Chapter 12 #2
A pretty blush spread across her cheeks, but she kept eating, sneaking glances at him the whole time. Those shy, coy looks packed quite a punch. The sweet everyday feel of it settled something deep inside him.
This was what he wanted. Every single day. Junie in his space, trusting him to feed her, to handle the details so she could be Little and safe.
After she finished, he ran a warm cloth over her hands and mouth then scooped her up in his arms like she weighed nothing. She fit against his chest perfectly, her head tucked under his chin and her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Nap time, Cupcake,” he murmured against her hair. After a short detour back to the sunroom to gather Nibbles and her other friends, he carried her down the hall toward her bedroom.
She immediately started fussing. “I’m not tired.”
“You’re exhausted,” he said calmly as he nodded to the window where the puppy was snuggled into a fluffy pet bed. “Even Pup knows it’s time to rest, and Little girls who argue about naps get spanked.”
She squirmed in his arms, half protesting and half giggling. “I don’t need a nap!”
Tanner sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his lap in one smooth motion.
Her weight felt perfect against him. He tugged her soft lounge pants and panties down to her thighs, baring her bottom, still tinged pink from last night.
The sight of her bare bottom and thighs sent a fresh surge of possessiveness through his veins.
“This is a funishment,” he told her, rubbing slow circles over her warm skin. “Because you’re too stubborn to admit you need rest. Ten good ones, then you’re going to sleep with your stuffies like a good girl.”
Junie whimpered, but she pushed her bottom toward his hand, betraying exactly how much she wanted this. His cock strained against his jeans at the trust she showed him.
He brought his hand down in a steady rhythm, firm swats meant to sting and settle without truly hurting.
Each one made her squeak and wiggle across his lap.
By the fifth one, she was panting and rocking against his thigh.
By the tenth, she had gone soft and pliant, little sniffles mixing with those needy sounds that tested every ounce of his control.
Before turning her back over, he removed her pants and panties and then lay her on the bed, spreading her thighs wide so he could see all of her. She looked up at him with a wicked grin, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “Don’t move, I’m going to get your nightgown.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Her words hit him low and hard. He wanted nothing more than to strip down and bury himself inside her right then to claim every inch of what was his. But he held back. She needed rest more than she needed him to lose control.
Once he returned from grabbing her gown out of a dresser drawer, he tugged her top off, followed by her bra while doing his level best to ignore his libido.
After pulling the gown over her head, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another to her lips, slow and deep enough to leave her sighing.
“Sleep, babygirl,” he murmured against her mouth. “Daddy will be right here when you wake up.”
When he stepped away, Junie grabbed his hand. “Please, Daddy, I want some more.”
His cock sprang to attention. “More of what, Cupcake?” he asked, but her darkening eyes and the pulse racing on the side of her neck told him all he needed to know.
“More kisses. Please, Daddy?”
Well, hell. Never let it be said he wasn’t a Daddy who went out of his way to give his Little girl what she wanted. Without another word, he took her lips, kissing her deep and wet and hard. She tasted like grapes and sweetness and pure Junie, and he drank her in until she moaned into his mouth.
He kissed along her jaw, then down the soft line of her throat, savoring the way her pulse jumped under his lips.
Lower still, he dragged open-mouthed kisses across her collarbone and over the swell of her breast. Pausing to push her gown up, he sucked one tight nipple into his mouth until she arched off the bed with a broken whimper.
He kept going, slow and deliberate, tasting every inch of her skin as he worked his way down her stomach and across her hips. He ran his tongue down her inner thigh and kissed the inside of her knee before working his way back up.
“You’re going to take what Daddy gives you, then you’re going to sleep,” he murmured against her skin, his voice roughened with a need he had no intention of filling.
Junie relaxed back onto the pillows, blinking slowly and watching him with heavy trusting eyes. Every instinct in his body roared at him to claim her hard and fast, to sink inside her and never leave.
He hadn’t meant for things to go this far. Not here in her childhood bedroom. Not yet. But the second he tasted the sweet, slick heat of her, all his good intentions burned away.
“Spread your legs wider for Daddy, Cupcake,” he ordered.
Junie relaxed back onto the pillows. She whimpered but obeyed, her thighs parting further. The easy trust in that simple movement sent a fresh spike of hunger through him. She trembled under his hands, her pretty pink pussy already glistening and ready.
“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, settling between spread thighs. “So wet already. Is this all for me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, the words shaky but eager. “Only for you.”
That was all the permission he needed.
He dipped his head and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit in one long, deliberate lick. Junie cried out, her hips jerking against his mouth. He gripped her thighs, holding her open exactly how he wanted her.
She tasted so damn good, sweet and addictive, and he licked her again. Deeper this time, circling her clit with the flat of his tongue before sucking it between his lips.
Her hands fisted in his hair as needy little sounds spilled out of her, each one making his cock throb harder against the bed.
“Stay still,” he commanded against her soaked flesh. “You take what I give you without moving.”
She rocked her head back and forth, letting out a whimper, but didn’t move.
Licking her again, slower this time, he savored her. Learning exactly what made her gasp and what made her thighs shake around his shoulders. Her hands fisted tightly in the sheets, her back arching as broken little moans spilled from her mouth.
“Oh—Daddy… please…” she cried out, but she didn’t move.
The sound of her calling him Daddy like that nearly undid him. He hadn’t planned on devouring her like a starving man. But now that he had her spread out and dripping for him, he couldn’t stop. She responded so perfectly, like her body had been made for his mouth, for his hands, for him.
He slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them just right while his tongue worked her clit in steady, relentless strokes. Her thighs started to shake around his shoulders. Her breathing turned into desperate little pants.
“Please—I’m so close—Daddy, please let me move, please—”
“Okay, little baker, you have my permission to move and come,” he growled against her. “Let Daddy taste you on his tongue.”
She shattered with a sharp cry of his name, her walls clamping down around his fingers as she came hard. He groaned against her, licking her through every pulse, every lurch, every shudder, drawing out her pleasure until she turned into a whimpering and oversensitive mess beneath his mouth.
Even then, he didn’t stop completely. He gentled his touch, pressing soft, soothing kisses to her swollen folds while she came down, trembling and gasping for air. He couldn’t get enough of her.
When he finally lifted his head, Junie looked completely wrecked. Her cheeks wore a beautiful flush, lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure, panting, exhausted. She reached for him with shaky hands.
He crawled up her body and gathered her close, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue. Inside his jeans, his cock throbbed against her thigh, but he made no move to take more. Not today.
“Take me,” she whispered, her voice still hoarse.
“Not this time,” he murmured against her lips, even as his body screamed at him to sink inside her. “You’ve had enough for one day, Cupcake. Let Daddy hold you.”
She curled into his chest with a soft, contented sigh. Her fingers traced lazy circles over his heart through the slits between the buttons on his shirt. She fit against him like she belonged there. Like she’d always belonged there.
Pressing his face into her hair, he breathed her in. Her warm, sleepy scent settled him. The last thing he’d meant was for things to go this far… but damn if he didn’t want to keep her right here forever.
He pulled her tighter into his arms and tucked her against his chest with Nibbles wedged between them.
“Sleep, little baker,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. “Daddy’s got you.”