“Yes, thank you.” Fuck. He was a god damn natural at this. I didn’t think he would fight me at all
over what I had planned next.
I leaned back, grabbing the bowl and spoon. When he tried to take it away, I moved it out of his
reach. “No, baby. Let Daddy feed you.”
His brow furrowed, his jaw going slack. He wanted to protest. But his need for autonomy was
overridden by his desire to submit to me. He dropped his hands onto his thighs.
“Good boy,” I praised him. “Now, open up.”
He complied and I carefully scooped the first bite of yogurt and berries into his mouth. He
winced.
“I know, sweetheart. It was the only thing I had in the kitchen.” I’d gotten used to eating the tart,
plain yogurt, and until he grimaced, it hadn’t dawned on me that not everybody could eat it.
“We’ll make a list a little bit later, so I have your favorites in the house the next time you come
over, okay?”
Corey let out a soft whine. The corners of his mouth drooped, and his eyes glistened.
“What is it, baby?
“I don’t know when next time will be,” he admitted, emotion shredding his voice.
“It doesn’t matter when,” I reassured him. “I want to be prepared the next time you have a night
off to spend with me. Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I was tempted to tell him I wanted him here every night he didn’t have his daughter, but that was
unrealistic. He had another job, and I had no clue where that was. If I had to guess, I’d assume it was
closer to home. Further from me.
I patted his leg. “So sweet. Let’s get this finished up. Then, we have the small matter of last night
to deal with.”
Corey’s eyes grew wide. “Are you really going to punish me?”
“Of course, I am,” I responded flatly. “What sort of Daddy would I be if I let you get away with
breaking the rules?”
“But I didn’t even know the rules,” he protested.
“I had already explained before that that you were not to touch yourself,” I reminded him.
“Remember? When we were still at the club?”
