Blueberry Bliss (Little Cakes #18) Read Online Pepper North, Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors: , Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Series: Paige Michaels
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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She remembered just how talented those fingers were. “Thank you.”

“Can you give Daddy a kiss?” he asked.

Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth against his and loved how he tempted her with small nibbles to deepen the kiss. Nora wrapped her arms around her Daddy and scootched close to the magnetic man.

“Thank you, Angel. Did you sleep well in your crib?”

“I loved it. It’s so comfortable. I thought maybe the bars around me would make me feel claustrophobic, but I was so sleepy, they just made me feel protected and safe.”

“And Violet? Did she sleep well?”

“Like a rock. Well, a purple one,” Nora giggled.

His deep laugh blended with hers. It sounded so much better than hearing her amusement alone. She met Mateo’s gaze with her own. “Thank you for coming to get candles.”

“Best move ever!” Mateo held a hand out to help her scramble out of the crib. “Does Violet want to sleep here tonight again?”

Nora paused and then being brave, nodded. “I’d like to sleep here tonight, too, but…”

“But what, Little girl?”

“Could I sleep in your big bed with you?” she dared to ask.

“I would like that even better than Blueberry Bliss cupcakes,” he told her with a grin that contained enough heat to make her lady parts tingle.

“There were two cupcakes left. Is that our breakfast? It is filled with blueberries.”

“No cupcakes for breakfast today. I already have one packed in your lunch for dessert,” he told her.

“Oh,” she said, disappointed before she processed what he had said. “You made my lunch?”

“Of course. I’d lose my Daddy license if I didn’t send you to work with something to eat.”

“Is there really a Daddy license?” she asked as he drew her out of bed.

“No, but there are rules in my brain on how I need to take care of my Little. We’ll talk tonight about what you need from me, and I’ll add them to my list.”

“Rules?” she echoed as he pulled her cute nightie over her head.

“Of course. I want you to feel safe. And I know your cute bottom will need to be spanked. Tonight, I’ll give you a good-girl spanking.” Mateo patted her bottom before squatting down at her feet to put on her panties.

“I don’t think I want that.”

“Little girls never do. But they always feel better afterward.” He rose and smoothed the cotton over her curves. He cupped one buttock in his hand and squeezed lightly. “Your cheeks will look very cute when they’re red.”

Feeling her face heat, Nora knew she was blushing. “What if one of my rules is no spanking?” she asked as he turned to pick up her bra.

“If you’re scared of being spanked, we’ll talk about it until you trust me not to damage you.”

“Oh, the spanking won’t hurt,” she said, relieved.

“Your bottom will sting and be sore. I won’t cross the line between correcting your behavior and abusing you,” he said, pausing in dressing her.

“I can’t see you abusing me,” she said quickly.

“Good. Turn around and I’ll fasten your bra.”

She followed his directions. Soon, she wore a Craftastic polo and khaki pants. Nora was surprised that having him dress her felt so normal. Mateo had a way of making her feel loved and taken care of. She grinned at him.

“What a lovely smile. Let’s go eat.”

Taking the hand he offered, she followed him down the hall to the inviting kitchen. As they drew close, the smell of something amazing made her eager to get to the table. “What are we having?” she asked, allowing him to usher her into the same seat she’d sat in last night. Nora liked having her own place.

“Scrambled eggs with gravy and a biscuit,” he announced, draping a napkin around her neck.

“I’ve had gravy on biscuits before but not on eggs. Is it good?”

“I think you’ll like it.”

Mateo moved around in the kitchen. He loaded a large bowl with eggs and poured the white cream gravy all over it. Picking up a basket of biscuits just gathered from the oven, he brought both to the table. Sitting next to her, he put a small sample of eggs on the fork and lifted it to her lips.

“I can feed myself,” she protested.

“Daddy’s job. Want to try them?” he asked, holding the bite to her lips.

Slowly, Nora parted her lips and let him place the sample in her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she groaned in delight at the creamy texture of the gravy and the yummy, perfectly cooked eggs. “That’s amazing,” she mumbled.

“I know. It’s my favorite breakfast in the world, and I wanted to share it with you.”

His smile seemed to reach into her chest and do funny things to her heart. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re very welcome. I bet you’ll share your favorite things with me, too.” When she nodded, he lifted another bite to her lips. “Eat, Angel.”


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