Page 156 of Daddy's Naughty List

He was ridiculous.

“Nope. You made me fall asleep.” It was the most logical answer even though my limits would’ve been okay with him making love to me while I slept.

The biggest problem with trying that, though, was that I always woke up when he put his cock inside of me.

“I wanted to lie down. Are you saying I should’ve stood and been uncomfortable while you sucked on my dick?” He made that sound ridiculous but he’d stood before.

He liked watching me kneel.

“There are other ways we could’ve made it work.” I needed more coffee to figure them out, though. “The couch. You could’ve sat on the couch.”

“I was being considerate.” He sounded offended but it was too good, so I knew it was fake. “The last thing you needed last night was sore knees too. You had a long day.”

Which was why having me stretch out on the bed had been the best idea?

“You being nice still seems sneaky.” He was really amazing with that kind of stuff. “But you’re going to have to bribe me really well so I don’t get upset. You hurt my feelings.”

Yes. I was hurt.

His chest jerked up and down again, but he stroked my head and kept his laughter to himself. “I’m sorry, baby. Yes, you’re feeling hurt, so I’ll help make you feel better.”

Wait.

Had he actually admitted doing anything wrong?

How did he wake up so sneaky?

“I’ll let you fix it.” Since he’d caused it. “Orgasms and bacon are a start.”

Now what?

There were other things I could’ve asked for but I hadn’t practiced being enough of a brat to figure it out. Conner and Rhett had helped me get ready but we’d focused on how to tease Rhett. Conner should’ve prepared me better.

“Ran out of ways to brat?” Rhett chuckled when I sat up and pouted. “You did a very good job.”

“Thank you.” Sighing, I snuggled back into him. “I know there’s other stuff I could’ve done and I left a lot of rewards and goodies on the table, but my brain just stopped. Conner should’ve given me more to work with.”

I didn’t have enough bratting points memorized… They were like talking points for brats and Conner had lots.

Nearly giggling, Rhett kissed my head. “You did a wonderful job. You were offended and wound up and you got lots of bacon out of me. That’s impressive since you got nothing but crap and fast food yesterday.”

It was my turn to try not to laugh. He sounded frustrated about that but I knew it was at himself. “We were very busy and we made the best decisions we could. You even made sure I had fruit at breakfast and you had them put extra veggies on my burger.”

It had made my burger very wiggly, but Rhett had been happy, so it’d been worth it.

“We’ll make good choices going forward?” When I was quiet, he sighed. “At lunch going forward.”

Yay.

I still got my bacon.

Now we needed to orgasm.

Leaving aside how sneaky he’d been, I still had to make it up to him and I wanted to come again too. So working on that was our next goal, and that would start with kisses… because they let Rhett know that I wanted something.

He’d figure out what I wanted and what he wanted and what was practical, but I had to let him know when to start because he wasn’t a mind reader.

Conner had mumbled more than once about Doms needing to read minds better, though, so I knew it wasn’t just me who thought they were lacking in that category.

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