Page 61 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“Hey! I wasn’t finished!” she cried.

“Yes, you are.”

“But I wanted to give you pleasure, to make you come.” Her cheeks were pink as she said that.

Too adorable.

“Darlin’, you gave me so much pleasure, I was almost seeing stars. But I want to be in your pussy when I come. However, first I need to make sure that you’re ready for me.” He kneeled on the bed. “Spread your legs and show me.”

“I’m ready,” she said in a high-pitched voice.

So adorable.

“Show me,” he commanded. “Pull your legs back against your chest and spread them wide. I want to see every inch of your pussy.”

A small squeak escaped her. “Stafford!”

He leaned over her, resting his hands on the bed on either side of her head. “There’s something I need to make clear.”

“What’s that?” she whispered.

“I think you know that I’m bossy.”

“Uh, yeah. I’ve noticed that a time or two.” Her eyes danced with amusement.

“Brat. Well, I like to be in charge. All the time. During sex. Before it. After. Everywhere. All. The. Time. Can you deal with that?”

She swallowed heavily. “What if I don’t want to do something you want me to do?”

“Do you remember your safeword?”

“Red.”

“If I tell you to do something that upsets you, if you’re in pain, scared, whatever, you say it and I will stop.”

“Even out of the bedroom? Like, if you tell me to do the dishes and I don’t want to?”

He reared back slightly. All right, they were on different wavelengths.

“Babygirl, I’m not talking about shit like that. Christ, if I ever order you to do something like the dishes, you slap me and yougo tell Grandpa Jack. I’m talking about in the bedroom. And I’m talking about the important things.”

“Like what?”

“Like that you’re not to go to quiz night alone, because I don’t want you around a bunch of men I don’t know. I also don’t want you driving late at night on your own. If you do go into town alone, you have to have your phone on you at all times. It has to be fully charged. And you need to tell me when you’re leaving and when you get back.”

Understanding lit up her face. “Because you care about me. You worry about my safety.”

“Yeah. I worry about your safety constantly. I have since the moment you moved in here. It’s maddening.”

“Because you’re a worrier. Grandpa Jack thinks you were born with a frown on your face, stressing about everything and everyone.”

He snorted. “More than likely. But do you understand what I’m talking about now? There are things you need to do for me to keep yourself safe and happy. And I’ll expect you to obey me.”

“And if I don’t?” she asked, sounding breathless.

“Then you’ll find yourself over my knee.”

“All right. I understand.”

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