Page 35 of Daddy's Rule

I lifted my head. “Can I have a tissue, please?”

Bas looked around for a second before reaching behind his head and pulling off his soft t-shirt.

“I’m not going to blow my nose in your shirt!” I gasped. No way.

“Well, I’m not getting up and neither are you, so looks like you don’t have a choice.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he held the shirt up to my face. “Think of it as a handkerchief.”

“A really expensive one,” I grumbled, but realized I didn’t have any other option. I tried to take the shirt, but he stopped me.

“Let Daddy help you.”

How could I argue with that? After a sigh of resolution, I leaned forward and blew my nose.

“Good girl,” Bas cooed as he kissed the crown of my head. He used another part of the shirt to wipe my tears before tossing it onto the coffee table and wrapping me in his warm embrace.

We were now skin to skin and it felt amazing. I wanted more. Needed more. I dragged my fingernail in a figure eight pattern over his pecs before turning into him and kissing his skin.

“What are you doing, naughty girl?” His voice was thick with lust and I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

Instead of answering him with words, I slipped my hand between us and went straight for the impressive erection that had been poking me in the side since I’d been thrown over his lap.

“Whoa!” He grabbed my wrist. “None of that tonight.”

I hadn’t expected that, and it knocked me down more than a few pegs.

“You’re serious?” I sat up and stared at him, letting the shock show all over my face.

“Dead serious. Naughty girls don’t get Daddy’s cock after a punishment. They get to go to sleep aching with need.”

“Doesn’t that punish you, too?” I asked trying to play to his baser needs.

“I’ll manage,” he answered cryptically, and pulled me back into his chest.

I wanted to push away, stomp off to bed in a snit, but I knew he’d never let me do that. He’d make me talk to him and I didn’t trust myself to say things I hadn’t fully processed yet. Plus, I was embarrassed. I’d talked myself into the fact that there was more to this arrangement, that we were going to come out of it as a couple, the way we should have ended up in college had I not been so afraid of my own feelings, but maybe I was wrong.

“What’s in that brain of yours, little girl?” Bas asked.

I avoided the question altogether. “When can I take this plug out?”

“Right before bed, but don’t be surprised if I put another one in tomorrow. Apparently, you like to forget how things work around here.”

“But only for a few more days, right?” I asked before I was able to censor myself.

“We have the Rent-A-Daddy arrangement for a few more days, yes.”

Why was he being so weird with his answers? It was like he was reading from a script or something. Was he pushing me away already? Preparing me for the end?

“I think I’m ready for bed now.” I needed to get out of his arms. I needed a few minutes alone and a good night of sleep. Maybe things would look different in the morning.

Chapter Fifteen

Nyla

"It's been two weeks," Bas announced Monday morning, setting a yellow legal pad and a pen down in front of me.

I looked up from the webpage I was updating with a frown. We had spent the weekend tiptoeing around the subject, neither of us putting our cards on the table, but I had been so confident in the outcome that I had somehow managed not to let the unknown details bother me. I was certain, or I had been, up until this very moment. I swallowed past the lump forming in the back of my throat and played dumb, not knowing what else to do.

"Two weeks for what? What's this?"

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