Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Yay.
“But you might not be telling the truth.” I shrugged and kept pushing to make sure I got the spanking I’d needed for so long. “I’m just making sure.”
“Naughty sub.” Nibbling on my ear one last time, he pulled away with a smile before releasing my seat belt.
As we climbed out of the car, I took a deep breath and tried to get my dick under control, but it wasn’t listening at all. I was definitely wishing I’d packed thicker underwear or heavier pants, but I hadn’t been thinking logically when I’d packed the duffel bag earlier.
I hadn’t been thinking overly grown-up either, or I would never have handed Daddy the stack of clothes with the tiny sexy briefs on top.
Lord.
What had I been thinking?
Daddy chuckled again as we headed to the front door, but thankfully he didn’t ask what I was thinking. He’d been very sweet earlier and hadn’t mentioned them, but now that I was wearing them, I was at third and fourth guesses.
Second guesses were for underachievers.
Or for people who didn’t have Daddies that drove them absolutely crazy.
Everything from his dry teasing to the silence that was pushing me to throw myself at him made me crazy. But he was always so calm. Even the way he stroked my back as we slipped off our shoes and he rested his hand at the top of my ass as we climbed the stairs was making my skin ache to feel him against me.
We were going to be naked and wet.
Just the thought made my knees wobbly, but the way he wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck again as we got to his room wasn’t helping either. Every touch made me ache for more and scattered every brain cell.
“I can’t wait to feel you against me, ketzel.” The rough heat in his voice had my dick pressing against the stupidly small briefs. Heavy-duty underwear was definitely going to go on my shopping list, but for now all I could do was blush as his hand brushed over my chest.
“Daddy…” I wasn’t even sure what I was going to say, but I knew he could hear the embarrassment and submission in my voice as his hand inched lower.
He knew.
Stupid pants.
Stupid sexy underwear.
“Oh…” God, I loved these pants.
His hand stroked over the front, giving my dick a faint caress, but it was enough to have my toes curling as I leaned into him. “I think my sexy boy is ready for his bath with his Daddy. But I’m not sure if you’re going to be able to relax with Daddy without coming and being naughty.”
God.
I was definitely going to be naughty if he kept saying things like that.
“I…” I was going to promise him something, but it escaped as he squeezed his hand over my dick. “Daddy…”
“That’s the rule tonight, ketzel. No coming unless you have permission.” He softly kissed my neck, making a pleased sound when I whimpered. “Do you understand the rule?”
Understood?
Yes?
Wanted it?
No.
“Yes, Daddy.” He took my breath away as he massaged my hard erection and softly kissed my neck again. “But…I…after…”
Fuck.
He finally gave my dick a pat and moved his hand back to my chest. “I think this should help you get your question out more easily, ketzel.”
A small part of me was relieved to think…but mostly I was just frustrated that I could think.
“After my spanking…” God, just asking had my face heating up again. “If I’m good for my spanking, Daddy?”
So I almost managed to ask.
His hands stroked over my chest, gently teasing my nipples just enough to make me suck in a breath. “Yes, ketzel. If you’re very good when we’re in the tub and for your spanking, then I’ll let you pick how you get your orgasm.”
Oh.
Wow.
Fuck. I was going to have to pick?
That sounded like it was going to require words and brain power I might not have with a spanked ass and a hard cock.
We were going to have to address this right now so mushy brain didn’t impact my orgasm. “Will you pick, Daddy? I might…I might not be able to.”
Hugging me tight, he kissed my neck softly. “How about I give you two choices when you can have your orgasm? Then you won’t have to make too difficult of a decision.”
That sounded much better.
Sagging against him as relief flooded through me, I nodded. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, ketzel.” He made a low hum that was filled with pure happiness and hugged me tight. “And just to give you an even better reason to be a good boy, the more you struggle and please me, the better your orgasm is going to be.”
Daddy’s tone was soft and cheerful, but I had to fight back a groan.
The more I struggled?
Bath time was clearly going to be edging time.
Yay?
“I’ll be very good, Daddy.” It was all I could promise him, and the quiet chuckle he made said he knew how hard it’d been to figure out a response.