Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I was pretty sure I wasn’t worrying enough or about the right things. “Daddy, what if she doesn’t like me?”
She was his family.
I was basically meeting his big sister who was going to tell what I said and did to the person who was kind of his mother and he’d said there were more of them. Everyone would know if she hated me. I couldn’t show up without manners and without real clothes.
Duh.
“She’s going to love you.” Daddy managed not to roll his eyes again as he climbed off the bed, but it was close. “You’re sweet.”
Tugging on me, Daddy pulled me to the side of the bed and started unzipping my jammies. “You’re cute. You’re funny. You’ve got a great ass. You put up with me very well.”
Okay, maybe I had some good qualities.
“What…what if I call you Daddy?” I hadn’t said his real name nearly enough lately. “What if I do something little?”
As Daddy lifted my bottom to finish opening my jammies, he shrugged. “Then we’ll explain what it means in very general terms. She’s not a moron. She’ll figure it out pretty quickly even if she hasn’t heard of it before. She runs the whole house and manages anything the other properties need. She’s smart.”
Smart people were dangerous.
How did he not know that?
Ugh.
No, it was going to be fine.
I was just going to meet his almost big sister who was really smart and knew everything about him and would probably be able to guess we weren’t boring.
Yep, it was going to be fine.
Chapter 21
Tyson
Dessie was going to give himself a heart attack if he didn’t stop worrying. He tried to play it off, but every time I glanced at him, he’d perk up into a big fake smile. “Almost ready.”
He’d been almost ready for fifteen minutes, and he’d turned dragging out getting ready into an art form. I was pretty sure Austin had to be giving him tips because it was amazing to watch. I’d never seen anyone brush each individual tooth the way he had.
Dessie was brilliant, probably because of working in politics, but he was also going to give himself an ulcer or starve to death before we got downstairs.
It was clearly time for Daddy to take charge when he looked down at his clothes and frowned. “I think I need different socks. These don’t match.”
When he turned around to go back to the dresser, I decided we’d reached the point where I couldn’t dither about what to do any longer. “No.”
Dessie went completely still and I could almost hear the wheels in his head starting to turn. He couldn’t figure a way out fast enough, though, so I walked over and took his hand. “Come here.”
His dramatic sigh had part of me wanting to sigh too. “I didn’t throw any crayons or do anything bad naughty. My self-control didn’t wander off.”
“That is very true.” He must have driven the playroom guy crazy some days if that was his first response. “This isn’t a punishment.”
It was, however, going to be a spanking, so I led him over to a chair that had always been just decorative. Having a purpose for it was nice and I was glad I’d insisted it be sturdy, not just pretty, because I wasn’t worried about our combined weight killing it.
Dessie knew what was coming and was probably grateful for it, but he kept sighing and swinging his arms. “I didn’t do anything wrong, though. I just got ready. I’m clean. I’m presentable. We even talked about plans for the day.”
“Technically, you’re right.” That didn’t really matter, though, so I sat down and released the button on his pants. “You need a reminder that you’re not going into battle alone and that I’m going to be right here with you.”
He sighed again, looking adorably frustrated. “Aww, why did you have to be thoughtful?”
He’d lost his mind.
“I don’t know if I should thank you or punish you for that.” It was confusing, so I decided to ignore it. “But we’ll work on that later. Over my lap.”
As his pants and briefs went down to his thighs, I pulled him over my lap. Dessie wasn’t arguing about it, but he was making me move him around like he was a doll. “I wasn’t naughty.”
That wasn’t what this was about and he knew it.
“I understand that.” When he was in place and letting out another dramatic sigh, I wrapped one arm around him to keep him steady and brought my other hand down on his ass. As he squeaked and jerked, I rubbed the spot that was flushing a pretty pink color. “I also understand that you need reassurance and to stop whatever negative things are going over and over in your head.”
Dessie just sighed and went limp.
He was such an adorable drama queen that I spanked him again. “You’re my sub and my boy.”