Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He tucks a finger under my chin and tips my head back. “Do you normally eat on your couch, Baby girl?”
“Yes. Sometimes. I like to watch television. It’s harder to see from the table.”
“Okay.” He searches my face. “I’m never going to have to punish you for lying, am I?”
My eyes widen.
He winces. “Sorry. Let me try that again. I meant as a Daddy. Lots of Little girls get into trouble on purpose because they like to be disciplined by their Daddies. You’re too honest for me to ever catch you in a fib, aren’t you?”
I nod. “Is that weird?”
“Nope. It’s refreshing.”
“How would you punish me?” I fist my hands on my knees, unable to avoid squirming. My nipples pebble as I think of the possibilities. I’ve seen Littles misbehave at the Dungeon lots of times. It’s always intrigued me. It took me weeks to realize they do it on purpose, and even then I’ve barely understood why. They seem to enjoy getting spanked or put in a corner.
For the first time in my life, I think I almost understand. The thought of Chase pulling down my leggings and spanking me is making it impossible to sit still.
He’s still holding my chin, searching my gaze. His lips part, but he hesitates. “Do you have any idea how damn adorable you are?”
I’m surprised by the question because he didn’t answer mine. “No.”
He chuckles. “Very. Very adorable. And to answer your question, I have no idea how I might punish you yet, Baby girl. That’s one of the things we need to discuss. Your boundaries. I want to know what your limits are so I don’t cross any of them.”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly.
“That’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”
“Are you going to spank me?” I tremble at the idea.
He stares deep into my eyes. “Is that something you’d like to try?”
I shrug. “I don’t know,” I answer again.
“We’ll experiment with that too, princess, but not tonight. Tonight we’re going to eat pizza and talk.”
“Okay.” I hate when he releases my chin. It’s obvious to me I’m a different person when he’s touching me. I can’t explain it, but I wish he would keep touching me and never let me go.
Chapter Eight
Chase
Josie is so damn perfect for me that I want to fast forward to get past this awkward period. I want to tell her how I feel. I want to pull her onto my lap. I want to explore her body and make her lose her mind with pleasure.
I can’t do any of that. I have to slow down. It’s fucking hard though when she looks at me with those doe eyes and asks me if I’m going to spank her. She’s intrigued. She’s fucking squirming.
Spanking is not on tonight’s menu. Not even close. Talking, I remind myself. We need to get to know each other better. I need to know what she likes and doesn’t like. I don’t want to find out by trial and error.
I open the box of pizza and pull out a slice to set on Josie’s plate. “Do you want Daddy to cut it up for you, princess?”
She shakes her head. I love when she shakes her head because her pigtails fly around. “I can eat it whole, Daddy.”
I touch the piece in the middle to make sure it’s cool enough. Between the drive and how long I’ve been here, it’s surely no longer hot, but I want to make certain.
“Thank you,” she murmurs as I hand it to her.
“You’re welcome, Baby girl.”
She takes a bite and moans around the flavor. After chewing it and swallowing, she says, “That’s so good. I think it’s my new favorite food.”
I smile. I could sit here and watch her eat all evening and be happy. I love that she pulls her legs up and crosses them. She’s still wearing the Dalmatian dress from this morning. It’s cute as a button too.
She holds the plate under her chin to take another bite.
“Do you normally wear a bib, Little one?”
She slowly shakes her head.
“Is that something you’d like to do in the future?”
She swallows before speaking again. “Maybe.”
I eat a huge bite of the pizza before firing off another question. “I’ve seen most of your belongings. I assume you usually prefer an age range of about five?”
She lowers her gaze, fiddling with the pizza. “I guess.”
Hmmm. I don’t like that answer. It’s too vague. I’m starting to think even though she doesn’t have it in her to lie or fib, she does tend to give vague responses when she’s afraid to share something.
“You can tell me anything,” I inform her after another bite. “In fact, I’d like you to be candid and open with me, princess. I can’t know what you like and don’t like if you don’t tell me. I never want you to feel like you can’t say something.”