He could spank me to make sure I learned my lesson.
Yes. That could work.
“Stop looking at me like that.” His glare got sexier and I lost the battle with my wiggles. “If I have to stop teasing your Little side, you can’t look at me like you’re ready to throw me down naked on the bed.”
“I’m not going to promise that.” Lying to Daddy would be wrong. “But how about I promise to imagine being thrown down face-first so you can spank me?”
That seemed fair.
Oh.
That was also the very moment one of the waiters walked by.
Oops.
Of course it couldn’t be our waiter, so we weren’t going to get food or even refills, but he did look down his nose at Daddy holding my hand. “You’re actually on a date?”
Huh?
The man was so weird. I looked at Daddy after a quick once-over of the waiter. “I think he’s maybe a relative?”
As the man glanced between us, Daddy nodded. “I can see the family resemblance. He reminds me a bit of Axel.”
The attitude-laden waiter rolled his eyes. “I’ll get Shelly.”
Who was Shelly?
Before I could ask Daddy who he thought our server had been, the asshole called out. “Hey, Shelly. They’re not lost.”
Good grief.
Daddy just glared. “I think we should go get deep-dish.”
“We’re going to go get Little Ceasars and watch a movie.” Dinners out were very overrated. “I want breadsticks too.”
“Deal.” Daddy stood, helping me out of the other side of the booth. “And we’re going someplace with less personality on our next date.”
“I have enough personality to make up for it.” I’d needed to hide it for so long it just kept jumping out now that I was an adult. “But no being naughty. I need to have that limits conversation before you distract me.”
Shrugging, Daddy ignored the way the waiter started sputtering. “I’m in charge, so I make the rules.”
As long as I got to help make him come and we ironed out when I was going to get my spanking, I wasn’t going to argue with him.
“Let me hear about those rules of yours.”
The more sex we talked about the more likely I was to actually get it.
Fingers crossed.
Chapter Nine
Knightly
“Yes.” My little firecracker shoved his hands under his thighs and rocked back and forth. “I would like to try that too. Being tied up doesn’t sound scary. I’m just not supposed to do that with anyone who might be a serial killer. It’s been hard to tell who I can trust lately, so I haven’t done anything like that.”
With the guys he seemed to have been dating lately, I could understand that decision. “First of all, I’m glad you don’t think I’m a serial killer. Second, you are too wiggly to keep sitting at the table. Do you want to go on a walk or go stretch out on your bed?”
What kind of exercise did he need?
