Page 49 of My Young Alpha Daddy

Finally, I pull out and collapse backward onto the couch.

Aaron stays lying on the footstool, exhausted and totally spent.

And then it hits me…

‘You know how I said I wouldn’t spank you for the scary movie,’ I say, my breath still heavy.

‘Mmmm-hmmm?’ Aaron replies, quite evidently not ready to string actual words together yet.

‘That still stands,’ I laugh. ‘But I think I might just need to spank that big, juicy butt for making me need a shower so quickly after only just having one!’

Aaron lets out a giggle and hauls himself off the footstool before snuggling up to me on the couch once more.

‘You’re so funny, Daddy,’ Aaron giggles.

‘Who said I was joking?’ I reply.

With an ass like Aaron’s, I barely even need a reason to heat it up. And if he knows me half as well as I think he does, he probably knows what’s coming his way when we do hit the shower…

Chapter 17

Aaron

‘I know this is naughty, but…’ I giggle, almost giddy with excitement. ‘I don’t care! I’m hungry and I want a snack.’

It might be the middle of the night, and I might have an early start tomorrow with a workout from Daddy and then an overseas business videocall, but when my tummy tells me I need a sweet treat, Ihaveto listen!

And judging by the snores coming from my Daddy, he’ll be none the wiser if I sneak out of bed and make my way to the kitchen. The only question is what should I treat myself to?

Triple-choc cheesecake?

Thick, creamy scoops of ice cream?

Or maybe keep it savory and have some chips and dips?

‘Drool,’ I whisper, staring across the bed and looking at the naked body of my Daddy – and suddenly I don’t know whether I’m salivating about the thought of eating some sweet treats or instead munching down on the strongest ass I’ve ever seen.

I don’t think Rafa would appreciate being woken up at this hour. He needs his sleep. So instead I think I’ll continue with my plan of sneaking out of bed.

Okay, here goes.

Nice and quiet.

One… two… three… and let’ssliiiiiiideout of here.

I duly ease my way out of bed without disturbing Daddy and do a silent fist-pump celebration at my success.

I know for sure that there’s no way Rafa would let me eat sugary snacks in the middle of the night, so the only way that this is going to work is if I move more quietly and stealthily than I ever have done in my life. Rafa may be asleep, and I may have got out of the bed without him waking up, but that doesn’t mean that I’m out of the woods yet – far from it, in fact.

The room is pitch black – thank you, blackout blinds – and that means I need to navigate my way around with extra care. I’m pretty sure I left some books and toys on the floor last night and the last thing I need is to step on a wooden train and end up hollering out in pain. Or even worse… a piece of Lego. Do that, and I’ll be yelping in agony and there’s no way that my Daddy won’t wake up.

If Rafa does wake up and catch me out of bed, I’ll be left with a choice…

I can lie to him and say that I’m going to the bathroom. But he’ll see right through that tall-tale and have me over his lap in ten seconds flat. A good Little doesn’t lie to his Daddy, and my butt will be throbbing in no time.

Or alternatively, I could own up and admit to what I was about to do. And if I do this, it’ll probably be a case ofsee the above.

No, I can’t even think about getting caught. If I want my midnight feast, I’m going to need to move my big boy body as nimbly and quietly as I can. And if Daddy is sleeping half as deeply as I think he is, I think I’m in with a great shot of getting through this plan without a spanking at the end of it.

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