Page 86 of Daddy's Naughty List

“Thank you. Um, since we’re talking about things…” Her expression shifted, and suddenly she was his Little girl again, blushing adorably as she twisted the hem of her pajama shirt between her fingers. “Does this mean you don’t really want me to be your Baby?”

“There is nothing I want more than for you to keep being my Baby, Tayter Tot. I meant what I said when I told you I love taking care of you. And I think maybe that’s the balance we need. I can be strict when I need to be, but I can balance that out by spoiling you and taking care of you when you’re my Baby.”

“Oh, good. Cuz, um, I talked to Jesse about it a little bit and I was wondering if maybe we could try some new things.”

“Like what?”

“Um.” Her cheeks weren’t just pink now, they were fire-engine red. “Like bottles maybe? She mentioned diapers but I don’t think I could actually use one.”

An image of her, curled up in his lap in a onesie while she sucked on a bottle popped into his mind. And he realized how true his statement about not wanting anything more really was. “How about we start with the bottles and if you want to try wearing diapers but not using them, we can try that next? There’s nothing that says you have to do something forever just because you tried it once.”

“That’s true.” Still blushing furiously, she lowered her gaze to his chest. “What about, um, butt stuff? I know you don’t really want to, but?—”

“Hold up. I never said I didn’t want to. Where did you ever get a silly idea like that?”

“Well, ‘cause you threaten me with it sometimes, but you never actuallydoit.”

“Ah.” Fuck. Hoisted on his own petard again. “That’s on me. Again. It’s not that I don’t want to, I just don’t want to hurt you. I’ve been in my head about whether I should or not since…” Trailing off, he felt his cheeks heat as he realized he’d never actually told her the entire truth about why he was holding off. “Since I’ve never actually done that with anyone else.”

“Really?” Jerking her head up, Taylor’s eyes went round. “I get to be your first?”

“Yeah, baby, you get to be my first. I’m sorry I haven’t been more open about the way I’ve been feeling.”

“It’s okay. I get it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You’re the Daddy, and I’m sure that makes it feel like you have to have all the answers. But it’s okay if you don’t. We can figure the answers out together.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he murmured, cupping the back of her head and drawing her down for a long, slow kiss.

“Daddy?” she said when they parted, her voice rough with desire.

“Yeah?”

“I am very definitelynotfeeling like your Baby right now. Can we go upstairs?”

“Absolutely.” Pulling back, he flashed her a wicked grin. “After all, I haven’t opened my Christmas Eve present yet.”

Chapter Seventeen

Christmas Day dawned bright and cheerful, waking Taylor from the exhausted slumber she’d fallen into the night before after her Daddy had so thoroughly used his ‘Christmas Eve present’.

If she had it her way, that was definitely a tradition they would be continuing.

But now it was Christmas! Eyes popping open, she threw back the covers and hopped out of bed with an excited squeal. “Daddy, Daddy! It’s time to wake up! Santa came!”

Rolling onto his back with a groan, her Daddy pried one eye open. “What time is it, baby?”

“I don’t know, but the sun is awake soweshould be awake!”

“I suppose that’s fair,” he said with a rumbling laugh. “Give me a few minutes to wake up and we can go downstairs to see what Santa brought you.”

“It’s okay, I can go by myself!”

The sound of her name froze her in place before she had a chance to take more than two steps toward the bedroom door. “Taylor Grace, if you step one foot out of this bedroom before I tell you to, you will be unwrapping presents with a red-hot bottom.”

Starting Christmas Day with a spanking was definitelynoton her Christmas list, so she sighed and turned back around. “Yes, Daddy. But can you please, please, please hurry up? I might die if we don’t get downstairs soon.”

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