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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Chapter Fifteen

Maya looked in her rearview mirror to make sure the black sedan was still behind her. Mateo and Nora had insisted on following her home that evening. Home. That thought made her smile for the first time that evening. Her apartment wasn’t her destination. Her car almost knew to drive her to Deke’s house. She wanted to be there, and even better, Deke wanted her to stay with him.

Pulling into the driveway, she waved at Mateo and Nora after triggering the garage door open. She pulled into the space Deke insisted she use and hit the button again to lower the barrier behind her. After gathering her purse and jacket, Maya slid out of her car and walked into the house.

Even perfectly quiet, the house felt warm and welcoming. Maya looked down at her outfit and immediately wanted to get clean. As she’d worked off her nervous energy, Maya had splashed almost as much of the tomato juices on her shirt as she had scooped into the storage container.

“Ugh!” she announced to the empty house and headed for the laundry room. Her shirt had a better chance of coming clean if she pretreated it now. Maya pulled her shirt over her head and squirted the cleanser on it. Noticing a few spots on her pants and bra, she took those off and treated them as well.

“Little girl, I’m home,” Deke’s voice sounded from the front of the house.

Standing there in her panties and socks, Maya looked around in a panic. If she walked out of the laundry room, she was going to look ridiculous. The only thing in there was the detergent, pretreatment, and a stack of old t-shirts that she knew Deke used as cleaning rags. Quickly, she grabbed one and pulled it on. It was skin-tight and didn’t even reach her belly button.

“Maya?” Deke turned the corner and stopped in the doorway. A wide grin spread over his face as he took in the clothes dangling from the side of the washer and her outfit. “Don’t you look cute.”

“I look ridiculous.”

“You’re in the perfect outfit for your spanking. Go ahead and take off your panties and throw those into the washing machine, too.”

“Daddy, no. I don’t need a spanking.”

“Who gets to decide that, Little girl?”

She hesitated. There was only one way she could answer, and Maya didn’t want to.

“Maya? Daddy will add spanks if you don’t tell the truth.”

“You!” she blurted. “You get to decide everything. I don’t have to make any decisions. You take care of everything.”

“And is that good or bad?” he asked, looking concerned.

Her gaze dropped to her feet. She shifted awkwardly. He was asking her to step fully into her role as a Little and allow him to be her Daddy.

“Maya? Is it a good or bad thing that Daddy gets to make the rules and enforce them?”

Another few seconds ticked by. Her Daddy didn’t rush her. He leaned against the doorway waiting. Slowly Maya swept her hands up her sides to hook her fingers into the elastic waist of her panties. She pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them. Her Daddy’s open hand appeared in her line of vision. After a much shorter pause, Maya put them in his hand.

“Good girl. Go stand by the couch and wait for Daddy. I’ll be there in just a minute.”

She scurried past him and fled to the family room. There, she tried to hide by standing behind the far arm of the sofa, but it only reached mid-thigh. Somehow wearing socks and the small T-shirt made her feel more naked than being completely undressed.

Deke joined her after rummaging in a kitchen drawer. He sat down on the couch and waved her toward him with a marker in his hand. Guiding her into a spot between his legs, he uncapped the marker. “I’m glad you found this shirt, Precious Girl. We’re going to make this your official spanking shirt.”

With Maya freezing in place as he touched the marker to the material, Deke wrote an S and began labeling the shirt. The brushing motions of the implement over the material sent shivers of arousal through her body. Maya clenched her thighs together, trying to stop her reaction to the feel of the thick point moving across her sensitive skin.

“Perfect,” Deke pronounced.

Maya looked down to see, “Spanking Shirt for Precious.”

“Now over my knee.”

“I have to wear this when I get spanked?” she asked, allowing him to guide her over his lap.

“If we’re home.”

He’d spank me when we’re not home?

That thought evaporated from her mind with the first swat of his hand on her bottom. He scattered the impact over her bottom as the heat built on her skin. The ones that landed almost on her wet pussy made her automatically clench her thighs together. Each time, he ordered her to spread her thighs.



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