Page 231 of Wild Mustang Security Firm

Avery took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. “Not wasted. We just needed to be ready for each other.”

“Do you think you’re ready for Daddy?”

“I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life. But can we talk about the bullfighting?”

“Arguing, Avery. Did I not get through to you earlier?”

“No, you got through. I’m sorry. Are you going to continue to rodeo?”

“On a far more limited basis. When I do, you can come with me, but you will stay away from the rough stock or I’ll take my belt to you and you’ll find sitting down very uncomfortable.”

“Fine,” she said sullenly. “But just so you know, this is so arbitrary.”

“Watch the tone, little girl.”

She shivered. “This is so unfair. Do you have any idea what you do to me when you call me little girl in that tone of voice?”

Thom slipped his hand back between her legs and slid two fingers into her wet heat. Avery began to breathe quickly and unevenly—the sound confirming what his fingers felt plunging into her honey as her sheath pulsed around them. “I’m starting to figure it out. Rule six, you will always tell Daddy when he does something you like or don’t like.”

“You want to talk rules right now?” she groaned.

He stroked her with his fingers just to hear her groan like that again. “Rule seven, you will tell Daddy whenever you are aroused. Rule eight, only Daddy can touch or play with your princess parts. Rule nine, you will always sleep naked with me and will only wear panties that Daddy has given you when he tells you he wants you to. I like the idea that I can get to you easily to punish or pleasure you. Rule ten, you will not argue with Daddy. While I will happily listen to your opinions and differing points of view if you’re being respectful, if you try acting like a brat, there will be no negotiating. Rule eleven, no dangerous activities; that means bullfighting or anything else you can think of that could get you badly hurt or killed. Rule twelve, you will take care of yourself in all ways—eating right, getting enough sleep, drinking enough water, no negative self-talk, etc.”

“Jesus…”

“Avery…” he warned.

“Shit! Shoot! Sorry!”

“You sure you don’t need that soaped mouth?”

“Yes, Sir, I’m sure. I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better, but that’s going to be hard for me. I’m not sure, but it wouldn’t surprise me if my first word was a curse word.”

“And now you’re an adult. I’ll cut you a little slack but not for long.”

Avery guided his hand back between her legs and moaned when he tugged and then pinched her clit.

“About rule seven…” she purred.

Thom laughed. “I take it you’d like me to scratch that itch for you?”

“Very much so. Would Daddy like his kitten to pleasure him with her mouth until he’s leaking his cream?”

She licked her lips and it became all Thom could do not to throw her over the back of the couch, mount her from behind, and hammer her pussy until she was screaming and had come for him several times.

“There will come a day when I want nothing better, but right now, I think you need to go get naked in bed. I can feel my phone vibrating. I need to check who it is, but then Daddy will come join his kitten and see if he can’t make her yowl like the alley cat she professes to be.”

Avery laughed and stripped off her t-shirt and bra, flinging them onto his head and running naked back toward her room. He removed her clothing, noting the size of her bra for future reference. Digging his phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the screen and swore.

“I heard that,” Avery called back down the hall.

“Daddy’s prerogative,” he called back.

“Arbitrary!”

His spanking hand already itching, Thom dialed back the last person to call. “Unless there’s about to be a nuclear holocaust, it will have to wait until tomorrow,” he growled as a greeting.

“Nice to talk to you too,” came Noah’s voice from the other side of the world.

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