“I don’t think I need aftercare.”
“Aftercare also includes cuddles and kisses.”
“Okay, okay.” She rolled and he ran a finger over her bottom, which was still bared. It was red, but that wouldn’t take long to fade.
“It doesn’t look so bad. I think someone is protesting too much.”
“Am not, Daddy!”
She gave him an indignant look over her shoulder.
“You wouldn’t be trying to fool Daddy, would you?” he drawled.
“Never, Daddy.”
Yeah, right.
Reluctantly, he drew her panties and drop seat up. “I’ll check on your bottom again. When Daddy tells you to get over his knee for an inspection, you’ll be expected to obey straight away.”
“You can’t!”
“I can,” he replied sternly, rolling her onto her side and facing her. He grasped hold of her chin. “I take your care very seriously.”
“Maybe too seriously,” she muttered.
“No such thing.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Now, are you really upset with Daddy? Because if you are, I might keep my dick in my pants a bit longer. Don’t want to tempt you into an act of violence.”
* * *
Juliet knew she went bright red. She couldn’t believe she’d asked to see his cock.
Hussy.
“Please, Daddy? I promise not to hurt your pee-pee.”
“Let’s not call it a pee-pee, yeah?” he grumbled.
“Okay, Daddy. Can I see your disco stick?” she asked sweetly.
“Nope, not using that one either.”
“Cream stick? I like cream.”
He narrowed his gaze. “It’s not a cream stick. Cock or dick are acceptable terms.”
“That’s no fun, Daddy. Everyone calls them that. I think your dick needs a proper name. It’s an individual. It doesn’t want to be like everyone else.”
“You haven’t even seen it yet.”
“But I can tell. Maybe we should call it sweetie-pie.”
“You asking for another spanking, brat?” he growled.
“No, Daddy. That’s just mean. I’m just trying to come up with a good name for your pee-wee. How about pounder? Is that more manly?”
“How about we don’t name my dick anything.”
“Please, can I see it?” she begged.
“You’re really sure?”
She nodded. “I’m sure. And maybe, could I see all of you?”
He eyed her then nodded slowly. Sitting, he took off his shirt. She gasped as she took him in. Tanned. Firm. Strong.
Leaning in, she licked his chest, right above his nipple. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“If I lick it, then it’s mine,” she told him, totally laying claim on him.
“Yeah? Feel free to lick anything you like then.”
Oh, she would.
He lay back. She touched his hands as he went to undo his belt. “Could I explore first?”
“Yeah, Duchess.” He put his hands behind his head, indicating that she was in charge.
And she fell in love with him a little bit more.
She felt like she’d been given an all-day pass to Disneyland. Even better, because she didn’t have to fight crowds. Leaning in, she sucked a nipple into her mouth. He let out a low noise and she jumped back. “Did I hurt you?”
“Fuck, no,” he muttered. “Felt so good.”
Oh. Wow. Okay, she liked that she could make him feel good. She sucked on the nipple again while her hands roamed over his chest.
“Duchess, you have no idea how good your hands feel on me.”
She smiled as she licked her way down his perfect abs. Seriously. How did he get abs like that? She felt like there was no way she could measure up to the perfection of his body.
“You’re gorgeous,” she told him as she ran her thumbs lightly over his nipples.
“And you’re a tease,” he muttered. “Kiss me.”
Moving up, she pressed her lips to his. But frustration filled her when he didn’t take control. She sat back with a distressed sigh. “I’m not very good at kissing. Can you take over?”
“Come here.” He moved one hand and beckoned her forward, then he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. Then he kissed her. She sighed with pleasure.
So good.
When he pulled her away, she was swaying, pleasure making the room spin.
“You okay, Duchess?”
“Your kisses make my head spin,” she told him.
He grinned. “Good.”
It was very, very good.
Then her gaze lowered to his belt. “Can I?”
“Yeah, you can. Just remember that nothing happens that you don’t want, okay? I’ll keep my hands behind my back, and you can explore as much as you like.”
“What if you . . . I mean, if you react?”
“Oh, I can guarantee I’ll react. You mean what if I need to come?”
She nodded, knowing she was bright red. Dear Lord. Was she really having this conversation?
“Then I’ll ask you to stop so I can calm down a bit. But I have excellent control. Or I used to, before I met you,” he added quietly.
She didn’t think she was meant to hear that last part.
“And if I want to, um, I mean . . . if I don’t want you to calm down?”
His eyebrows shot up. “You want to jack me off, Duchess?”
She wasn’t sure she’d quite put it like that, but . . .
“Maybe,” she whispered. “I’ve never seen a man’s penis, or touched one in real life. I might not do it right, but I think I’d like to try.”
“Not much you can do wrong, other than hit me in the balls or use too much teeth on my cock.”
Okay, she lied. She could go even brighter red.
“Not that you have to use your mouth,” he added. “Maybe one day, but not today. Although I did have an idea for your anxiety if you like the idea of using your mouth.”
She blinked. “You think giving a blow job would ease my anxiety?”
