Page 174 of Daddy's Naughty List

I knew he knew but I had to say it anyway.

“That…” My voice lowered on its own but I couldn’t help it. “That’ll make you Santa and me your helper. You know that, right?”

“I do.” Somehow he still sounded rough and wicked but he was grinning ear to ear as he rolled us over so he had me pinned to the bed. “I like you frustrated. I like you happy. I like you grown-up. I like you helping. I like you everywhere and everything.”

“I’m not eating green eggs and ham and you need to learn how to rhyme better.” He was terrible at that.

Laughing, he shrugged. “Someone woke me up early wiggling and thinking very loudly, so I’m going to get a pass on that.”

I’d agree this time since I liked the results.

“You woke up because I was thinking so loudly, because you love me, and because I’m important to you.” Oh, that got good results too.

“Brat.” Giving me a quick kiss, he glared at me. “But you’re my manipulative brat.”

Yay.

Being manipulative got so much better results than expecting him to read my mind. We really should’ve started practicing it a lot earlier in our relationship.

“I am.” And he thought I was cute when I did it, so I got another kiss on the lips before he started kissing along my jaw.

“You know what also started waking me up?” His teasing tone sent a shiver through me but I managed to shake my head. “You spending quite a lot of time in the bathroom.”

Well, I couldn’t stop the blush that was creeping over my face, but at least there was one thing I didn’t have to be bratty to get.

“Did you want some quality time this morning?” He chuckled when I nodded and couldn’t help giggling. “Such a good sub for his Master.”

Being good had its rewards… attention, no hard questions, and quality time.

Yep, being a brat was fun but being good got me a lot too.

Chapter Nine

Rhett

Inching up the smiley face jammies that somehow grown-up Stirling hadn’t thought too silly to wear on a regular basis, I kissed my way lower until I was teasing skin and his shirt was up by his neck. “A good sub who plans ways for his Master to thoroughly enjoy him should definitely be rewarded.”

And my cutie’s favorite reward was to be fucked.

We played around with switching it up occasionally, but he liked bottoming.

And I liked giving him what he wanted… especially when he went to such lengths to make sure I knew what he wanted.

“I like being rewarded.” He moaned and squirmed as I dipped my tongue in his belly button. “Master…”

He liked it but he said it felt weird and he made the cutest face every time I did it. “Baby…”

I couldn’t resist fucking him again quickly before nibbling right around the edge as his belly pushed up. “So sexy.”

“That’s…” He whined but his hips thrust up, trying to get more attention to his hard cock. “Please…”

“Please more? Okay.” Before he could do anything else but groan and try to hump my chest, I had his legs pinned and was fucking his belly button again.

The combination of being held down and tortured in such a fun way had him moaning and hiding behind his hands. “That’s… I’m…”

His default was to tell me how good he’d been, so I had a feeling that was what he was trying to say, but I didn’t let him get the full thought out. Every time he got close, I switched between fucking and nibbling, and I didn’t stop until he shivered and a jolt raced through him.

“No orgasming. Not until I’m inside you.” He was close enough that I eased off the teasing and began working my way lower again.

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