She shrugged. “Who doesn’t love tiramisu?”
A certain big and scarred man came to mind.
“We can eat it together tonight.”
She offered to clean up the dishes, but I dragged her away from the kitchen and said, “I have something for you.”
“What?” She frowned.
I got distracted by the cleavage visible from the unbuttoned shirt and her hardened nipples poking through the fabric.
“I’ll show it to you after a quick shower,” I said, picking her up in my arms.
“It better be a quick shower, Daddy,” she glared at me. “I have not forgiven you for last night.”
“Forgive me for what?” I laughed, kissing her hair. “For making you cum fourteen times so hard that you pass out—ow!”
She pinched my cheek.
In return, I pinned her in the shower and ate her out until she said her safe word.
My Princess was learning fast.
35
PRINCESS’S BRAT
CHELSEA
“Keep your eyes closed,” Sean’s deep, smoky voice whispered through the darkness. His hands covered my eyes when I walked to wherever he was leading me.
I had woken up on fresh sheets, so he must have changed them after I passed out and even cleaned me up, making me blush. Not to mention the breakfast he cooked for us. He even fed me yogurt, making me feel like an actual princess who had a sexy, rich butler to care for her needs.
After the shower, he had applied lotion on me, massaging the sore spots—which was my entire body. I dressed in jeans and a frilly white blouse, which he bought for me. I loved how soft and girly it was with bows and white pearly buttons.
I thought that was his gift, but instead, he was leading me to another room, covering my eyes.
“They are closed,” I said, knowing we had entered the guest room I had stayed in.
What is he going to show me? Ohmygod. What if it is a fucking machine? And he wanted to strap me on a bed and use it on me for hours?
I covered my crotch and prayed to God. I was sore and even wearing jeans was an effort.
“Here we are—why are your hands on your crotch?”
“For safety,” I replied in a serious tone.
“Weirdo.” He flicked my forehead. “Open your eyes.”
I rubbed my skin and looked around the room. Sean was dressed in his formal attire, crisp white shirt, dark tie, and ironed silk pants. His hair was damp but styled away from his forehead to reveal his symmetrical, handsome face.
My heart and sex throbbed just looking at him.
We must stay focused Chelsea.
“What?” I looked around once more and found something on the nightstand. “Is that…?”
“A collar,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. He picked it up and showed it to me. It was a lilac pink collar with a heart-shaped tag on it that had ‘Daddy’s Princess’ written on it.
