Page 53 of Who's Your Daddy

Hmm.

“I’d need a playroom.” I shrugged. “I’d have to.”

“Yep.” Daddy kissed my nose that time. “And you’d need an office space. You can’t work at the dining room table all the time even if I don’t use it much.”

I’d seen another big table in the corner of his kitchen by the doorway, so that was okay. I could eat anywhere as long as I didn’t have to do it standing up. “You’d need a big Daddy chair too. You don’t have one.”

“You’re right.” He kissed my other cheek to make me balanced as his hand moved me closer to the bed. “What else do I need?”

“Toys for the playroom.” That was the best place to start because it’d be fun. “Baking stuff in the kitchen? You don’t seem like you bake.”

“No, but I can make a fabulous lasagna, American or the European kind.”

What?

“There’s more than one kind?” Somehow my leg missed the bed as I tried to climb up and I almost hit the floor…but Daddy was fast. “Thank you. There’s more than one kind?”

Daddy looked very proud of himself. “It seems like I’m smart about some unexpected things.”

“Why is there more than one? How did that happen? Why would we need two?” I could’ve kept going—it was confusing—but Daddy picked me up and put me on the bed. “Wait.”

“No.” Moving me around, he stretched me out over his lap. “We’ll have the lasagna discussion later and then we can talk about the different types of pasta in the store. For someone who loves noodles so much, you only have the cheapest crap kind.”

“It’s all dried wheat. There can’t be a difference.” Was there? “It can’t be different. It’s not like cookies.”

His puff of laughter was very self-righteous…and very sexy.

“Damn it. Don’t make me orgasm before I figure out the flour.” He was as dramatic as Leander but he was more devious.

Was that the difference between Doms and subs?

“I’m not going to agree to that because there is a very tempting tushy in front of me that needs to be made even prettier.” Daddy sounded very Daddy and made a silly, pleased sound when I started to grumble. “Coloring makes everything better.”

I had every intention of telling him to stop being cute so I didn’t end up little, but he smacked my bottom.

“Oh, that’s so pretty…and listen to that happy sound. You’re being such a good boy for Daddy.” He was being so naughty…but he was rubbing my bottom…so I decided to tell him he was naughty later. “Let’s make that bottom even prettier.”

Moaning as he spanked my other cheek, I pressed my face into the bed as the warm heat moved slowly through me like a wave.

Daddy was really good at taking directions.

Probably because he was so planner smart.

“Oh yes, that’s such a cute tushy.” He was kind of evil, though. “Do you like our game, sweet boy?”

How he could be so naughty and sound like a happy Disney character, I had no idea.

But I liked it.

And he knew it.

Ugh.

“Yes, Daddy.” No, Enzo. I was going to fix it but he spanked me again. “Daddy…”

“Yes, that’s my good boy.” Daddy ran his spanking hand over my bottom and he used his other hand to stroke my head. “So relaxed and so sweet.”

I liked being Daddy’s good boy…but I really liked my spanking.

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