“You had a pretty good spanking last night; I want to make sure there was no bruising.”
“It’s fine.” She lay back down and covered her head.
“Well, if you won’t come out, I’ll have to come in.” I walked to the edge of the bed and peeled back the layers. “No wonder you got warm last night.”
“Patrick,” she whined.
“Kylie.” I whined back and pulled at the tucked sheet until a leg came into view. “You have your safe words; you know what to say if you want me to stop.”
She looked up at me.
“Roll over onto your tummy.” My request was met with an eye roll, but she complied, releasing the blanket and turning over.
I peeled back the blankets and stared at my little sneak. She was breathtaking. My little girl was a beautiful woman. She had strong athletic legs, but they were slim and shapely. Her bottom, still rosy from last night’s ministrations, bore the faintest hint of my handprints, like a temporary tattoo marking her as mine. The curve of her ass was already a permanent fixture in my head. I rubbed the surface for no other reason than to feel her soft skin against my palm.
“It looks good.”
“Why thank you.” She wiggled her ass.
“I meant no bruising, you little brat.” I chuckled. She giggled, too. I ran my hand up her back and onto her shoulders. She signed and looked back at me, biting her bottom lip.
“Can Daddy have a good morning kiss?”
She rolled onto her back and reached for me. I lay down next to her and captured those lips with my own. She’d brushed her teeth; her mouth tasted of mint. I rolled my tongue around while my hands wandered. Covering and pinching her breasts. Her body arched into my touch. I kissed down her neck and across her shoulders. I captured her right nipple between my lips while palming her left breast. Her curves were all soft and her skintasted sweet. My hand continued down her body, over her hips. She spread her legs for me.
Was my little girl wet for me?
I will not be distracted.
I pulled away. Kylie chased after me. I wasn’t ready to let go, but I had an agenda for the day.
“Kylie.” I gripped her shoulders and pressed her down into the mattress. Hovering over her, she looked so tempting and sweet. She bit her lip and gave me a look that showed how much she wanted me. I wanted her too, but not now, not yet. Having her meant never letting her go. I knew that much. But knowing it wasn’t enough. There were things between us that needed to be talked about and agreed upon before we went any further.
“I think we are going beyond a good morning kiss, little sneak.” My gaze ran down her body. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath. Her flat stomach and curvy hips were too tantalizing, and her pussy was fully bare, her lips slightly swollen. My goodness, my little girl was tantalizing.
I kissed her nose, released her, and stood up.
“Clothes.” I huffed. “You need clothes quickly.”
I peeked back at her lounging on the bed. She was confident in her body and rubbed her legs together, warming up the gift she had between those shapely legs.
“Kylie.” I growled, but kept my gaze on her face. It didn’t prevent me from adjusting the bulge in my slacks. I turned and opened the top drawer in the wooden dresser. Bingo. Bra and panty matching sets. I picked out a cute pink and white cotton one with lace trim. “How about these?”
Kylie shifted to the end of the bed and sat with one knee drawn up, chin resting on it, wearing the most adorable, innocent expression. I found myself on my knees in front of her, and she left nothing to my imagination.
I concentrated on one body part at a time. One foot in the leg holes of her panties, followed by the other.
“Hey.”
With a flip to her back, I covered her precious parts with her panties and allowed the oxygen to return to my lungs. The top was a sports bra type garment I placed over her head. She slid her hands into the armholes. Once covered, I grabbed her hand and walked her to the closet.
“What would you like to wear today?” I stared down at her. She had a limited wardrobe. It consisted mostly of work clothes and a few polos, jackets, and slacks with the Quad logo gleaming in gold. She didn’t have any little clothes. We would have to change that, and fast.
She looked equally frustrated.
“How about jeans?” I flipped to the only pair hanging in the clothes.
“Okay.” Her voice sounded so dejected.