It sounded odd. And as though it would be more of an ease to his anxiety than hers.
“No, not that. You ever hear of cock warming?”
She shook her head.
“Basically, it’s where a sub will warm their Dom’s cock.”
With what? A blanket? That didn’t make . . . oh wait.
“Like in their mouth?” she managed to ask.
“Or their pussy or ass, which you’re obviously not ready for.”
“But isn’t that just sex or a blow job?”
“No, because literally, all they are doing is warming their Dom’s cock. It might harden then go soft, but it’s not about sex. I once knew a Little who liked to take her Daddy’s cock into her mouth when she was anxious. Like a cock pacifier.”
Cock pacifier? So, basically, a giant pacifier. Well, not that she knew how big he was, but yeah, those feet looked big.
Was he kidding her? He was just saying this to show her how naïve she was, right?
“I promise it’s a thing. But if you’re not into the idea, you don’t have to do it.”
“So, when this Little you knew was anxious, she would just suck his cock?”
“Not suck it. Although there might be light sucking, that’s not the point. If she was feeling out of sorts or worrying, she’d ask his permission to take his cock into her mouth. He’d continue with whatever he was doing. She said it helped her focus and relax. It doesn’t need to be a thing between us.”
She got that. She couldn’t help but feel intrigued.
“I don’t know if it will help, but I . . . I kind of like the idea.”
“If you want to try, that’s something we can do.”
“Can I look now?” she asked, gesturing to his cock.
He nodded and she started undoing the belt, then he had to help her pull down his jeans and boxers. His dick sprang free and she sucked in a breath.
Lord, have mercy on her soul.
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nbsp; That thing was enormous.
“Duchess, Duchess, look at me,” he urged her. Reaching up, he grabbed her chin, turning her face towards him. “It’s not going to hurt you.”
“It’s huge!” How could it not hurt her?
He grinned. Actually grinned. She smacked her hand against his pecs.
Um, ouch.
She rubbed the palm of her hand. “Are you made of concrete?”
He was frowning now. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of her hand. “Don’t hit me.”
“You can’t tell me that hurt you.”
“It hurt you. And that isn’t allowed. Now, as for my dick being too large, it’s not. All it means is that I have to make sure you’re nice and wet before I fuck you. Which I’ll do, with pleasure.” He gave her a wolfish grin.
Be still her heart.
“Still want to touch?” he asked.
Yeah. She did. He drew his pants and boxers down his legs, so he was lying there, completely naked.
Wow. He was gorgeous.
“I promise, he won’t bite.”
Reaching out, she ran her finger along the shaft. Okay, his skin was softer than she’d thought. It twitched and she let out a startled giggle.
“You won’t hurt it.”
“Can you tell me what to do?”
“Nothing you do will be wrong,” he reassured her. “Put your hand around it.”
She moved with more confidence, wrapping her hand around it gently.
“Squeeze it tighter, that’s it. Fuck, yes. Now run your hand up and down the shaft. Good girl. Yes.”
His breath came in faster pants as she moved her hand up and down.
“It’s so hard, yet soft. Weird.”
“Duchess, when you have your hand on my dick, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call it weird.”
She giggled. “Sorry, Daddy.”
Some wetness appeared at the slit and she ran her thumb over it, then drew her thumb to her mouth to suck on it.
A hum of pleasure escaped her as his taste burst onto her tongue. She’d thought that it was meant to taste bad.
“Fuck, Duchess. You don’t know how hot you look right now,” he told her.
A flush of pleasure filled her and she moved lower until her face was right up close to his dick. She decided she wanted it in her mouth. She reached out with her tongue and licked her way along the shaft.
Oh. She liked that. So, she did it again. And again. Then she became aware that he was muttering something.
“Are you saying the times tables?”
“Whatever I need to do not to come,” he told her.
“You don’t want to come?”
“Not so quickly. Don’t want you to think I have no staying power. But fuck, your mouth is magic.”
“Yeah?” Well, now she needed to use more of her magic on him. She took the head into her mouth and sucked.
“Fucking hell!” he groaned.
Wrapping her hand around the base, she took more of him in. But instead of moving, she just suckled on him lightly.
Oh. Okay. Maybe she was getting some idea of where he was going with this cock pacifier thing. Because she really liked having his dick in her mouth.
But she really wanted to see him come as well. Moving her mouth from his dick, she sat up and knelt between his thighs, facing him.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?” He opened his eyes to stare up at her. She ran a finger up and down his dick. Ooh, it twitched again. She giggled.
Her attention landed on his balls. She forgot what she’d been going to ask him as she ran a finger over his ball sac.
He groaned.
“Can I touch your balls?” she asked.
“Yes. Be gentle,” he warned.
She’d figured that. She cupped them, surprised by their warmth. With her other hand, she started jacking him.
“Fuck, Duchess. Fuck!” He groaned. “You need to stop.”
She froze. “Did I hurt you?”
He was panting and a light sweat had broken out over his tanned skin, making it glisten.
“No,” he reassured her. “But I’m close to coming.”
