Page 54 of Daddy's Naughty List

Normally, she would get up and take herself downstairs to watch cartoons or something while she waited for him to get up and make breakfast. The one time she’d tried to make breakfast for him, he’d very firmly told her that was Daddy’s job and forbade her from ever doing so again. And since she hated cooking, she’d happily handed over that particular chore.

But this particular morning, she wasn’t in the mood for cartoons. Not because she was still upset about not getting spanked the night before, but because in the harsh light of day she was feeling more than a little silly about how she’d acted.

So what if he hadn’t spanked her? That was his decision as the Daddy, and she should have been grateful to have a Daddy who was willing to overlook the occasional naughty behavior. Instead, she’d sulked about it like a baby, and she’d missed out on getting her usual bedtime cuddles—and possibly more.

Feeling inspired by the ‘more’ she’d missed last night, she slid her hand down Ian’s muscular stomach and under the waistband of his boxers. A familiar hum of excitement raced through her when she found him half hard already.

“Mmm. What are you doing, naughty girl?”

Spurred on by his sleepy question, she wiggled around until she was eye to eye with the bulge in his boxers. “Nothin’.”

Beneath her, his chest vibrated with laughter. “That doesn’t feel like nothing, baby.”

Tugging his underwear down, she grinned at the sight of him swelling under her attention. And when she took him in her mouth, sucking hard in the hopes of helping things along, she couldn’t help but giggle at his sharp inhale. “Fuck! A little gentler, baby.”

Since this was in part an apology for being such a brat the night before, she obeyed, sucking gently, teasing him with her tongue as he hardened to the thick length she was used to.

“Come here, baby.”

Delighted by the gravelly need coating his voice, she wiggled out of her panties and climbed on top of him. Ian gripped her hips, guiding her down as he groaned.

“Naughty girl,” he said with a low chuckle. “Waking Daddy up so early on Saturday.”

The sharp swat he delivered to her bottom got her moving with a gasp. “I just wanted to play, Daddy.”

“Well now you can play all you want. But you don’t get to come until Daddy says so.”

Though she was secretly thrilled by the order, she pouted down at him. “That’s just mean.”

Opening his eyes, he grinned, and there was just enough wickedness to the gesture to have her heart beating faster in her chest. “I can be meaner.”

As if to prove his point, he slid a hand over her thigh to where they were joined, rolling his thumb over her swollen clit. Pleasure arced through her, and she let her head fall back as it washed over her while she rode.

Slow and easy, just like their love. Though some people had been shocked by how quickly their relationship had progressed, to Taylor it felt like they’d been making their way to each other their entire lives. They’d shared a life for as long as she could remember, and while making that leap from friends to lovers had been terrifying at first, once they’d jumped it had just been… easy. Simple. Fun.

But slow and easy didn’t mean boring. As Ian was busy proving now, working her toward that frantic peak the way only he knew how.

“Daddy…” she whined, grinding her hips against him, desperate for release.

His grin deepened. “Tell Daddy what you want, baby. Use your words.”

Heat flooded her body, not just from the ecstasy building inside her but from the embarrassment that came with begging for pleasure she’d never quite gotten used to. “You know what I want.”

“And what I want is to hear you say it. Tell Daddy what you need, baby.”

That sweet, coaxing tone only embarrassed her more, which he damn well knew. “I wanna… I wanna come, Daddy. Please, Daddy, please!”

“That’s my good girl. And since you asked so nicely… Come for me, Taylor. Let Daddy feel your sweet little pussy squeezing my cock.”

Head thrown back, she cried out for him as the need inside her finally fractured, shattered. Frantic now, she rode him hard and fast, and a moment later he followed her over that peak with a shout of his own.

Collapsing on top of him, she hummed happily as she snuggled into his embrace. “Morning, Daddy.”

“Morning, baby.” A satisfied smile curved his lips. “I seem to have worked up an appetite. How do waffles sound for breakfast?”

“With chocolate chips?” It was a futile question, because chocolate chip waffles were only for special occasions, yet that didn’t stop her from asking every weekend anyway.

A frown tugged at his lips, giving her the answer before he even spoke. But then his expression cleared and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.”

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