I stroke her bottom with my fingers, eventually letting my pointer trail down her crack, grinning when she clenches her butt cheeks.
“Daddy…”
“Ah, so maybe there are some things not on your list?”
“Definitely.”
“But I’m suggesting it,” I tease her.
She reaches back to grab my wrist. “Apparently, not everything you suggest goes onto my list.”
I can’t stop grinning. She’s so fucking adorable, and I love teasing her. Eventually, there will come a time when she not only lets me into her tight rosebud but enjoys it and begs for it. But she’s not there yet.
I slide my hand around to her breast and stroke the soft skin.
She slowly relaxes. “So, that’s it? You’ll leave my butt alone since I said so?”
“Not even close, naughty girl. But I will wait until you’re ready. I’ll never do anything until I’m certain you’ll enjoy it. Which reminds me, I think I’ll order a chastity belt today.”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s silly.”
I lift a brow. “Is it?”
“People don’t wear chastity belts. They probably don’t even make such a thing. They’re like a medieval torture device or something.”
I laugh. “I assure you they are very real, and there are dozens of designs meant to drive people to distraction.”
“But they’re meant to protect a woman’s virginity, and mine is no longer intact,” she points out haughtily.
“Sweetheart… You’re grasping at straws. Just admit that you’re curious and titillated by the idea of one. The thought of being locked into a device that keeps you from touching yourself turns you on.”
She sighs heavily. “Fine.”
“And you’ll be even more deliciously embarrassed when I spank you in front of your friends and they see that your cunt is under lock and key.”
Groaning, she drops her forehead onto my shoulder. “Stop.”
I chuckle again, shaking both of us. This is fun. “I know you aren’t going to rattle off your list of kinky things you’d like to try, so I’ll just have to guess until I discover them.”
“That could take all night,” she mutters.
“Sassy girl. Tsk tsk. I’m not going to pull out a pad of paper and pencil right this second. I’ll start throwing out ideas at random times of the day and night, shocking you until I’ve created a long list of dos and don’ts.”
She snuggles into me.
I rub her back. “Speaking of day and night, it’s the middle of the day, and we never had lunch. I need to feed you.”
She tips her head back and looks into my eyes for long seconds. “How did I get so unlucky and lucky in the same week?”
She’s referring to the murder of her father, which preceded her luck, and I hate that his death is what brought us together. It will forever be a cloud at the beginning of our relationship. But at the same time, I’m so fucking grateful for his nudge in the letter he left me. Without that, I might have never pursued Autumn.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Autumn
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I’m trying to distract myself from my wandering thoughts this afternoon by sitting at the kitchen table, filling in the intricate spaces on a very elaborate adult coloring page. I love that Daddy bought me art supplies but didn’t dumb them all down to the point that I’m forced to use crayons on toddler designs every time I want to relax.
