Page 15 of Cookies and Control

My fantasy swan dives. The confidence from before withers under his stern gaze. Maybe what happened at the club was simply about the contract after all?

I turn and flee upstairs, cheeks burning. The naughty thoughts that it would be my lower cheeks after a playful spanking feel shameful. Stupid, stupid girl. I’m still just the kid they need to protect.

Stubbing my toe on a step, I stop and rub the pain away. I take the hint. Don’t run from the pain. Face it head on.

We’re going to talk alright.

I spin around, parade myself down the stairs, slipping past a stunned Rocky, and straddle the arm of an oversized chair so that I’m spread shamelessly in front of Bull. “What would you like to talk about, Daddy? The fact that it’s Rocky’s turn?”

Rocky chokes this time. Bull cuts in. “Put proper clothes on and stop calling me that.”

Am I too old to be spanked? It’s worth a shot. “Fine, Dad.” I shift my attention to Rocky. “Would you like to be my Daddy?”

“Knock it off, right now, young lady.” He’s so firm, but it’s the wrong kind.

I want him to be all growly bear in a different way. And I have an idea… “Tell me why you buried your face between my legs. Why you kissed me. Why you grinded yourself against me, making a mess of all of us. Publicly. And now, in the privacy of our home, you’re afraid of a pair of panties.”

“I snapped,” Bull barks out, then leans forward, elbows on knees, his face in his hands. Softer, he says, “I’m not proud of that. I’d been trying to figure out how to uphold the contract, and then I saw you… I should have controlled myself. Found another way.”

Urgh! He snapped. Why couldn’t he stay broken? I scoff. “I’m disappointed that Laz considered that enough. Technically, no one put a penis in me yet.”

Bull looks up, his face reddened, a vein throbbing in his temple.

I’m fired up. Is this how Jasmine feels when she gets going? I keep my energy high. “Okay,technically, you did a tiny bit for like one thrust.”

“And that was too much. Our relatives wouldn’t understand. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m taking advantage of you.”

Rocky tries to interject, but Bull cuts him off with a sharp gesture. “Not now, Rocky.”

I tilt my head, studying Bull. “It’s interesting that you’re already thinking in terms of telling the family we’re together.” I lean in, my voice steady. “I just want to get fucked. Is that so hard to understand?”

Bull recoils. “Language!”

“What? You can go down on me in front of a crowd, but I can’t sayfuck?” My bravado is giving me wings.

Rocky paces behind the couch. “Bull, maybe we should listen—”

“Stay out of this, Rocky,” Bull snaps, his gaze locked onto me. “This is about what’s right.”

I laugh, a bit maniacally. “What’s right? You think pretending last night didn’t happen is right? I’d bet the people watching thought it looked pretty right, Daddy.”

Bull’s jaw clenches. “It can’t happen again. Not with me. Not with Rocky.”

My voice shakes with frustration. “Why not, Bull?” I emphasize his name. “Because you’re my stepdad? Or because you’re scared?”

He looks away, his silence speaking volumes. I turn to Rocky, pleading. “Rocky, talk to him. Make him see reason.”

Rocky stops pacing, his expression torn. “We could do this. We’re home. No one would know.”

“And then what?”

“We don’t have to know that yet.”

Does he share the wild ideas about what the three of us could do? He has Bull talking.

Rather than add to the verbal argument, I get a different idea. “I’m going to make coffee. Anyone want a cup?”

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