Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He didn’t have a good response to that, mostly because he was already clenching his cheeks and making needy whimpers as he tried to grind his bulge against me. “Daddy…”
“Yes, Daddy’s going to take good care of you.” Bringing my hand down for the first time, I got one cheek and then the other, alternating with firm swats that had him sucking in a breath. They were firmer than I might’ve preferred to start with, but Merritt was letting out low whimpers and trying to fuck my lap already, so I knew I’d understood what he’d wanted.
Merritt liked to start with the burn but not go too much higher.
Except when it came to his fingers or his Cookie Monster.
That must’ve come through the bond because he snickered between spankings, wiggling his bottom at me as I stroked my hands over it. “Such a pretty pink bottom.”
Sending an image of the perfection in front of me through the bond, I gave it a squeeze and chuckled as he tried to hump my lap again. “Oh, is that good boy behavior?”
Before he could try to redefine good, I gave each cheek another spank, loving the sounds it got from him. “Humping Daddy’s lap is more teasing, and that’s what got you here to begin with.”
Making a disappointed sound, I held him more firmly as I lightened up on the spanks to stretch out the pleasure. “You need to learn not to tease Daddy. You belong to me and you need a bit of help remembering that.”
I was ready and willing to help with that, though.
“Rubbing yourself against Daddy is teasing.” He needed to see that teasing wasn’t acceptable, though, so I shifted the arm holding his chest so it was braced down his back. That left my hand free to slide my thumb right down the center of his ass and press against his needy opening. “Humping Daddy is teasing too. It’s making Daddy think about making love to you.”
Still sounding disappointed, I pulsed my thumb against him as I alternated light spanks on his beautiful bottom. “You tease Daddy and make him hard in so many ways. I need you to understand that you’re always making me think about having fun with you.”
That got a sexy moan that was a bit rougher than the rest, and I had a feeling he was inching toward his grown-up side.
“But I don’t mind helping you learn to be a good boy.” I squeezed one cheek right at its most sensitive spot and got another needy sound from Merritt. He pressed his face harder against the bed, but his hips started pulsing up and down as he whimpered.
“I’ll…I’ll be good, Daddy.” Merritt’s tone said he was desperate and well on his way to being my grown-up sub. “I…very good…I’ll remember.”
That sounded almost believable.
“I’m glad.” Massaging his pink bottom one more time, I gave it another firm tap and loved the needy whine he let out. “Being good for me should be the most important thing on your mind. Not teasing. Not closets. Not naughty littles who overshare.”
That got an adorable giggle from him but he also clenched his cheeks and wiggled his ass. “You’re always the most important thing on my mind, Daddy. They just give me good ideas about what you’re doing when I think about you.”
Cheeky brat.
He liked the extra spank it got him, though, and as he moaned, his hips rocked again and I let my thumb finally ease into him. That had him sucking in a breath and he tightened around me like he was trying to pull me deeper. “Yes, Daddy. I…I’ve been good. I was good…I was good for my spanking.”
Doing his best to fuck himself back and forth between my thumb and my lap wasn’t exactly what I’d call good, but it was sexy and that was going to count for the time being. “That’s right. You were very good for your spanking.”
Inching my thumb in deeper, I let him fuck himself against me and tightened my legs. That got another excited, needy sound and a shiver raced through him. “That’s right. You were so good you’re going to get a reward.”
And it was a reward that needed a bit of lube.
No matter how much he loved the burn, I was going to take care of him, so as he rocked against me, I reached for the lube in the tiny storage drawer by the bed. Merritt was too busy humping me to realize what I was doing, but as I slid my thumb out, his frustrated whine said he’d tuned back in to reality. “Daddy?”
“So dramatic when I’m trying to take care of you.” Quickly substituting two slicked fingers for the one dry thumb made him much happier and suddenly the whine was gone. He moaned out something that might’ve been Daddy but it was too distorted to hear it clearly.