Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Umm.
“Yes?” She put the lollipop back into her mouth.
He raised his eyebrows. “Really? You think it’s smart?”
“Well, obviously you don’t.”
“No, I don’t.” Walking forward, Jeb held out his hand. “Spit it out.”
“But what will you do with it?” she asked. Did he just want it for himself? She had plenty more lollipops. He could have one if he wanted.
“Throw it out.”
Casey gasped in shock. “But that’s a terrible waste of a lollipop!”
“Little girl. Spit it out now. Or you’re going to be given a consequence.”
That was rude.
“A consequence?” she whispered.
“Yes. A punishment.”
“But we haven’t talked about those.”
“What are your limits?” he asked. “What do you absolutely not want me to do? What scares you?”
Yikes.
He had all the hard questions tonight, didn’t he?
“Umm.” She sucked frantically. She told herself it was because she was thinking. But it was likely because she knew he was going to take her sugar.
It really wasn’t fair.
Casey was pretty certain at this stage that she was seventy percent sugar.
“I don’t know.”
“Give me the lollipop and maybe you’ll be able to think easier.”
“I really don’t think that’s true. You can’t take my sugar. Removing it might lead to my eventual ruin and destruction.”
“That does sound dire,” he replied.
She nodded frantically. “Uh-huh. Uh-huh.”
“But I’m ninety-nine percent certain that won’t happen.”
“What about that one percent?”
“Well, it thinks you’ll be fine. But you might go through withdrawals. Which could lead to some crabby behavior and a hot bottom. Actually, now that I think about it there’s probably more of a fifty-fifty chance of that happening.”
She gasped. “I am not getting my bottom heated, Daddy!”
Daddy.
Damn. He liked hearing someone call him that.
He liked having her call him that.
The warmth washed through him and it took him a moment to realize that she looked like she was going to be ill.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“I . . . did I do the wrong thing? Are you mad at me?”
“Little girl, no. Why would I be mad at you? For calling me Daddy? I liked it. What have we been talking about for the last hour?” he asked, confused.
“I know, but we didn’t talk about what I should call you and I thought that maybe I overstepped.”
“You didn’t. I like hearing you call me that. You can call me that anytime. Well, except in front of Wyatt. Maybe just when we’re alone.”
Except that felt wrong. Because he wanted her to call him Daddy all the time. But that couldn’t happen.
“All right.” She gave him a shy look.
Thankfully, she didn’t seem upset by his stipulation.
In fact she seemed quite relieved and he tried not to let that upset him. He should be happy that she was happy.
“Last chance to give me the lollipop before we start getting into consequences,” he warned her.
She took the candy from her mouth and handed it to him. Standing, he walked into the bathroom and threw it in the garbage before returning.
Casey sighed. “I still think that was a waste of a perfectly good piece of candy.”
“I don’t want you to rot your teeth. And it’s not appropriate to eat sugar right before bed.”
“Says who? That’s just the dental association trying to make up stuff against the sugar association. I’m a part of the sugar association. Those dentists have no right to dictate when and how much sugar we can eat. Don’t you agree, Daddy?”
“No,” he replied. “I don’t agree. You’re not going to any protest. And there’s no such thing as a sugar association.”
“Well, if there isn’t then there should be. Maybe I’ll start one. I’ll call it Casey’s Sugar Association. No, that sounds rather stuffy and boring. Casey’s Sugar Crew. Sugar High Casey. Casey’s Sugar Team.”
“You seem to be on a sugar high right now,” he said. “Have you thought of any limits? Are there any punishments you wouldn’t like?”
“Well, I don’t think I’d like you to yell at me. My dad did a lot of yelling. And no throwing things.”
His jaw tightened and it was all he could do not to get up and start pacing. Anger surged through him.
However, he forced his hands to relax because this wasn’t about her father. This was about them.
“I can promise you that I won’t do either of those things. And I’m not into anything hardcore. So no needles, no blood play.”
“Wow. I didn’t even know those things were on the table.”
“I went to a few clubs in my younger days. And we went through all of these different things. But I knew straightaway that I was a Daddy Dom. It really spoke to me. Being in charge of someone else. Taking care of them. Getting them dressed, feeding them, playing with them, spanking them.”
“I like the sound of most of that stuff,” she said.
“Most, huh? Are you all right with spankings as punishment? What about corner time? Lines? Any problems with those?”