“Me too. I love the way you fuck me, own me.”
“I do own you, boy. You’re mine.”
I like the sound of that.
“Are you going to keep me?” I ask, because I’m still not sure where he falls. Is this something fun for him to try out, but then he might get bored and try something else, or someone else?
My stomach clenches, and I squeeze him a little tighter.
“Whit. Look at me.” I shake my head. I’m worried what I’ll see in his eyes. “Now,” he orders, and I look up. “I’ve claimed you, and I’m very possessive of my things. So hell yeah, I’m keeping you.” His eyes blaze with heat.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I kiss him now, and he smiles into my mouth. “Can I explore my room?”
“Yep, it’s all yours. If there’s anything you want to change or need, just ask me.”
“It’s more than enough.”
“Daddy will be the judge of that.”
“You still doing okay in here?” Daddy asks as he pokes his head into my craft room.
“Yep. Still working,” I say proudly. This is starting to take shape nicely. I’m trying really hard to get the color right on all of the kittens in the picture I’m painting for Izzy.
“Okay, but if you need me, I’m just in the other room.”
“‘Kay.” I get back to work, but I hear Daddy chuckle as he leaves. I wonder what that was about.
“Babe?”
“Huh?” I lean back and look at the painting. Ginger needs more stripes and Snow isn’t puffy enough. So I grab the smallest brush and dip it in the orange paint.
He really is the cutest of all the kittens. I might be biased because he’s my ginger baby, but still, who doesn’t like gingers?
Maybe if I use the white and mix it with the orange, I can get some more stripes to show up.
I look up when I get a kiss on my cheek. “Do you need anything else?” Daddy asks. Actually, I am rather thirsty, but then I notice the cup.
“How did you know I was thirsty?”
“You’ve been working for a few hours already.”
“Really?” Huh. I guess I’ve been too busy to notice the time passing. “I’m good now. Thank you.”
“Okay, but you’ll tell me if you need anything.” His words are kinda stern, and I wonder if I’ve missed something.
“Of course, Daddy. I know you’re here if I need anything. I’m having so much fun, and it’s more relaxing because you’re here too.”
“You’re sweet.”
I give him a quick kiss and get back to work.
The painting is coming together nicely, but there’s still a lot of work to do. My hand cramps when I put down the brush. After a quick shake, I decide to finish the painting another day, so I go in search of Daddy.
He’s been busy working for a few hours. I’m not mad because I’ve been painting, but we’ve both lost track of time and my milk is starting to let down.
“Daddy?” I walk into his room.
“Hey, babe. Are you done painting?”
