Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Without thinking, she reached a hand down to check, and he easily drew her fingers away. “Naughty Little Bee. Did you ask for permission to touch Daddy?”
She leaned back to blink at him uncertainly. “I… I need to ask for permission?”
“Yes.”
“But it’s only fair.” She gestured at his body. “I could…”
Anton interrupted her. “When I give you permission to touch my cock, I don’t want your motivation to be solely an obligation.”
“But I don’t mean it like that. It’s selfish for me to…”
“Come?” he asked when her voice drifted away. “It’s not ever selfish for a Little girl to receive pleasure from her Daddy. This isn’t an exchange. A Daddy’s focus is on his Little. That’s my reward.”
“Really?” she squeaked. The idea that he wanted to pleasure her and that was his reward seemed so alien to the other relationships she’d had before.
“Really, Little girl. You make the best noises when you’re excited.”
Before she could panic about what she sounded like, Anton asked a question that completely distracted her. “How did you like your pleasure spanking?”
“It was—unbelievable. I didn’t think I would react like that. How did you know?”
“Your interest when I brought up spankings, the way you clenched your thighs when we talked about it, the blush in your cheeks—there were many ways you told me what you needed without saying a word.”
Gemma laid her head on his shoulder and just absorbed him. His scent surrounded her as his powerful torso supported her body. His thighs underneath her spanked bottom felt rock hard. He’d completely rocked her world, and she never wanted to let him go.
“What time do you open the shop, Gemma?” he asked softly after a long pause.
“At nine. What time is it?” She searched the walls for a clock and finally spotted the one on the microwave. “Oh, I have to go.” Gemma scrambled off his lap and tried to put herself together.
“Little Bee. Let Daddy help.” He reached across the table to grab a handful of soft napkins.
She stood like a statue as he wiped the juices from her pink folds and upper thighs as if he did this every day. Anton scooted her panties back into position. They were dry for now, but she knew this scene would replay in her mind a million times that day. As he adjusted her full skirt over her hips, she realized there was no way her underwear could remain pristine.
With a fresh napkin, he blotted the moisture from her face and smoothed away the eyeliner smudges under her eyes. “No one will be able to tell,” he commented as he finished.
“I’ll know.”
“I will, too. That memory is emblazoned on my mind.” He leaned in and kissed her with just enough heat that she rose onto her tiptoes to get closer to him.
When he set her away from him, she looked at him, not understanding why. He pointed down the hall. “Go potty, Little girl. It’s the first door on the right. Then, it’s time for you to drive to work.”
She looked back at the clock and ran for the bathroom, suddenly needing to go. When she finished and stood at the sink to wash her hands, Gemma was amazed how good she looked. Orgasms were obviously good for her.
Anton met her at the door with her phone, keys, and a baggie containing a pancake folded in half with a piece of bacon inside. “Take time to eat,” he instructed. “Stop and breathe when you get behind the wheel. I want you to be safe.”
She hustled to the car and jumped inside. Gemma felt all jittery inside. He watched from the doorway. Pausing, she took several deep breaths and felt less shaky. After getting herself organized, Gemma started the car and backed out of the driveway. She looked back at the front porch and saw him waving with a smile.
Her lips curved up at the edges as she drove away. Damn, I feel good.
Chapter Six
By noon, Gemma had pulled herself together. Thank goodness for the distraction of a busy day. Otherwise, she would have only focused on the steamy flashbacks that ricocheted through her mind. As it was, her clients had noticed she was a bit distracted.
“Gemma? I want some of whatever you’re thinking about,” Sue teased as she waited for an answer to her question.
“What?” Gemma dragged her focus from a spot near the door. “Sorry, there’s a big sale coming up next week. I was debating whether I had enough stock on hand.”
“A big sale?” Sue said eagerly. “Davis has been after me to get some new workout clothes. I can’t ever find anything that I think looks good on me. Any suggestions?”
Gemma scanned Sue’s form quickly. She didn’t want to make the sweet woman uncomfortable. “I do have some new things coming in over the weekend for the sale. How do you feel about leggings to work out in?”