Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
My heart enlarged at least half its size again but I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Pixie, I seem to recall the first time you saw me today, you practically split my eardrums with that scream.”
I’d not thought she could be even more beautiful, but when her cheeks flushed, I learned I’d thought wrong. She was absolutely stunning.
“Fine, if you feel the need to discuss each and every step and put them in their proper order then—”
“Oh, hell no. We’d be here all night. How about we agree that our beginning is right now?”
Her face broke out into the hugest grin. “See, Daddy! That’s how you barter. I’ll agree to that and you agree to forget about all those silly counts. Deal?”
“Good try, babygirl, but your Daddy doesn’t barter over the really important things, so—”
“Who finds spankings qualify as important?” she interrupted.
“I do and since I’m your Daddy, you do as well. So, we aren’t getting out of this tub until you tell me clearly that you want me, want this, as much as I do, and that means forever.”
“I want you and this more than I want my next breath. I never want to waste another single second of a single day being without you until I die.”
“Which will be at least a hundred years from now.”
“I promise to do my best,” she said with a smile.
“And you agree that spankings are important.”
Her eyes did three quarters of a roll but she caught herself and threw up her hands, adding some bubbles to the floor. “I hardly think encouraging me to tell a lie is the proper way to begin our life together, but if you insist—”
“Oh, I do, little girl. I absolutely insist,” I said, knowing I’d never ever get bored with this woman walking beside me for the rest of my life.
Her eyes softened as if she’d found the answer she needed. “I suppose I might earn one or two occasionally, so fine, that includes spankings. Are you happy now, Daddy?”
“There aren’t enough words in all the languages combined to state how happy I am.” I bent forward to speak against her lips again. “Why don’t I try to show you?”
“Yes, ple… wait, are yo talking about sex or spankings?”
“Both.” I wasn’t the least bit concerned she’d not find both rewarding. I slid her back and started to stand only to feel my foot slipping against the porcelain. I tightened my grip on the side of the tub and rose more cautiously. Now that I had my Little girl to love, I’d have to learn to be more careful in bubble baths–apparently, they were more slippery than showers. I stepped out onto the mat before looking down at her.
“And unless you want to draw me that picture while lying on your tummy with your ass on fire, I suggest you don’t even think about moving!”
“Uh-huh.”
I might have praised her for her instant response except that I was pretty sure I could have informed her little green men had invaded the bathroom and she would have responded the same. Don’t get me wrong, her entire attention was on me, but it wasn’t on my face. Her gaze was zeroed in on my dick.
“Livvy?”
“Hmmm?”
“The Martians have landed.”
“Then you better be prepared, Daddy.”
What did that mean?
It means she’s far quicker than you, Daddy-O.
Fine, I might have started the game, but I wasn’t so prideful I couldn’t clarify the rules.
“Why be prepared, pixie? For what exactly?”
Her gaze finally lifted. “Because the invaders always demand to be taken to the people’s god and since you’ve got the biggest, bestest trident I’ve ever seen, I believe that means you, Neptune.”
I barked out a laugh. “Don’t you ever change, and that’s Daddy Neptune to you, young lady.”
Chapter Sixteen
Livvy
Once Lincoln had dried us both off and carried me to the bed, he’d set me down as if I were as fragile as a piece of china. The shyness that had fled earlier started to come back as he smiled and then climbed into the bed and sat up against the headboard, his legs out in front of him. When he’d patted his lap, where his cock still stood rigid, I wasn’t sure whether he wanted me to drape myself over his lap or impale myself on his dick.
Evidently sensing my indecision, he didn’t make me ask for clarification. He just smiled and slid down until he was lying prone, one arm under his head, the other lifted to me.
“Come here, pixie.”
I accepted the invitation and was soon sprawled on top of him. He was at least a foot taller than me when standing, but height didn’t play into the equation when lying down. In fact, we fit together as if we’d been cut from the same master copy of a jigsaw puzzle. Otherwise how was it possible that out of the thousand pieces inside that box his piece and mine fit together so perfectly there was no question that they belonged together?