Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Sam
Something was up with Dylan.
Over the past week, he’d gotten even bossier than he had been before their trip to Atlanta. Picking out her pajamas in the evening, not allowing her any alcohol unless she asked permission first.
The latter had caused a rather epic meltdown on her part that had ended with her standing in a corner, her very sore, very red bottom on display while he lectured her on the importance of good sleep and how alcohol could actually impede her ability to get a decent night’s rest.
And the worst part was, he was right. The past three nights she’d fallen asleep within half an hour of him putting her to bed—without her phone, another rule of his she’d argued herself into a spanking over—and she’d woken feeling far more refreshed than usual.
She still wasn’t sure how to feel about it all.
Part of her loved the rules. Loved having someone else worry about whether she was drinking enough water or getting enough sleep.
But it was harder than she’d expected, letting him take control of so much.
More than once she’d been tempted to tell him to fuck right off, that she wasn’t about to let someone young enough to be her son boss her around.
Every time she got close to that point, however, he’d either spank or fuck the defiance right out of her.
It was, in so many ways, exactly what she’d always wanted. So why the hell was it so hard?
Since the answer to that question wasn’t likely to be found on her ceiling, she turned to slide out of bed—or tried, at least. The iron band that was her Daddy’s arm tightened around her waist and behind her his chest rumbled with laughter.
“Where do you think you’re going, babygirl?”
“Kitchen. I need coffee.”
“Hmm.” Nuzzling his nose against the side of her neck, he stroked his hand over her stomach. “You drink far too much coffee. We’re going to need to work on that.”
“If you try to take my coffee away, I will actually murder you.”
“I’m not going to take it away. But we will be weaning you down to two cups a day.”
Rebellion welled in her chest. She was a grown-ass woman, she could damn well drink as much coffee as she wanted. “Try it and see what happens.”
“Excuse me?”
The steel beneath his words sent her heart racing. But she wasn’t ready to back down. This was her coffee he was fucking with, and he expected her to literally just lie there and take it?
Fuck that.
“You heard me.”
“I did, but I was hoping I’d heard wrong. Because my babygirl does not talk to her Daddy that way.”
It was the hint of disappointment in his tone that had the first twinges of guilt twisting in her stomach. “I’m just saying, you can’t go around messing with a woman’s coffee. It’s not right.”
“Hmm.” The hand on her stomach drifted lower, teasing little touches that sent ripples of pleasure running through her veins. “But you haven’t even heard my proposal yet.”
Down, down that hand went, beneath the waistband of her pajamas to where she was already soaking wet for him. Clearly her body didn’t mind his bossy ways, even if her mind constantly rebelled. “I’m listening.”
Another rumbled of laughter as he pushed two fingers inside her. “Good girl.” His fingers curled, hitting that spot inside her that always made her eyes cross with pleasure. “One cup with breakfast and one with lunch on the weekends.”
“Daddy, no.” Even as she whined, her hips moved against his hand, seeking the pleasure she knew she’d find there.
“Yes, baby. Going cold turkey is likely to cause serious withdrawal, so I won’t put you through that. But two cups on the weekend, when you don’t have to work, is perfectly reasonable.”
“It is not reasonable,” she grumbled.
“Poor baby.” The sympathy in his voice was entirely fake, and she hated that it only made her wetter, needier as his fingers stoked that fire inside her. “Would it feel more reasonable if I offered something in place of coffee?”
“Like w-what?” She had a feeling she knew, considering the frenzy he was working her into, but she wanted to know, wanted to hear him say it.
In a flash, he had her bottoms off and he was on top of her, sinking into her, stretching her and filling her as she arched up into him.
“Like Daddy’s cock.” Flexing his hips, he drove into her, flooding her system with pleasure as he took her with slow, measured thrusts.
“Whenever you think you want a cup of coffee, just tell Daddy and you can have an orgasm however you’d like it.
You can ask Daddy to fuck you or eat that pretty pussy until you come all over my face or we can play with some of the toys you keep stashed in your nightstand. ”
An image of her, tied to the bed while he forced orgasm after orgasm on her with her favorite toys flashed in her mind and a shudder racked her entire body. “That might work.”
“There’s my good girl. Are you going to come for Daddy, baby? I’ve missed the feel of you on my cock.”
Delighted by him, she couldn’t help but laugh even as he drove her closer to that shimmering peak. “You fucked me right before bed last night.”
“And then I had to wait eight whole hours to feel you again. It’s criminal.”
Her laughter was cut off by a gasp as his movements turned more demanding, every stroke of his cock hitting that exact right spot inside her.
“That’s my good girl. Let Daddy feel you come, baby. Let me feel that pretty little pussy squeezing my cock as you scream for me.”
Scream, she did, his name echoing off the walls as she shattered, molten hot pleasure racing through her veins as she clenched around him.
“Good”—he thrust into her, sending little aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her—“fucking”—another thrust—“girl.”
