Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
He was never going to stop giggling.
“Humph. Someone isn’t going to get another spanking anytime soon if they can’t behave.” My threat had him sitting up and magically being able to control his laugher.
He didn’t seem to be taking any chances on losing out on more spankings because he straddled my lap, sloshing water around as he gave me wide eyes. “I wasn’t laughing at you, Daddy.”
Dessie added a tiny bit of little to his voice, definitely using his cuteness to his advantage. “I thought it was sweet and I like how polite you are to me.”
Hmm.
He could sense my weakness and gave me a cheek kiss as he kept up his innocent expression. “And I liked the way you spanked me, Daddy. You were confident and sexy and you made it perfect.”
He was a manipulative little brat.
“You need to make sure you tell Austin that you passed his class on flirting and manipulation with flying colors.” My dry response had him pressing his lips together. “Fine. I won’t take away spankings.”
Especially because he’d thoroughly enjoyed his.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He managed not to laugh or gloat at his win, but he quickly hid his face against me and I could feel him taking a deep breath.
My naughty boy managed not to let his giggles escape, though, and quickly settled back against me. But with his legs straddling my thighs and his cock rubbing against mine, our bath wasn’t as innocent as it’d started out.
So I let my hands stroke along his back, dipping lower each time until I was caressing the top of his ass and teasing right above his tight hole. “I think I forgot to mention that I’m liking our bubble bath as well.”
His laughter finally escaped, but he nodded and rocked against me. “Me too, Daddy. Especially this part. Although I have to admit to not realizing how it could go when I was dragging you around the house looking for the best tub.”
He’d been adorably insane about the whole idea.
“You have very strong opinions about things when you’re little.” Daddy classes and bubbles just to name a few. “But I have to admit to being very pleased that you approved of this one.”
He’d declared my bathtub as ’mazing and had hopped right in, fully clothed and ready to swim. I’d only managed to talk him out of it by pointing out that we needed to go through the house and look for toys.
I was a genius but it’d taken more effort than I’d expected to get us clean.
“I knew you’d have a perfect one.” Slowly rocking back and forth, he gently rubbed his half-hard dick against mine. “There are a lot of different ways we could enjoy the tub, though, Daddy.”
As much as I wanted to explore that idea, and I let my wandering fingers prove that to him, his stomach had started growling when we’d gotten in the tub and it sounded like it was trying to eat its way out. “I am willing to add taking care of both your hungers to our to-do list, but you have to be starving.”
His stomach gurgled, making my point and getting a huff from my dramatic cutie. “I don’t want to eat.”
His body disagreed with that statement.
“Not even mac and cheese?” I sighed, getting to be the dramatic one that time. “I guess we don’t have to eat it.”
Dessie went very still before sitting up slowly. “You got me mac and cheese?”
I snorted. “I made you mac and cheese.”
I wasn’t going to point out that my housekeeper had walked me through it, but I’d done the heavy lifting. “The perk of owning your own company is that if you want to leave early to make sure you have dinner ready for your cutie, then that’s what you do.”
His rocking started again, making it nearly impossible to ignore what he was doing to me, but his expression had softened, so I knew his little side was trying to come out to play again. “I like mac and cheese.”
Swallowing, Dessie took a deep breath and tried again. “It’s…it’s a good idea for dinner. Thank you.”
Hmm.
“Do I need to remind you that you can be big or little on our date?” Obsessing over privacy wasn’t the only reason I’d wanted us to have dinner at my place.
Pouting, Dessie sighed. “No, Daddy.”
I wasn’t happy with his dragged-out response, so I raised one eyebrow. It got more dramatic sounds and wiggles from him, but after a few seconds, he pulled everything back to just a pout. “But I wanted to be big so we could keep talking about grown-up stuff, but now I’m getting mac and cheese and I’m thinking about playing again.”
For Dessie, playing could’ve referred to any number of activities, but I understood what he was trying to say. “How about you stay big while I’m finishing getting dinner ready and we’ll talk while I do that? If you ask your most important questions right away, then it won’t matter how big you are later.”