Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“No, Daddy. I didn’t. I just… I just got excited when you spanked me.”
“Why?” Adam continued to stroke her intimately, searching for those sensitive trigger points he’d memorized last night.
She looked at him in shock for several seconds as she tried not to respond. When he slid two fingers into her pussy, Rose blurted, “It was the spanking. It made me wet.”
“Thank you for telling me, Little girl. You deserve a reward for admitting the truth and taking your spanking so well, don’t you?” Adam suggested, stroking her intimately.
“A re-reward?” she stuttered.
“Let’s see if Daddy can make you come this morning. That should turn your morning grouchies to sweetness for the day.” He abandoned his touch for a few seconds to press her knees apart. “Stay like this. Watch Daddy make you feel good.”
He smiled as she stared at his hands moving between her thighs. Already, he could feel small contractions around his inserted fingers. He dipped a fingertip of his free hand into her slick juices and raised it to paint over her mouth. “Lick your lips, Little girl. Does your excitement taste as good as I anticipate it will?”
Her soft moan of enjoyment answered him as the pink tip of her tongue flicked outside. Rose’s attention didn’t waver from the intimate touches Adam lavished on her. He pressed hot fiery kisses to the curve of her neck and nibbled on her shoulders. When he felt her tight channel clinch around him, Adam pinched that small bundle of nerves. She screamed her climax into the room.
Chapter Eight
Rose had trouble meeting people’s eyes at Stuff-It that morning. She was sure everyone could tell she’d been spanked and pleasured before coming to work. She could definitely feel her stinging bottom and the continual wetness between her thighs. It was impossible to wipe the memories of watching him stroke her.
Adam had sent her home to change clothes with a breakfast sandwich in her hand and a lunch sack for later. Her face heated as she remembered him having to change his slacks for a fresh pair because her juices had coated them. A picture of his erection pressing urgently against his boxer briefs when he changed made her panties wetter.
I want him so bad.
Rose had packed a bag with several days of clothes. She’d promised to return after work. Thank goodness it was busy. Time was moving quickly despite her anticipation. His texts throughout the day reassured her he wanted to be with her as much as she needed him.
Finally, she was able to close the shop and drive to his house. Adam met her on the driveway. He’d watched for her.
“Come in, Rosebud. I’ve missed you.”
“I couldn’t wait to get back here,” she admitted and earned a scorching kiss.
When he lifted his head, she waved an arm toward the trunk to signal to him wordlessly that she’d stored something there as she pushed the button on her car remote to open it. Spotting the bag, he pressed a softer kiss to her lips before moving to grab it. Carrying it, Adam ushered her into the house. He led her directly upstairs to the nursery and placed her purse and the large bag on the foot of the bed, avoiding a small pile of clothing that already lay there.
“Let Daddy change your clothes to something more comfortable and then we’ll eat some dinner.” He stripped off her clothes, pressing kisses to her body as he unveiled her.
She watched him squeeze her wet panties in his hand. He would realize she’d been turned on all day. “It’s your fault.”
“I’ll take responsibility for that,” he said cheerfully as he added them to the neatly folded clothes he’d removed. Adam didn’t dally but dressed her in the soft leggings and T-shirt that lay folded on the daybed she had slept on last night.
“Did you have more clothes in the drawer?” she asked curiously as she stroked over the material she wore. There was a line of lace at the bottom of the shirt, but it didn’t scratch. She thought it was so pretty.
“I went out and bought these at lunch. How did Daddy do? Are you comfortable?”
“I love these. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, Rosebud. Ready to go eat? Do you like baked potato soup?” he asked.
“Yum,” she answered.
“Me, too. I thought we could talk over dinner about what we both need from our relationship.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Rose asked, holding her breath.
“Never. I want to make sure we’re on the same wavelength. Did you bring Ruff?”
“He’s in my purse.”
Retrieving the puppy stuffie, she slid her hand into his and clung to her Daddy as he led her downstairs and to the kitchen table. Sitting down in the chair he indicated, Rose watched him ladle up a large bowl of soup and sprinkle bacon and cheese on top after asking her if she liked both on her soup.