“What are you doing?”
“Putting you on the counter to keep you out of the way and out of trouble.”
“I don’t get into trouble,” she insisted. “And I can’t sit on the counter with a bare bottom.” She tried to wriggle down but he placed a heavy hand on her shoulder.
“Uh-uh, when Daddy puts you somewhere, he expects you to stay there.”
She felt her Little side rising up.
“And you do get into trouble when unsupervised.” He placed his hands on either side of her. “You seem tense. What do you need?”
“I don’t know.” She squirmed.
“I think you do. Remember, you have to ask me for what you need. What is it that you need, Mari-girl?” He spoke into her ear, his breath brushing against her skin.
“I need . . . I need . . .”
“Yes, baby, tell me.”
“I need to come.”
“Good girl for telling me.” He drew away from her and she let a small whimper escape. Then he drew off her top, leaving her sitting there naked. “Lie back. I’m going to make you breakfast and in between I’ll pleasure you.”
Holy, holy hell.
But she lay back and he spread her legs wide, he lay kisses up her thighs until he got to her pussy where he lapped at her. As she was squirming, he drew back and she heard him moving around the kitchen.
She wanted to beg, to plead, but she held back.
Then he returned to her. This time he used both hands to squeeze her nipples as he feasted from her, sucking on her clit as he turned her nipples into hardened nubs.
Then he left again. She could hear the coffee machine working. Something sizzled. The smell of bacon cooking made her stomach grumble.
But right then, she couldn’t seem to care much.
Then he came back to her, pushing her legs even wider as he ran his tongue over her entrance. He dipped it in just slightly before moving it higher to flick at her clit. By now, she was wriggling on the counter, her cries filling the room. Her thighs were tense, her need to come like nothing she’d felt before.
When he moved away this time, she let out a cry of frustration. “No, no, please!”
“Please what?” He appeared next to her head, bending over her to lick at her nipple. “Please leave you alone? Please play with your nipples? Please kiss you? You must tell me what you want.”
Right. She had to ask him. All she had to do was ask and he’d give it to her, right? As long as she wasn’t in danger.
“Please make me come!” she blurted out.
Then he kissed her mouth. “All you had to do was say so.”
Returning to the other side of the counter, he raised her legs so they were up over his shoulders then he feasted on her until she came with a scream, her orgasm so intense that tears actually leaked from her eyes.
And as he brought her down with light licks of his tongue, she felt the room spinning slightly. She was dazed. Boneless.
He drew back. A worried look filled his face. “Are you okay, Mari-girl?” He wiped away her tears.
“Yeah. Just really happy.”
“Good.” He kissed her gently. “Because so am I.”
After putting the T-shirt back on her, Linc sent her off to take her insulin. When she returned, he insisted that she sit on his lap and let him feed her. He fed them both from the one plate. Small bites of egg and bacon. Bits of toast with butter.
Maybe she should have felt self-conscious being fed this way. Instead she leaned against his chest and felt . . .
Cherished.
She’d also become all too aware of the hard cock pressing against her throughout breakfast. That had to hurt, right? He’d gotten her off several times now and hadn’t come himself. Well, except for taking himself in hand in the shower last night.
Damn, she still wished she’d seen that.
After breakfast, he wouldn’t let her help clean up.
“Are you sure I can’t do anything to help?”
“Help cook or help me?” he teased.
She blushed as she realized she’d been staring at his cock which was pressed against his pajama pants.
“Umm, both?” she managed to squeak out.
He laughed. “You are so precious.” He leaned down and cupped her chin. “Thank you for offering, but Little girls stay out of the way in the kitchen unless they’re given specific chores. And as for the other, well, as nice as the offer is, we have other things today and a hard-on never killed anyone. I hope.” He winked, making her giggle.
“Now, you go take a shower and get dressed while I clean up. You can wear panties since we’re going out to see Doc later.”
He kissed her. It was a long, hard kiss that made her want to beg him to join her in the shower.
When had she turned into such a sex fiend?
It had to be him. There was just something about him . . . it put her into overdrive. Maybe she should make that shower a cold one.
22
When she entered the living room, he was already sitting on the sofa, tapping on a tablet. “There she is.” He glanced up at her, running his gaze over her black yoga pants and the teal hoodie she was wearing.
She’d pulled her hair back in a ponytail.
“Sorry, were you waiting on me? I figured I’d better wash my hair. It can take a while to wash and dry. I’m thinking about cutting it, honestly.” It was nearly down to her bottom
“Does it give you headaches?” he asked as he patted the seat beside him.
She sat. “Not really. It’s just tiresome to take care of.”
Leaning over, he ran his fingers through her hair. “Then it’s now Daddy’s job to take care of your hair. I’ll wash it, dry it, braid it. You don’t need to worry about it anymore.”
She blinked at the finality of his words.
“You look shocked.”
“You really want to do that?” she asked.
“Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to take care of my baby in all ways.”
Wow.
“Here’s the tablet. I want you to go through and pick out any clothes you want. I especially want to see some warmer things in the shopping cart. A couple of jackets, jeans, thermals and hoodies or sweaters. Whatever you like to wear. This site also has lingerie, order some things for at night. Then we’ll get some things for your Little. Don’t worry about your big girl toys. I’ve already ordered them.”
Oh hell. She didn’t want to think about what big girl toys he’d ordered. Or maybe she did and that was the problem.
“I’m going into my office to make a few calls. I have ranch stuff to deal with. When I come back, I’ll pay for all this.” He frowned slightly. “You’ll need a credit card to order your online books, right?”
“Umm, yes.”
“Grab your eReader and I’ll add my number to your account.”
She squirmed, hating that she had to use his money. But she knew he’d just argue that this was stuff she needed. And that he wanted to provide for her.
Fifteen minutes later, he returned and looked at her cart. He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
She squirmed at the scolding tone of his voice. “This isn’t acceptable. Let’s see, we’ll add some more sweaters. Another jacket. Do you like this one?” He pointed to a bright green one.