Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Elizabeth let out a long moan as the vibrations seemed to go straight to her clit. As soon as the next spank came, she lifted her head off the bed. “Daddy…” She didn’t know what she wanted to say. He’d been right. She was aroused again. Or she’d never fully been less aroused.
“Spread your legs, Bunny.”
She was trembling as she did what he asked, exposing her pussy to the room while heightening every sensation.
His swats grew stronger and farther apart, giving her just enough time to rein in her need before he delivered another. When he suddenly stopped spanking her to thrust his fingers between her legs and into her pussy, that unexpected third orgasm she’d insisted couldn’t happen washed through her, shaking her to the core.
She couldn’t catch her breath as he used his fingers to keep the waves of pleasure going for several more seconds. “That’s my girl. Let it feel good.”
She was shocked, a bit embarrassed. She couldn’t lift her face to meet his gaze yet.
He must have read her mind because when he removed his hand, he climbed over her and pulled her into his arms. He rocked her gently against his chest, praising her. “Such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. Breathe for me, Bunny. You did great.”
She was trembling. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she whispered.
“I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “I kind of suspected.”
“Will it always be like that?” She finally found the courage to lean back and look at him.
“I don’t know. Probably not if you need a naughty-girl spanking. I won’t let you come after one of those.”
Her eyes widened. “How can you keep me from coming?”
He gave her a slow grin. “Oh, Bunny, I can.” He didn’t answer her question, but he was beyond confident about his statement.
After a few minutes, he kissed her. “I need to feed you. I promised you dinner. So far all I’ve done is ravage you.”
“I’m not sorry. This was better than dinner. Now we’ve built up an appetite.” She grinned. “You didn’t show me the nursery yet though, Daddy. Can I see it?”
He patted her bottom. “After dinner, Little one. Let’s get some nourishment before I add to your firsts.”
“Okay, but you promise you’ll show me after?”
“Promise.” He slid off the end of the bed and headed for his dresser as she pushed to sitting and eased her legs over the side of the bed.
When he returned, he held up a T-shirt. “Arms up, Bunny.”
She lifted them to let him pull the T-shirt over her head. “What about the shorts and shirt you gave me earlier?”
“Things changed,” he teased.
“What things?” she tossed back, loving the banter.
He pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and then lifted her off the bed to set her on her feet. He reached under the hem of her shirt to rub her sore bottom. “I gave you those clothes before I knew I was going to want to be able to see your naked bottom several times this evening so I can make sure it’s not bruising and so I can check to see if your pussy is wet about a dozen times.”
She gasped. “Daddy!”
He laughed. “I love it when you get all flustered. Now, come on. We’re heading for the kitchen. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars.”
She giggled. “I forgot you wanted to play Monopoly.”
Chapter Eight
Elizabeth looked around the kitchen. Tom had firmly directed her to a seat at the round wooden table. “I could help?” she offered again.
“You’ve cooked all day,” he reminded her. “It’s my turn. Besides, it’s almost ready.”
“Okay.” Deciding to make the most of her sitting time, Elizabeth eased her bare feet up onto a nearby chair and groaned in delight.
“It feels good to put your feet up, doesn’t it? I’m sure you’re dashing around as much as I am all day.”
“Yes, but even worse is standing in one place. I did buy myself one of those padded kitchen mats. It’s at my favorite spot in the kitchen,” she shared.
“Smart. And good shoes are a must. I go through a bunch out in the field.”
Tom carried a plate of fresh vegetables to the table, along with diced chicken, tortillas, and salsa. “I hope you like tacos or even taco salad.”
“Is there someone who doesn’t like tacos?” she asked, suddenly ravenous.
“Probably. They’re not allowed in my house,” he joked, holding out the plate of warmed tortillas.
Elizabeth took one and helped herself to the fixings he’d prepared. Popping one bit of vine-ripe tomato in her mouth, she chewed with pleasure. “You can definitely tell what’s fresh. These have so much more flavor.”
“Try some salsa. My mom makes a ton each year so we can all enjoy it.”
Elizabeth poured a bit onto her taco and topped it with cheese. Lifting the treat, she saluted Tom with it before tilting her head to take a bite. “Yum. This is the best thing ever.”