“Would that be bad?”
His gaze met hers. “Not for me. Are you sure you want that?”
“I’d like to. If that’s okay,” she added.
“Yeah. It’s more than okay. That would feel amazing.”
Ooh. She liked the idea of making him feel amazing. So, she went back to drawing her hand up and down his cock, while she lightly played with his balls. He moaned, tensing, and his balls seemed to draw up into his body.
“I’m going to come!”
Good. She watched as ropes of his come landed on his stomach. Then she gentled her touch as he panted, shuddering.
“Can I touch it?”
He muttered something under his breath. “Yeah, Duchess.”
“Is it wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong as long as both of us agree,” he told her. “And we’re not harming someone else.”
Oh good. She ran her finger through his come. “There’s less than I thought.”
He let out a chuckle. “Don’t ever lose that honesty.”
“Sorry. Should I not have said that?”
He shook his head. “I love that you say what you’re thinking.”
She gave him a shy smile.
“Pass me the cloth. I’ll clean up.”
His cock was at half-mast as she grabbed the cloth, but she didn’t hand it over. “Can I do it?”
“Of course.”
She cleaned him up, loving that she got to take care of him for once. By now, his cock had softened. She wanted him back in her mouth. She leaned down, intent on doing just that when he tapped her nose. “You have to ask first.”
She glanced up in surprise.
“I’m a man who likes to be in control. I gave up a lot of it just now because I didn’t want to scare you. But unless I give you free rein, I want you to ask permission before you take me into your mouth.”
“Okay,” she whispered. “Can I have your cock in my mouth, Daddy?”
“You may.”
She put the side of her face on his lower stomach then took half of him into her mouth. Even soft, he was huge. She adjusted, taking as much as she could. She suckled lightly, like she might with a pacifier. This was different, of course. He was much bigger and warmer. She sighed happily as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“You like that, Duchess?”
“Hm,” she replied.
“That’s good. I do too. If you need me, you can ask at any time. If it’s possible, I’ll give this to you.”
Damn, that sounded perfect.
22
“Daddy, will you bathe me?”
He looked up from his phone in surprise. He’d just sent another message to Reuben. Why wasn’t he answering? Maybe he needed to send Elias or Sterling to Boston to check on him.
“Bathe you, Duchess? You mean run you a bath?”
“No, I, umm, mean, will you bathe me?”
Now he really looked at her. His eyebrows rose. “While you’re naked?”
“Of course while I’m naked, Daddy.” She gave him a ‘duh’ look that he didn’t appreciate.
His gaze turned stern and she bit her lip.
“Please, Daddy. I don’t want to keep worrying about it, and I figure if we do it in Little space, then maybe I won’t be so worried about you seeing me. Without clothes. Naked.”
Okay, now the brat was rubbing it in. He thought about it. Last night, before he’d put her to bed, they’d done some kissing and heavy petting, but he hadn’t gotten his hand under her pajamas.
This seemed like quite a leap.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Her face closed off. Shit. Wrong thing to ask. He stood, but she stepped back.
“You’re right. Silly me. Gotta go potty.” She turned, but obviously didn’t recall that she’d been building a castle with blocks and plowed right into them, la
nding on her knees.
“My castle!”
“Baby girl.” He hurried to her and picked her up, placing her on a bean bag. “Are you all right?”
“My castle is destroyed. I spent hours on it!”
She’d spent about fifteen minutes on it. She had a short attention span and a bit of a flair for the dramatic.
She was adorable.
“I’ll help you rebuild.”
“It’s no good! It was perfect. It will never be that perfect again.” She let out a small sob.
“Hey.” He cupped her chin, turning her face to his. “It can be perfect again. Just a different sort of perfect.”
She shook her head. “Ruined. Never to be fixed.”
“Juliet,” he warned, knowing they weren’t talking about the castle. “That’s not true. Let me see your knees.”
“They’re fine.”
“You landed hard, they could be bruised.”
She brushed his hands away. “No, Daddy. They’re fine.”
Calmly, he stared up at her. “Duchess, don’t push Daddy’s hands away like that when he’s trying to take care of you.”
She pouted. “You don’t want to bathe me.”
“I never said that. I was worried it would be too much for you. Now, move your hands away.”
He raised her skirt, taking in the red marks on her knees. Gently, he pressed his fingers against them. She hissed.
“Fine, huh?” he asked dryly. “These might bruise.”
“I’ve had worse.”
He cupped her face between his hands. “I want to bathe you. But I don’t want you to offer because you think you have to.”
“I’m not,” she whispered. “I want to try. Please.”
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he told her decisively.
Standing, he picked her up in his arms and carried her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. Then he set her gently down on the counter.
“What disgusting color do you want to make your bath tonight?” He looked through her bath bombs.
“Daddy, they’re not disgusting.” She gave him a stern look, waggling her finger. “They’re pretty. I want the blue one with the silver stars. I want to sparkle like nighttime.”
Right.
He ran the bath and then put the bomb in it. It started to disintegrate as he turned back to her.
“Sure?”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
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