Total pages in book: 220
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1064(@200wpm)___ 851(@250wpm)___ 709(@300wpm)
And it was a fabulous plan…now we just needed to get them naked and turned on and the rest would be incredible.
Fingers crossed.
Chapter 19
Ian
“It went perfectly.” Bishop nearly whirled me around the foyer as he beamed. “No drama from Eli, and Wesley and Archer were both relaxed and happy.”
Laughing, I hugged him back as he set me down. “I’m glad.”
He’d tried to hide it, but Bishop had been nervous all week about meeting Archer in person for the first time and just the photo shoot. Seeing the weight lifted from his shoulders made me realize I probably should’ve called Cohen earlier and made sure he knew Bishop was worried.
Wait.
Would that be overstepping?
Pushing the random thoughts to the back of my head, I gave him a quick peck before curling into him. “Did you get enough dinner?”
They’d met for an early meal, but I wasn’t sure how he was feeling. Bishop chuckled and kissed my head. “Are you trying to take care of your Daddy or are you trying to wiggle out dessert?”
Both.
I pulled back, giving him my best wide-eyed expression. “I wanted to take care of my Daddy.”
He laughed, but his eyes twinkled with something sweeter as he kissed my forehead. “That’s the perfect answer to deserve ice cream.”
Feeling bouncy at the mention of the ice cream he’d brought over the other night, I was pleased I could nod. “And I didn’t eat it, so it’s still there.”
It’d been a close call several times, but the dessert had survived unscathed.
“Even better.” This time he leaned down and gave me a slow, tender kiss, nibbling at my lips before reluctantly pulling away. “Is this an ice cream and little night or an ice cream and date night?”
Oh.
That was a hard question.
As I thought about it and tried not to squirm, because I wasn’t sure if there was a right answer or not, Daddy chuckled. “That’s my answer then. Ice cream and little time.”
I gave up trying to hide my nervous wiggles. “Is that okay?”
Logically I knew he was going to say yes, since Bishop liked being my Daddy, but it still felt like I was asking him over and then expecting him to work.
He raised one eyebrow and gave me a very stern Daddy look. “What did I say would happen if you asked that question again?”
What did he say?
Ohhh.
Licking my lips as the rest of me went still, I couldn’t decide if I was going to panic or orgasm. It was a close call, honestly. Stern Daddy Bishop was sexy even if I didn’t want him frustrated with me.
I managed to swallow and not pout, though. “I…you said we would have to talk about punishments if I kept putting myself down…because…because being with me wasn’t a chore.”
Shoot.
How did I keep forgetting that?
“Come on, cutie.” Giving me a very concerned Daddy look, he took my hand and slowly walked me into the living room.
When he was on the couch and I was perched on his lap, finally pouting, he wrapped his arms around me. “Now, the first thing I want to make sure we’re both clear on is that I like taking care of you.”
I got a kiss on the cheek as I nodded, trying not to look frustrated at myself. “I remember.”
Most of the time.
Peeking over at him, I shrugged. “I didn’t even realize that’s what I was saying.”
He nodded slowly, reaching up to stroke a hand over my head. “We’re going to make sure you remember it, though.”
Bishop thought spankings should be a funishment, so I knew he wasn’t going to put me over his lap…but I didn’t know what he was going to do as my punishment.
But a spanking would’ve been so much better…and an orgasm would help me remember to be good.
Right?
I really wanted to go over his lap, but I was beginning to feel pouty and little and that wasn’t spanking time.
Shoot.
“I’ll remember, Daddy.” I’d try. “I’ll be good.”
“I know you want to be good and remember, so I’m going to help.” As I slouched over and stuck my lower lip out, Daddy kissed my head again. “You’re going to go stand in the corner until you can think of five good things about yourself or why I like coming over to be your Daddy.”
Oh, couldn’t he have just made me write lines?
“Daddy…” I tried to give him puppy dog eyes and get out of it, but being a switch seemed to make Daddy immune to it and he shook his head.
“No whining.” He gave me a hug, then pointed to the far corner. “I’m going to go get started on our desserts while you go think, so don’t pout too long.”
Oh, that was mean.
If I wasn’t good, my ice cream would melt.
He was such a mean Daddy.
I didn’t stomp all the way to the corner, but I walked mad so Daddy would know holding my ice cream hostage was not nice.