Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Daddy laughed and sent happy sparks through me, making me wiggle faster as I gave him more kisses. “Yes, I’d spank you for flirting with the bears. You’re my slut and I’d keep a very close eye on you.”
Yes, that was a much better way for that story to go.
“You might have to lock me up…or cage me…” He’d have to work hard at keeping me safe. I was a handful. “Kisses for Daddy…”
When I got to the tip, I gave it more big kisses before looking up at Daddy. “You’d have to spank me and lock me up and then make me give you big kisses so I remembered who I belonged to.”
Big kisses.
Helpless big kisses because I’d been naughty.
Daddy was smart and had a good imagination too. His hands moved to my head and he glared at me like I’d been a bad little slut. “You need to remember who you belong to, naughty slut.”
Yay.
“Oh, Daddy. I’ll be good.” Oh no. I’d been naughty. “Please don’t punish me.”
“You were naughty, little slut. You don’t get to beg for mercy.” Daddy’s voice was rough as he pushed my head lower. “Kisses are the only thing that will save you.”
Then that was what I’d have to do.
Oh well.
Wrapping my lips around him, I teased the tip with my tongue as I took him deeper and deeper.
Breathe through the nose. Swallowing is sexy but passing out is not.
Gotta make it up to my Master. I was a naughty slut who flirted with the bears and made a pest of myself.
Up and down again.
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.
Remember oxygen.
Remember to look sorry not happy.
I’d been a bad slut.
Saying sorry was very important.
The best sorries were with mouths.
Up and down again.
Wiggle. Wiggle. Wiggle.
Oh, Daddy liked good sorries.
He was trying to wait and get lots more but I was a good slut. Up and down. Big eyes. Swallow. Little gags were sexy. Big gags were messy.
Boom.
Did it.
Best sorry ever because I got sparklies too.
Swallowing Daddy’s cum as he said naughty words and cursed, I kept wiggling and showing him how sorry I was until he went soft and wiggled.
All done.
Being careful to tuck him back in his undies so we didn’t hurt his penis, I climbed up Daddy and stretched out on his chest. “I like playtime.”
“Me too.” Daddy kissed my head and gave me a big hug. “You make good games for us to play.”
“You play really good, Daddy. You’ve got a good imagination too.” Some people’s heads were very empty and that was okay, but I was glad Daddy wasn’t empty. “But now…now it’s time to…”
Ugh. Yawns were sneaky.
“Time to get you cleaned up?” Daddy kissed my head when I nodded. “I thought so. Did you have fun playing?”
“Lots.” I hid another sneaky yawn…well, I tried…but Daddy chuckled. “I’m not sleepy.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up. We won’t worry about anything else yet.” Daddy was smart and knew I wasn’t tired. “Jammies would be comfortable, though. How about a shower and jammies?”
“I’m…I’m kinda sticky, so yeah…let’s…you have to…” Shoot. Wiggles made me tired. “That’s a good idea.”
I liked being comfortable.
“You…you picked out good clothes for me but I’m…I’m sticky.” Daddy hadn’t made my clothes too tight or too pokey, but he was right about jammies being better.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll find something comfortable.” Daddy kissed my head before he rolled me off to the side. “I’m not Hulk or one of the bears from the story, so you’re going to have to stand up on your own.”
He was so silly.
“You could be Tony in one of his suits? Or a prince? They always carry princesses?” I managed to sit up but that was hard, so I held up my hands.
Daddy had to do the rest.
Yep, he was strong.
I knew it.
“See? You’re strong like Hulk.” He was just under…under something. “I lost a word, Daddy.”
He frowned and kissed my forehead as he helped me up. “What kind of word?”
“You were under something.” No, wait. That wasn’t right. “Under yourself? Not being nice to what you could do. Yes.”
His head cocked. “Underestimating myself?”
“Yes.” He really was smart. “You’re such a good Daddy. You give good orgasms and attention and you find the words.”
They just wandered off sometimes.
“I’m glad I can help.” He was so glad he gave me a cheek kiss. “I’m going to be a good Daddy now by helping you get more comfortable.”
“I’m sticky.” Looking down, I wiggled my feet in my special rug. “Leander said it was stupid because it was so expensive but it’s pretty and it’s squishy.”
“Don’t tell me how much the squish rug costs, please.” Daddy sighed when I giggled. “I have a feeling if Leander thought it was crazy, it’ll give me a heart attack.”
Yep.
“Yes, Daddy.” But I was going to buy another one so we could have playtime in the living room too. Maybe the bedroom. Oh, we needed to be able to play in the kitchen. “I don’t want you dead.”