He kisses my nose. “I’m trained to detect any movement, angel. The second your breathing changes, I’m wide awake. If you whimper, I’m awake. If you moan, I’m awake.”
“If I moan, then I’m surely also wide awake,” I tease.
He flattens me onto my back and hovers over me. “Did you sleep well?”
“You tell me since you’re all-knowing.” The truth is I slept hard for the third night in a row. I haven’t had a single nightmare since I started sleeping in Daddy’s bed with his arms around me.
I was leery at first. I didn’t think I would be able to sleep with him. There were a number of factors that concerned me. One was that his bed is very high off the floor. He fixed that problem by putting me in the middle, piling pillows up on the far side of his huge bed, and holding me all night.
The second concern was that I’ve been staying up until nearly dawn and sleeping until noon for two weeks. But I was so emotionally drained by the time Daddy got home three nights ago that I conked out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
My next concern was that I would keep him awake with my restlessness, but again. Poof. I’m completely calm when I’m in his arms.
Concern number four was that I’ve never slept with anyone in my life. I didn’t think I would be able to relax with someone touching me. But I love it when Daddy touches me, and I like it even more when he’s wrapped around me.
“Sassy girl. Did you want to start the day off with my palm on your bottom?”
I blush, because I always blush when Daddy mentions spanking me. Apparently, it’s our thing. He makes a kinky suggestion, and I turn red.
I rest my palm on his bare chest. “Yes, please.”
Cannon has spanked me every day since he introduced me to impact play. The day after he disposed of Larkin, he spanked me hard. I asked him to. I was still upset with myself for disobeying him, and even though he wasn’t mad at me, he suggested that I could purge my system if he spanked me hard enough for it to actually hurt.
He was right. I felt much better after he swatted my bottom until I was close to tears. I felt even better after he fucked me just as hard afterward.
“You’re insatiable,” he murmurs before bringing his lips to mine. He kisses me senseless. By the time he lets me catch my breath, I’ve forgotten my name. All I know is that my panties are soaked and my nightie seems like way too much clothing.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?” he asks, his brows furrowed in fake confusion.
“Please fuck me and then spank me.”
“In that order, naughty girl?”
I blush again. “I mean, will you please spank me and make love to me today, Daddy? In whatever order you want and on your timeframe, of course.”
He laughs. “Ah, good save. So I’m in charge?”
“Always, Sir.”
He slides a hand between us and strokes my pussy over my panties. “So wet for me already…”
I writhe against him.
He plants a knee between mine, pinning me open.
I whimper, fairly confident he’s going to torment me before he strips me naked.
When I buck against him, trying to get more contact, he shakes his head and removes his hand from my pussy. “Stay still, naughty girl.”
My breath hitches. “Daddy…”
“Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Are you sure you can? I’m not convinced. All this wiggling won’t get you what you want.”
