Chapter 11
Eleven
Kendall
I was sitting on my couch, bored out of my mind, when the doorbell rang.
Padding off to answer it, I opened it without looking and was surprised to see Dalton standing on the other side.
I flicked my eyes to the laptop style crossbody bag, wondering what sort of things were housed in it.
Had he brought his toy bag? Dalton handed me a coffee before stepping inside without being invited.
“Hi, Daddy.” I took a sip. “Thank you for the coffee.”
“Hi, prancer. You’re welcome.” He smiled at me. “What are you up to?”
“Not working,” I mumbled. “I’ve been vegging on the couch and eating all the snacks in my house. Gage and I went to the mall yesterday and picked out a gift for my Mom. She also invited all of us to Christmas dinner. Sorry for the late notice.”
“That sounds lovely, darling.” Dalton scanned my face. “Grant invited us to stay over tonight. I came over to see if you wanted to ride with me.”
I wanted to jump for joy at the idea, but so many insecurities flooded my body with anxiety.
“Maybe the two of you should look for another partner to balance your relationship instead of me. Then you can spend the holidays with each other.” I know how odd that statement sounded falling out of my lips after I’d just invited him and Grant to my mother’s house.
I hoped he understood it was my nerves and not anything more.
“I literally had the same conversation with Grant this morning. He tried to talk himself out of our connection because he was worried about not being enough for you and being too much for me.” Dalton took my hand and led me into the living room.
We sat on the couch together and I curled myself into his lap.
“I convinced him that the three of us will balance just fine. Now, tell me what’s bothering you, prancer. ”
“I’ve been worrying that my bratty attitude is going to scare you and Grant away.” Phew. I’d been holding onto that insecurity far longer than I cared to admit. It wasn’t just with him and Grant that I worried about that, but with any relationship. It felt incredibly freeing to voice my concerns.
“Why do you think we’re going to leave?”
“Well, whenever I get overwhelmed, my attitude isn’t so great. No one sticks around after that.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Dalton reached into the laptop bag at his feet and brought out a small red colored paddle. Upon closer inspection, I saw it was painted to look like an ornament. “My girl needs some reassurance, and I’m happy to provide it.”
“But I haven’t done anything spectacular. I whine and beg for attention! When I don’t get it, I spiral.”
“You have so much to offer that you can’t see right now, but I promise both Grant and I see it.” He patted his thigh. “Get over my lap.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I let out a breath. “But I really need to take a shower before I go anywhere. And I have presents for both of you. Oh! And if I’m staying over, I need to pack a bag. And if we’re going to dinner, I need to get a nice outfit and—”
“No more stressing out. Lay yourself over my thighs, darling. Now.”
“There’s too much to do in a short amount of time! We don’t have time for this. Do you understand what lazy bones I’ve been?”
“Does my little prancer need a timeout in the corner to help with her spiraling thoughts?”
Oh no! He hardly ever answered a question of mine with another question and it showed how serious he was.
“No thank you, Sir,” I replied in the sweetest tone imaginable, hoping for a pass.
I moved quickly into the position he’d requested, though I was worried about how unsexy I looked.
I was wearing baggy sweatpants and a tank top.
At least I’d selected a cute pair of panties this morning, dark blue with snowmen and snowflakes glittering across them.
Dalton lowered my pants, striking his palm across the lowest curve of my butt.
I’d been desperate for his attention, even though he offered it freely.
He repeated the process with my panties, slowly dancing them to my thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, Kendall.”
“Well, with your current view, I’m not sure I believe you.
” He slapped each of my upper thighs with the paddle.
Hard. Fast. Unyielding. It hurt badly. “Ouch! Ouch, Daddy!” I kicked my legs out and he threw one of his over mine, scissoring them into place so I could no longer move.
Damn it. I wished I’d thought everything through. “It hurts!”
“We are not done yet, little girl. Settle down.”
His tone and choice of words popped me into my Little headspace. I explored it mostly by myself, but it was the first time he’d said it to me. I sank deeper into the mindset, allowing the pain to fully register. It didn’t take long for tears to pour down my cheeks.
