Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Alright, I’ll be good as long as it’s not yucky or gluey or mushy.” Daddy was being naughty and almost laughed, but there were so many yucky breakfast foods, I sighed. “Or gross.”
That covered all the terrible things, right?
Oatmeal.
Bananas.
Scrambled eggs.
Healthy granola with all the weird seeds.
Daddy sighed. He’d probably been thinking about something icky like oatmeal with bananas on it. So much squish in one place.
Yuck.
We needed more ideas just in case…what would I eat that he would like?
“I like cereal.” I tried to smile big and look very cute, but then I remembered why I stopped buying cereal. “It gets used up too fast, though. You have to buy like ten boxes to make it through a week.”
Daddy made another frustrated Daddy sound.
“I think we can find something more reasonable.” He took my hand and seemed to have decided we were done negotiating because he started walking toward the front of the building. “If you’re very good about picking out food, I’ll let you pick how you get happy.”
Hmm…how good was very good?
Probably shouldn’t ask that just in case.
He might make me eat banana oatmeal.
“I can?” I could come on his lap while he spanked me or I could have a toy or I could…yes…this could work.
Maybe it would be worth eating oatmeal a few times?
Just the instant kind, of course…hmm…did that come in chocolate?
“Yes, there’s all kinds of ways, as I’m sure you can guess.” He gave me a side glance and huffed, making me laugh. “We’re not listing off the options in the bread aisle, got it?”
He was so funny. I’d do that when I made him walk through the frozen aisle to pick out ice cream because it would be a good distraction. “Deal. Is that what we’re getting…toast?”
“Possibly. You’ll have to see.” He liked being silly and making me guess. It made me realize he would like the edging a lot. That was very scary.
Yep, I was going to be very good in the grocery store.
“I like toast.” Swinging his hand, I tried to look innocent and happy, but he just kind of snorted. “You can put cinnamon and sugar on it.”
Daddy rolled his eyes and looked at me like I was nuts. “That is dessert, not breakfast.”
Nope. I’d seen it online.
But I wasn’t going to argue with the man who might buy oatmeal and not give me an orgasm. “Okay, Sir.”
Yep, no Daddies in the grocery store.
His chuckle made me stand straighter and try to look very boring. “Very good. No arguing. No Daddying.”
Daddy nodded, but he squeezed my hand. “Unless you need to, cutie. But yes, we’re just two guys on a date buying breakfast for you for this week.”
Because everyone did that on a date?
I should’ve planned this better and given him a blow job in the car. Happy Doms did not buy squishy things for breakfast. Well-orgasmed Doms bought Pop-Tarts and things that made their cute subs happy.
Yes, I should’ve done less pouting and more sucking.
“That look is scaring me. Don’t plan world domination while we’re at the grocery store.” Daddy’s silly tone had me giving him a big smile. “That’s not helping.”
He was so ridiculous.
I was planning blow jobs, not world domination.
“Yes, Daddy.” Oops. “Yes, Gray?”
Oh, that’d sounded weird.
Daddy’s snickers as we went in the store said he thought it was weird too.
I was worried it was going to be a very long trip…but it got less scary when we went right to the bread aisle and he didn’t even seem to think about bananas.
It was a relief.
But oh, I forgot how scary the bread aisle was…there were so many seeds and nuts and healthy bread that tasted healthy.
I really should’ve made him happy in the car.
This was so dangerous.
“You have to stop panicking over breakfast, cutie.” Daddy looked like he was trying not to giggle, but he didn’t realize how dangerous this was.
“I’m not panicking, D—” Oh, that was hard. “Gray.”
I couldn’t say it without wincing…that was going to be a problem. He’d been Daddy for days now and switching was hard…especially when I wasn’t very big. Scary things made me little. It was just how being scared worked. “I’m going to have to practice that for when we go out in real public.”
My sigh made him chuckle. “What’s real public?”
“Doing something in front of my grandmother or your mother.” Or one of my stepdad’s thousand relatives.
That side of the family seemed to breed like rabbits.
When I’d first met them, I thought that was how all rich people’s families must look like. Nope. It wasn’t.
Daddy’s groan had me laughing. “Don’t say that.”
Hmm, could I trade not talking about his mother for not having to eat oatmeal or bananas?
Saving that strategy just in case, I nodded but didn’t actually agree to anything specific. “Real public is hard.”
As he nodded, he stopped right in the middle of the bread where the healthy stuff started fading into the good bread. I did my best not to hold my breath, but Daddy let out a very Daddy sigh. “Sorry…Gray.”