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“I thought so.”
“Can we have sex?” I blurted out the question.
“Yes, but not now. Let’s go help Luke.” Elias slid me off his lap, then got to his feet.
I traced a finger down the front of his shirt all the way to the waistband of his jeans, dipping lower, skating across his cock, before settling my hands on each of his hips. He swallowed hard, affixing me in my place with a stare that was equal parts aroused and annoyed.
“Do you need a spanking before we eat? You agreed not to poke me, sweetheart.”
“I agreed not to poke Luke.”
“Cheeky little brat.” He swatted my ass several times in a row, hard enough for me to rise up on my tiptoes. “First rule between us. If you poke me, sweetheart, you’ll get a reaction. Right?”
“I understand, Sir.” I smirked, lightly brushing my entire body along the front of his.
“Quit teasing me. If you keep it up, it’s not going to end well for you.”
“I think it will end veryverywell for me if I. Keep. It. Up.” I emphasized the last few words while wagging my eyebrows.
Elias bit down on his lip, as if contemplating exactly what to do with me. The thought thrilled me. He wasted no time in bending me over the dining table, arranging my arms over my head, my legs far enough apart to cause my ass to pop up in the air. Several smarting blows bounced off either side of my bottom cheeks. Pushing into the table, I shifted slightly as he rained his palm down. He lowered my sweatpants to my thighs and pressed his mouth to my ear.
“If these fall down, Emma? I’ll claim your ass right here. Right now. Do not let your pants hit the floor.”
Whimpering, but ridiculously aroused, it took me a full thirty seconds to reply. “Ye-yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
Elias returned his attention to punishing my butt. A multitude of spanks landed, each one more intense than the previous. He kneaded his fingers into my ass cheeks harder than he had before, squeezing each one and releasing it.
“What do you have to say for yourself, Emma?”
“I’m so sorry for teasing you, Daddy.”
“I expect honesty from you. Do you want to reword your apology, sweetheart?”
Elias figuring out there was more to my statement offered me a glimpse into the bigger picture. He was paying attention to the things I’d left unspoken.
“I enjoyed teasing you, but I am sorry for being impatient. I wanted a reaction.”
“Good girl.” He returned the sweatpants to my waist, smoothing his hands down my burning globes. “When you want something, sweetheart, how about you ask instead of poking?”
“Don’t you do the same?” His hand returned to my waistband, but I spun my body around. “Wait! I’m not saying it to be mean, Daddy. I’m serious.”
“Explain.”
“If I knew how to ask, I would just do it.” My lower lip trembled. “I haven’t been in the sort of environment where my asking ever resulted in a positive answer.”
“You can respectfully ask me questions.” Elias wrapped his arms around me. “To your point, yes, asking instead of poking is something I’m working on.” He smiled warmly. “As long as it’s within my ability to grant it, I will do my best to give you whatever you ask for.”
“Thank you.” I let out a long sigh. “Can you please carry me into the kitchen?”
“Yes, sweetheart.” Lifting me effortlessly, Elias pulled me against his chest, and I looped one arm around his neck.
“Thank you.” Blinking back sudden tears, I dropped my chin to my chest.
“Are you in pain?”
“No, Daddy, I just really like this.”