And then he was filling her, his own guttural groans of release mingling with her soft whimpers as he emptied himself inside her before collapsing on the bed beside her.
When their breathing finally returned to normal, he turned his head, that devastatingly boyish grin stretched across his face. “So what do you think, babygirl? Better than coffee?”
Snuggling up against him, she sighed. “Better than everything.”
Dylan
After their shower—during which he reminded her again just how good an orgasm from Daddy could be—he slipped away to his room for a change of clothes both for himself and his babygirl.
So far, she hadn’t put up nearly as much of a fight as he’d expected over the new rules. Even when he’d had to spank her for pushing back a little too hard, it hadn’t taken much for her to give in, much to his satisfaction.
This morning would be another step for her, and he was curious to see how it went.
Up until now, he’d only taken charge of her pajama selection in the evening, and everything he’d picked out for her had been from her own wardrobe.
Clothes she’d chosen for herself, with her own style and comfort in mind.
But he had his own ideas for how his babygirl should dress, at least when she was home alone with him. And he had a feeling she wasn’t going to like what he had in mind one little bit.
He found her still wrapped in nothing but a towel, running a brush through her freshly dried hair when he returned to her bedroom. Glancing up, she met his gaze in the reflection, a smile tugging at her lips. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hi, babygirl. You about done in here?”
“Yup. Just need to get dressed.”
Excitement pounding through his veins, he held up the pile of clothing he’d retrieved from his room. “Daddy’s already on it.”
One eyebrow raising, she turned to face him. “Just because it’s the weekend doesn’t mean I can lie around in pajamas all day.”
“First of all, I don’t see why not. Second of all, these aren’t pajamas.”
Her expression shifted, curiosity and wariness both creeping into her eyes as she gave the clothes in his hand a more careful study. “But you don’t pick out my clothes. Just my pajamas.”
“Today I do. Come with me, babygirl.”
She hesitated, her bottom lip disappearing beneath a row of perfect white teeth, and for a moment he thought she was going to argue.
But then she nodded, slowly, hesitantly, but it was agreement all the same. “Okay, Daddy.”
Pride welled in his chest. “Good girl.”
Taking her by the hand, he led her over to her bed, where he sat the pile of clothes as he reached for the towel. “I took the liberty of buying some things for you. If you don’t like them, we can talk about why, but it would make me very, very happy if you at least gave them a try. Just for today.”
“Well now you’re making me nervous.”
Picking up the panties he’d bought for her, stamped all over with rainbows and frolicking animals, he crouched by her feet. “Nothing to be nervous about, babygirl. Step in.”
Hands resting on his shoulders, she obediently stepped into the leg holes. He pulled them up over the swell of her hips and bottom before rising again to take in the adorable blush on her cheeks. “See? Nothing bad.”
“I guess not. They’re pretty cute. It’s still weird letting you dress me, though.”
“But it’s so much fun for me. Especially when you get all flustered the way you are right now. Arms up, baby.”
Her nose crinkled as she lifted her arms in the air for him to pull the shirt over her head. “I’m not flustered.”
“You are.” With the shirt pulled down over her naked breasts, he leaned in to drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “And it is, as previously stated, adorable.”
“Maybe you’re just biased.” Glancing down, she frowned and tugged at the shirt, which barely covered her soft, round tummy. “It doesn’t fit.”
“Of course it does.”
“No it doesn’t. It’s too small.” Another tug, another wrinkling of her nose. “See?”
“It fits exactly the way I want it to fit. Sit.”
Eyes narrowing slightly, she did as she was told and perched on the edge of the bed. “You’re very bossy this morning.”
“Just this morning?” he teased as he knelt in front of her to roll one rainbow-colored sock up her leg to the top of her thigh.
“No, you’re always bossy. But you’re extra bossy today.”
“Maybe I’m just excited to have my Little girl all to myself today.”
Again she frowned as he pulled the second sock up her leg. “I can’t be Little all day.”
“Says who?”
“Says me. I have things to do.”
“Really? Because last night when I asked what your plans were for the weekend, you told me you had nothing at all going on and you were looking forward to a lazy day at home.”
Annoyance flickered in her eyes. “That doesn’t mean I don’t have things to do. We still need to eat and the bathrooms need cleaned and—”
“Daddy will take care of feeding you, and the bathrooms can wait until tomorrow. Today, you are my babygirl, and you’re going to let me take care of you.”
“But—”
“Samantha.” He let just a hint of warning infuse his words, enough for her eyes to widen.
“You are taking a day to be Little and relax. Daddy is going to make breakfast and you are going to get your stuffies set up in the living room for the Marvel movie marathon I promised you. And you are not going to argue with Daddy about any of it, unless you’d rather spend your time waiting in the corner instead of playing. Am I understood, little girl?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Leaning in, he dropped another kiss on her nose. “Now, let’s go see about those stuffies.”