Malted Milk (Little Cakes #19) Read Online Pepper North, Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors: , Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Series: Paige Michaels
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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“I don’t like milk,” Maya said as she wrinkled her nose with disgust.

“Little girls need milk to have strong bones. Daddies, too. Sometimes adding ice cubes to make it very cold helps it taste better.”

“I don’t think that will work.”

“You’ll try it for me, right?”

The glint in his eye told her there was only one right answer to that question. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll try it.” She could always get some water when she proved to him that she didn’t like it.

“Thank you, Maya.”

He flipped the pancakes before filling two large glasses with ice and milk and setting that on the table with forks and knives. By the time he’d pulled a couple of plates from the cabinet and found the maple syrup and butter for the table, the pancakes were fully cooked. He scooped the golden disks up with the spatula and carried both to the table.

Maya followed him, sniffing at the aroma. Now, she was famished. She hesitated, not knowing where to sit.

“This is Daddy’s chair. Maya’s chair is now right here next to me.” Deke seemed to understand what was going on in her mind. He helped her into the indicated place and scooted her up to the table.

Placing the plate of the animals in front of her, he plopped some softened butter in one spot on her plate and made a puddle of syrup for her. “Now, you can dip, dip, dip your animals before you eat them.” He picked up the giraffe’s head and demonstrated what he’d suggested before lifting it to her lips.

“I can’t eat a giraffe, Daddy,” Maya said, leaning back and shaking her head.

“I thought you might think so. They can just be your friends and we’ll eat these,” he suggested as he took a seat.

With the pancakes slathered in butter and syrup, he cut a bite and held it up to Maya’s lips. Immediately, she set down the bunny and concentrated on the food in front of her. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to feed her.

“This is so good,” she mumbled as she chewed.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Precious Girl. Just give me a thumbs up.”

Maya responded with two vigorous thumbs up. She watched him take a bite himself and enjoyed his expression as he ate. Swallowing, she said, “They’re good. I don’t know if you have some special ingredient in your recipe book, but those are so much better than the mix ones.”

She watched him cut another bite and knew that would be hers. Without thinking, Maya reached for her glass and took a big drink. She felt her eyes widen in surprise. The milk was actually good.

“It’s better cold, isn’t it?” he asked with a smile.

“Did you do anything else to it?”

“No. Just milk and ice. I do buy the milk fresh from the local dairy. They deliver every week.”

“You drink that much milk?” she asked.

“At almost every meal when I’m at home. I like milk.”

“Oh.” She didn’t know anyone who drank milk on purpose. Eyeing his powerful frame, she wondered if that helped him be so strong.

“Some characters eat spinach to be strong. I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot pole. I’ll stick with milk,” Deke told her.

Maya took another sip and set her glass down before pronouncing, “I like this milk.”

“That calls for a celebration. How about a bite of pancakes?” he asked, lifting the fork to her mouth.

She nodded and opened her mouth. How did he make everything fun?

“Are you staying here tonight?” he asked.

Freezing for a split second, she went with what her heart told her to do and nodded. “I’d like that, Daddy, but I have to be at the restaurant by nine to help get everything ready.”

“Our schedules match perfectly. How about if we set an alarm for seven and I can have you at your apartment by eight?”

“That would give me plenty of time to get ready for work,” she said, thinking aloud.

“And pack a bag so you can stay here tomorrow,” he requested.

“Are you going to make love to me again now?” As soon as the words burst from her mouth, Maya slapped a hand over her lips and felt her face heat with embarrassment.

“No. I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow. When we’re finished with dinner, I’ll give you a warm bath. We can play in your playroom for a bit before bedtime.”

“I just woke up. I can’t go to bed early.”

“You’ve had a very big day,” he reminded her and fed her another bite of their easy dinner.

As she chewed, all the events of the day flashed through her mind. Good-girl spanking. Orgasm. The park with swings and a picnic. The playroom. Sex. More orgasms. Nap. It had been a very big day.

As if sensing her replay of their activities, Deke asked, “What was your favorite thing we did today?”



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