Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He stepped closer, knowing it unnerved her when he got in her space. He was cheating, but he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to convince her to see his way. “I’m not just any Daddy, Little girl. I’m your Daddy. You know it in your heart already. Nothing else matters as much as that fact.”
She swallowed, visibly concerned. “It does matter, Trace. It’s my job.”
“Did you tell your friend Ellie about me?” he asked, changing the subject to take her pulse about what she might have shared with her friend.
Avery shook her head vehemently. “No. I wouldn’t do that.” She stared at him and sighed when he didn’t respond.
He waited for her to continue. “She guessed. Not about you specifically, but that I had found a Daddy and that he works with me.”
Trace smiled. “She’s perceptive. I think I like her.”
Avery groaned. “You can’t be my Daddy,” she insisted, but there was no oomph behind her words, and she leaned closer to him.
He stroked her lip again. It was black again. He wanted to kiss her again. Were they on the same page? “What happened to the Little girl who considered being goth but then thought maybe she’d rather be spanked?” he murmured against her sweet lips.
“She’s a silly Little girl with wild ideas that probably shouldn’t be acted on,” she whispered in response, her lips almost touching his.
“Maybe if I kiss her, she’ll remember who her Daddy is,” he suggested.
“It’s probably a bad idea, but it might work,” she responded.
Even though she was all over the place with her emotions tonight, he knew she also wanted to be kissed. She even licked her lips and glanced down at his.
He started with a soft peck and nibbled around her bottom lip. When she whimpered, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit it gently before releasing it.
Avery’s hands came to his hips as she flattened her body against his. She even jerked him closer, making him nearly laugh at her sudden drive and strength. He’d known she was in good shape, but her boldness was sexy.
When he continued to tease her, not quite kissing her, she whimpered. “Kiss me right, Trace,” she begged.
He slid his hands up her back. “Are you done arguing with me about being your Daddy?”
She shook her head.
He grinned against her lips. “Then I’m not ready to kiss you, Little girl.” He slid his hands down her arms and pried her hands from him to clasp them, taking a step back.
She frowned. “Seriously.”
He released one hand and tugged her toward her hallway with the other.
“Where are we going?” Her voice hitched.
“To your bedroom.”
“Why?”
He smiled even though she couldn’t see his face. He loved rattling her a bit. “Because you need to change out of your uniform, and then we need to talk, and then I’m going to spank your naughty bottom. If you’re good, I’ll kiss you afterward.”
She gasped. “So bossy.”
He easily found her bedroom and flipped on the light as he stepped inside before turning around to face her. “Daddies can be bossy.”
She rolled her eyes. “What if I don’t comply,” she countered, pulling her hand free of his grip and crossing her arms.
He chuckled. She was adorable and so much fun. He knew he needed to confront her on several subjects, but it wouldn’t hurt to have fun at the same time. “If you stomp your foot, you’ll have perfected the brat we spoke about earlier. The one who gets her bottom spanked.”
“You’re planning to spank me no matter what I do,” she pointed out.
“Indeed.”
“Why?”
“Because you need a good spanking to remind you who’s in charge. I don’t want you to wonder what it’s like being spanked by me for another minute. Daddies don’t behave the same and my impression is that your previous Daddy wasn’t good for you.” He took a step closer to her to whisper into her ear, “And because deep down you’re so curious that your panties are wet.”
Her breath hitched.
“Would you like me to find something for you to wear and change you myself?”
Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, and she shook her head in a way that told him she was slipping into Little space. “We don’t know each other well enough for you to do that,” she murmured.
“No matter who changes you or what you decide to wear, my palm is going to be on your bare bottom before the end of the night.” He lifted a brow.
She swallowed hard and shifted her weight back and forth. “You don’t play fair,” she grumbled, her headspace even Littler.
“Nope.”
She took a deep breath, dropped her arms, and stomped past him. A moment later, she entered the closet.
He couldn’t see what she was doing, but she returned holding up the sexiest pastel pink baby doll nightie he’d ever seen. She let it dangle from her finger, teasing him. The material was sheer. If she put that on, she would be hiding nothing. He would be able to see the color of her nipples beneath it.