“I’ll make sure you’re not confused, and even if you are, it’s okay. I don’t mind explaining things more than once.”
The good feelings from earlier were back and my belly blazed warm while my cock woke up with a little throb. I could barely contain myself, so I threw my arms around his waist and hugged him. He laughed and patted my head. I nearly melted, resting my cheek against his hard abs.
“You’ll be okay.”
The happy glow that had taken me over stayed through him helping me to my feet. He glanced up, and I held my breath as I stood beside him while he stared out at the small living room connected to the kitchen. “It smells really good in here, like oranges and lemons. Did you clean? What time were you awake?” He raised his eyebrows and turned toward me.
“Early. You noticed?” I couldn’t hold in my grin.
“Of course. I don’t think that room has ever glowed so much.” He laughed and knocked his shoulder against mine. “Thank you.”
He hummed as he perused the food stacked on plates. It probably wasn’t very warm by now. Nerves clawed through my stomach along with my hunger as I eyed him up, but he appeared... content. I wasn’t sure where he would want me, so it seemed safe to go to my knees next to the chair he’d staked out as his by placing his mug near it—but he took my hand as I began to go to the floor, stopping me.
“You don’t want to sit with me?” He pulled out one of the other chairs at the table next to his.
“Do you want me to do that?” My pulse thumped away in my throat and my head felt too light.
“Yes.” He moved the chair farther back from the table so I would have room to sit, but I hadn’t set a place for myself. I was mortified when he went to the cupboard and collected a plate and mug for me, then brought me silverware and poured me a cup of coffee. I was stunned and wasn’t sure what to say. It was so wrong for him to be doing those things for me. “Daddy?”
“You made the food. Weren’t you planning to eat it?”
I shrugged because I honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“I would’ve done whatever you told me to do.”
He looked unhappy, and I wasn’t sure what I’d done wrong—I desperately dissected the conversation we’d been having because I didn’t want to be in trouble already. He didn’t yell at me, though. I shuffled my feet awkwardly against the cool tiles as he took a pancake from the large stack I’d made for him and put one on my plate. Daddy expected me to eat. I watched carefully, not sure if he was just splitting the food, or if the four pancakes left on his plate were simply what he preferred as a serving.
“How do you usually eat your meals?” His tone was very calm.
I dug my fingernails in against my thighs. What did his question mean? All I could do was answer. “I wait.” My face heated and I thought about my most recent punishment.
“For what?”
I shook my head.
“It’s okay. Maybe you can tell me about it some other time.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I mumbled, beyond humiliated to discuss my punishments.
“Why don’t you get a glass of water for yourself to go with all this?” he offered. Startled, I glanced at him and nodded. I hustled through doing as he said and made it back to the chair in record time, and he raised his eyebrows at me until I drank half the water.
“Good,” he said, and a happy tingle raced along my spine.
We ate in silence, and I felt like I was doing something wrong as I was cutting into the pancake. I slouched in my chair, even though I shouldn’t, and had to force myself to sit up tall again. The morning sunlight cut through the window over the sink and made Daddy’s eyes glitter. I got caught staring at him again.
“You know, you said I’m your Daddy, right?” he murmured.
I nodded.
“Okay, well I want to see your pretty face next to me when I eat. You make the food taste better.” He smiled at me and the amused gleam in his eyes made me happy.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I ate until my belly felt stuffed and I was warm and tired—in a good way. I had half a pancake left. I relaxed back into my chair with a tiny sigh, and Daddy laughed. I closed my eyes and opened them again a bit later to a small tap on my shoulder. I sat up in a hurry as Daddy handed me my clothes. They were clean, and I wasn’t sure when he’d thrown them in the washer, but maybe he’d done it last night and I hadn’t been paying attention. There were also socks on the pile, which I knew weren’t mine.
“Go get ready. There is an extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet.” He smiled as if he hadn’t just done something special, and I went to do as he’d told me with a spring in my step. When I came out of the bathroom, Daddy was waiting in a pair of black pants and a black T-shirt withI’m a Priest, Let’s Assume I’m Righton it in big bold letters. I stared, and he laughed.
“This is only for today when I’m working in the office. I’ll change before anyone important sees me. I have extra shirts at the church.” He tugged his collar and smirked.
