He knelt on the bed then tossed his hat aside. Too bad he wasn’t naked underneath.
“Because if I do it now, then we’re not leaving this bed until you’re well fucked. And if we’re late to our appointment with Doc, he’ll throw a hissy fit. Plus, I need to feed you. And before that, I need a small taste.”
She rolled onto her back as he came over her, his hands resting on the bed on either side of her as he dipped his mouth low and took her nipple into his mouth with a groan. He sucked on her nipple until she had to press her thighs together to ease the throbbing in her clit.
He let her nipple go with a plop.
“I’m going to wake up each morning and suckle on these breasts.”
Dear Lord. Was it possible for her to blush any harder? The things he said were crazy.
“When we’re at home alone you’re not to wear any panties. I want easy access. Unless you’re in Little space, then Daddy will dress you up like his princess ought to be dressed.”
“Are these rules gonna be written down somewhere?” She groaned as he moved to her other nipple.
“Of course, Mari-girl.”
Suddenly, he drew back and stood then pulled her up beside him. “Time for breakfast.” He walked around and grabbed the T-shirt she’d been wearing last night and pulled it over her head. Then taking hold of her hand, he led her into the kitchen.
He wasn’t serious. Did he expect her to eat when she was so turned on?
“But . . . but . . .”
“But what?” he asked as he reached the kitchen. Turning, he grasped her by the waist and lifted her onto the counter. She gasped at the feel of the cool, hard surface against her ass. The cold felt good. Sitting, not so much.
“What are you doing?”
“Putting you on the counter to keep you out of the way and out of trouble.”
“I don’t get into trouble,” she insisted. “And I can’t sit on the counter with a bare bottom.” She tried to wriggle down but he placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.
“Uh-uh, when Daddy puts you somewhere, he expects you to stay there.”
She felt her Little side rising up.
“And you do get into trouble when unsupervised.” He placed his hands on either side of her. “You seem tense. What do you need?”
“I don’t know.” She squirmed.
“I think you do. Remember, you have to ask me for what you need. What is it that you need, Mari-girl?” He spoke into her ear, his breath brushing against her skin.
“I need . . . I need . . .”
“Yes, baby, tell me.”
“I need to come.”
“Good girl for telling me.” He drew away from her and she let a small whimper escape. Then he drew off her top, leaving her sitting there naked. “Lie back. I’m going to make you breakfast and in between I’ll pleasure you.”
Holy, holy hell.
But she lay back and
he spread her legs wide, he lay kisses up her thighs until he got to her pussy where he lapped at her. As she was squirming, he drew back and she heard him moving around the kitchen.
She wanted to beg, to plead, but she held back.
Then he returned to her. This time he used both hands to squeeze her nipples as he feasted from her, sucking on her clit as he turned her nipples into hardened nubs.