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“Well, I might, so I’m going to whip us up something.”

“With what?” I asked, knowing my refrigerator was actually pretty bare at the moment. I didn’t keep much since I lived alone and tended to eat the same few things for ease. Who wanted to make a big to-do about meals when they lived alone?

Not me.

“With the groceries I got delivered. Don’t worry your pretty little head. Daddy will take care of everything.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied, not even surprised that he’d managed to do a grocery order, as well. “But you should be careful, I could get used to being taken care of like this.”

“That’s one of my many goals. Enjoy your show, I’ll let you know when lunch is ready.”

CHAPTER 14

LENNON

The days I spent with Zoe were fucking amazing and I enjoyed every second of them, whether lying in bed watching old sitcoms, or making her come in any way I could think of. She seemed to be enjoying herself, too.

Except when I did something she didn’t expect and threw her completely off- kilter. Those might have been my favorite moments. That, and when she was so satiated that she was a submissive pile of goo. It was a toss-up as to which I preferred more.

After two days of ‘Daddy Lessons’ and lazing around her place, I figured it was time to change things up a bit. I woke her slowly with my mouth on her sweet pussy, bringing her gently to the precipice and then letting her fall.

“Good morning, little Picasso.”

“Morning Daddy.” She stretched. “What did I do to deserve that wonderful wake- up call?”

“Nothing. I just wanted the taste of you on my tongue.”

She blushed and threw her arm over her eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your naughty talk.”

“That’s okay. I love to see your cheeks all pink and flushed. Both sets.” I leaned over and bit her thigh, hard.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Lesson Six: Daddy doesn’t need a reason for the things he does. Now let’s get showered. We have a big day ahead of us.”

“We do?”

“Yep. We need to get breakfast eaten, then you will do your hour of painting, and we’ll spend the rest of the day out and about.”

“We could skip the hour. I’m pretty much done with that project, anyway.”

“Nope. No skipping. If you finish that one, you can move on to something new.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She sighed.

I could tell she was getting frustrated and bored with the paint-by-number and was anxious to get it over with, but at the same time I think she knew when she finished it she was going to need to make a choice about what to do next. I hoped that she would choose to try her own piece, but there was a second paint-by-number available if she chose to go that route. I would not push her either way. I wanted it to be her decision. It had to be in order for it to be as beneficial as I intended.

After a quick shower and a light breakfast, I got her settled in at the dining room table while I hopped onto my laptop to check out a couple of things, then I joined her at my spot on the wall. I didn’t have a laid-out plan for what I was doing, but I was enjoying myself, and really liked how it was turning out. Even if Zoe had originally been a little taken aback by the idea of having an erotic scene on her wall, she seemed to be coming around. I would even caution to say she was beginning to like it. And it was more sensual than erotic to anyone who didn’t know us on a more intimate level.

“Done,” Zoe announced.

Raising my eyebrows, I turned to examine her work. The paint-by-number of the Mona Lisa had taken her several days to finish and rivaled the original. At least in my opinion.

“I love it. What are you working on next?”

“Can’t we just call it a win for the day? I don’t know what I want to do next.”

“Zoe, I am not budging on this. One hour. No excuses.”

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