Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,64
hear that cheeky laugh. To break some of the tension. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her neck.
“I want you, Mari-girl. I hope you want me too.”
“I do.”
“Thank fuck.” He kissed her, his lips soft but then the kiss grew harder, his tongue slipping between her lips. She whimpered as he drew back, staring down at her.
He cupped the side of her face with his hand. “I’m taking tomorrow off. I’ll be on call if anyone needs me. But I want to spend some time with you. We can talk about your rules. Your expectations and mine. I want you to think about what you might want or need from me. It isn’t just about play or discipline. I can help you in other ways. If there’s something you’re struggling with or worried about. For tonight, I want us just to get comfortable with each other. We’ll bundle up on the sofa and watch some television before bed. But I do want you in my bed.”
He felt her tense and knew what she was thinking.
“Not for sex. Although I want that almost more than I can tell you. But because I need to hold you in my arms. I want to make sure you can sleep without having to get into the closet. All right?”
She bit her lip, looking worried.
“What is it?” he asked, rubbing his thumb along her lower lip. “You can tell me anything, teeny. If you’ve got cramps, if you feel ill or unsure or horny. Anything at all, but especially that last one.”
He winked and she laughed.
“I sleep with Princess Nana and my snuggly,” she blurted out.
“Princess Nana? Your doll? That’s an interesting name.”
“I had an obsession with bananas when I was a kid.”
“You saw her?”
“This morning, you had your thumb in your mouth and you were holding onto Princess Nana and your blanket.”
“Oh God,” she groaned.
“You looked so cute. Sleeping with your blanket and toy isn’t a problem, Mari-girl. Although I am going to have one rule about sleep time.”
“What’s that?”
He moved his finger to her thigh, drawing more patterns. Her breath left her in a whoosh.
“This morning, all you were wearing was my T-shirt. And you were on your tummy, with one leg bent and up. The T-shirt wasn’t covering you properly, so I got a good view at the curves of that delicious bottom. And also, that nice, plump pussy.”
“Oh my God, Linc!” She whacked his chest, trying to move off his lap.
Nope, he wasn’t having that. “Do not move. You’re not to get off Daddy’s lap without his permission.”
Now she gaped up at him. “I thought . . . I thought we weren’t doing anything tonight . . .”
“We aren’t. But you’re being naughty and I think you need to know some rules now. If you’re on Daddy’s lap, there’s no getting off unless he gives permission. And I don’t care where we are or who is around. Understand?”
“I understand.”
“I understand, Daddy,” he told her firmly.
“I understand, Daddy,” she repeated.
“Good girl.”
A small smile lit up her face. That was better.
“If Daddy takes hold of your hand you must not let go until he gives permission, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now, the rule for sleep time is this. You are not allowed any panties unless you’re ill or it’s that time of the month. You can wear lingerie or one of my T-shirts. Some cute pjs if you’re Little. But no panties. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“What do you call me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Very good, Mari-girl. You never did answer me earlier. Did you make yourself come while thinking about me?”
She squirmed on his lap. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy what?”
He heard her breath hitch. Oh, he would bet she was soaking through those pretty panties right now.
“Yes, Daddy, I made myself come thinking about you.”
“How would you do it?”
“What . . . what do you mean?”
“I mean did you use your fingers on your clit? Maybe twist your nipple? Were you in bed on your back? Or in the shower? Bath? Or did you use a vibrator? Another toy?”
“I don’t . . . I don’t have any toys.”
“We’ll remedy that.”
He loved the way she looked so shocked. Maybe she didn’t expect him to speak openly about sex. Or perhaps she didn’t expect he would insist she take part in the conversation. He wasn’t sure.
But he did have to remember not to push too hard and risk her running from him.
After kissing her forehead, he set her back on her chair.
He got up and grabbed their plates carrying them to the dishwasher. “See