Daddy pressed a finger to my lips. “I’ll get that set up for morning. I know you have to work, but I
want to keep you in bed with me as long as possible.”
Such a simple act shouldn’t cause any sort of emotional shift, and yet it did. He was here with me
and was already planning on how he could take care of me after tonight. It felt as if he was trying to
prove that we worked and that he was in this with me.
I hurried off the bed, not wanting to waste any time. Daddy captured my arm, pulling me back for
a kiss filled with promise. His tongue pressed its way between my lips, teasing mine. I whimpered,
plastering my body against his.
“Don’t get greedy,” he scolded me when he broke the kiss far too soon. “Do what you were told,
and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Just need you,” I panted. His shaft was already leaking enough there was a wet spot at the front
of his jeans. I cupped him, pressing my palm against his length. “We could get dirty, and then I could
go clean up.”
His fingers dug into my forearm hard enough I’d wear a reminder of his possession tomorrow.
“Do as you were told, or you’ll go to bed without coming. Do you want that?”
“No, Daddy.” My shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t, not really. I was horny and didn’t want to wait to have him inside of me. I wanted his
body to confirm the promises he’d made with his words.
I jumped when Daddy’s palm cracked against my ass. The denim dulled the sensation, but not
completely. The jerk laughed when I glared over my shoulder at him. He should know by now that it
wasn’t nice to tease me when I was already trying to figure out how I was going to shower without
coming.
Then again, he hadn’t said I couldn’t relieve a bit of pressure. Now that I wasn’t freaking about
him leaving me when I told him I couldn’t always be his little boy, I felt like a horny teenager. It
wouldn’t take me long to get it up again, and then I’d last longer. He didn’t have to—
“Don’t even think about touching yourself while you’re in there,” he warned me. So now he was a
mind reader, too. Wonderful.
“Yes, Daddy.”
This was my fault. If I hadn’t been so bold and let my dark side out to play when we first got
together, maybe he wouldn’t be hell-bent on tormenting me.
