Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“I can’t sit on your lap. I’ll hurt you.”
“You most definitely can, and you won’t. I’ll spend the next two weeks at the gym doing squats and leg presses to bulk up if I look that wimpy.”
“Oh, no! I didn’t mean that. It’s just that I’m not a thin person. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Trust Daddy,” he requested, scooping her up easily to set her on his lap. “Are you uncomfortable? Because I love having you this close.”
“No.” She paused before asking, “Should I call you Daddy?”
“I’d love for you to do that. How about if you start when we’re alone?”
“Okay… Daddy.”
“That’s my Precious Girl. Just so you know, I am not uncomfortable at all. I love having you close to me,” Deke assured her.
“I like it, too.”
Deke leaned in to kiss her lips softly before deepening their exchange. By the time he lifted his mouth from hers, they were both breathing hard. “What time can I come pick you up tomorrow morning?” he asked.
“If we’re going to have a picnic, should you come about ten or eleven?”
“I can. Then can you spend the rest of the day with me?”
“I’d love that,” she said with a smile.
“Then I will be here at ten. We’ll go play at the park and have lunch out. Then maybe you’d like to come see my house.”
“And the nursery?” she asked.
“That’s where I need some help. I got a bunch of color swatches and I’m not sure how to paint the area. Would you come tell me what you think? It’s important to me that you’re delighted with the finished project.”
“If I get scared, can we leave?” she asked.
“Of course. I always want you to tell me when you’re scared.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
Before she could open her mouth to ask him if Deke would like to see the rest of her apartment, Maya yawned widely. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re tired, Little girl. You should be in bed after working all day. How about if you go take a shower and put on your nightie now? I’ll tuck you in bed before I leave.”
“Oh!” Her mind raced as she considered how intimate him seeing her in her nightie was. Could she be that brave?
“I thought you might need a good-girl spanking.”
“A spanking?” She stared at him in horror.
“A good-girl one.”
“What’s the difference between getting a spanking when you’re good and when you’re bad?” she asked, fascinated.
“A bad-girl spanking is a punishment. You won’t sit comfortably for several hours and will feel the swats the next day. A good-girl spanking is a reward. You’ll feel the sting of my hand on your bottom, but you’ll be rewarded when your stress ebbs. There usually is a reward when you’re good.”
“A reward?” She felt like an idiot just parroting back a few words of his explanations, but she really didn’t know.
“You’ve read some age-play novels?” he asked. “What reward do good girls get?”
“Maybe they get to have a treat or play a fun game. That doesn’t make sense right before I go to bed.”
Maya forced herself to concentrate. What could be a reward that one of the Daddies gave his Little? Her gaze shot upward to meet his knowing gaze.
“An orgasm?” she squeaked.
“That would be a good reward, wouldn’t it?”
“I’m not sure I can have one.”
“Are you a virgin, Maya?”
“My mother would kill me, but no. I had a torrid affair with a young man when I first moved into my apartment.”
“Torrid, huh? How long did it last?”
“Oh, just that one night. He had to go home the next day,” Maya explained.
“He lived out of town?”
“No, just down the street. He was here doing laundry because the machines in his apartment complex were broken. I was secretly glad he didn’t call again. He was horrified to find out I was a virgin. That was way too much responsibility for him.”
“He’s a total jerk. Did you get tested after that?”
“Tested? You mean for a sexually transmitted disease?” Maya asked.
“Yes.”
“I did. I’m not that naïve. Everything was fine.”
“I’m glad. I’ve been tested, too.”
“I’d like to take things slowly. Could I have my spanking tomorrow?” she asked and nervously bit her bottom lip.
“Of course. Go shower and put on your nightie. When you’re ready for me to tuck you in, call for me.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Chapter Six
Deke was at Maya’s door ten minutes early the next morning. Tucking her into bed the night before and leaving had been one of the hardest things he’d ever done.
She hadn’t been ready for more, and he would totally respect her need to take things slowly. She may have had what she called a “torrid affair” with some guy who couldn’t even man up and call her again afterward, but as far as Deke was concerned, his Little girl was about as innocent as a woman could get.