Sniffling, I promised to be a better girl for him and Grant.
I promised I wouldn’t bottle up all of my emotions anymore.
I added that I would ask him to help me if I couldn’t achieve a work life balance in the future, that I’d do anything to be his and Grant’s sweet Little girl forever if they’d have me.
Promise after promise fell out of my lips as I sobbed.
I’d say anything to make Dalton stop the burning assault on my rear end.
It was only after a few more minutes of babbling that I realized he had stopped spanking me. “Are you mad at me, Daddy?”
“No, little girl. I’m not mad.” Lowering his leg to the floor freed me from being pinned. I stayed still since it didn’t seem like he was done with me. “Why do you think that?”
“I don’t know. I guess I should have talked to you instead of overthinking. I’m doing my best to share my feelings.”
“It’s going to take patience on all our parts to get to a place where we aren’t questioning each other’s motives, since we’re still learning. When you see consistency and we’ve spent more time together, it will get easier.” Dalton rubbed each side of my butt. “Is there anything else bothering you?”
“Yes, Sir. There’s this spot in between my legs that needs your attention badly.”
“Mm. Let’s see if I can find it.”
He traced a finger along the seam of my body, dipping the tip into my dripping wet pussy.
Clenching around his finger, I moaned. Dalton added a second finger, firmly planting me back into my adult headspace.
He was turning me on with his touches. He pumped his fingers, stroking my g-spot because of the angle, and I squeezed my thighs together.
“Daddy…”
“Be a good girl and don’t come until I give you permission.”
I tried to form some sexy reply, but nothing but gurgles of pleasure bubbled out.
Dalton slid his pinky finger deftly into my most private hole.
It seemed to be one of his favorite moves lately.
There were so many bundles of nerves that he stroked from the action, and I loved it.
My toes curled, and I did my absolute best to stay still so he kept going.
“Please, Daddy? Please let me come?” I begged.
“Not yet.”
Ugh. I pouted but didn’t dare move or he would undoubtedly edge me. Though the thought of being denied a climax and then slowly getting closer to one thrilled me, I wanted a release. Dalton withdrew his fingers from my private places and flipped me onto the couch so I was on my back.
“Daddy,” I whined. “I’m so close. Please!”
“Do you promise to talk to Grant and I when things get you overwhelmed instead of self-sabotaging your happiness, prancer?”
It wasn’t fair to ask me such a thing when I was at the precipice of an orgasm. He knew that I’d agree with him if for no other reason than to hurry things along.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Dalton placed his pointer and middle fingers against my clit, tugging it gently, stroking every nerve and making me shudder under his nimble touches.
I pressed my legs closed. “Naughty thing.” He slapped his free hand against my mound several times in a row and I moaned. “Open your legs.”
I obeyed faster than I’d ever done anything else. Dalton shifted slightly and pressed his mouth where his fingers had been. Uh-oh. I tried to stay still as his wet tongue teased my clit, but it was so hard. He inserted two fingers into my dripping pussy making a ‘come here’ gesture.
“Come for Daddy.”
The combo plus his growled command brought me to my peak, pleasure rolling through my body in wave after wave until I was utterly spent. My thighs trembled from the exertion. A warm languid sensation lapped along my skin, pleasant like a warm blanket.
Finally, I raised my head. “Oh, Sir. You make me feel so good.”
“I’m happy to hear you say that.” Dalton helped me to sit up and kissed me. “What else do you need before we get ready for Grant’s?”
“Water,” I croaked, but my mouth turned up into a smile. He was going to spoil me rotten, and I looked forward to receiving it.
“Yes, prancer. I’ll get you a bottle,” he said, chuckling. “Is anything else bothering you?”
“Nothing else, Daddy. Thank you for reminding me of how special I am.”
“You’re welcome, darling.”
I threw my arms around Dalton, and he pulled me closer. “Can we stay like this for a little while?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Anything you want.”
I loved how Dalton seemed to take everything in stride. I understood his job placed him in life or death scenarios, just like mine, and he could compartmentalize things like I did. There was nothing to worry about. Spending time with him and Grant for the holiday would make everything better.