Page 57 of Giddy Up, Daddy

That was going to stop.

Not the spanking. No. He’d enjoyed that, and it wasn’t stopping since he knew she needed some boundaries and discipline.

But he was going to start doing so many nice things for her that she forgot there was a time she hadn’t experienced kindness.

“I want you to listen to me, Blakely. And listen carefully.” He drew her back so he could look down at her. Not that he could see her very clearly in the dark.

However, he could see that her face was tilted toward him.

“I am not a nice man?—”

She shook her head. “That’s not true.”

“Blakely,” he said sternly. “You’re going to let me finish what I have to say without interrupting. Or I’m going to be having this conversation with my dick in your mouth.”

Her breath hitched.

“Still think I’m a nice man?” he growled.

What are you doing? You want her to be yours.

Actually, he didn’t really intend to give her a choice. Being nice could start after she knew that she belonged to him.

“I, um, well, now all I can think about is having your, uh, you know, in my mouth.” She was squirming around on his lap.

Was she turned on?

He liked that. He also found it cute that she couldn’t say cock or dick or pussy.

He’d planned to teach her to talk dirty, but now he’d decided it was too much fun watching her get all flustered and embarrassed over ‘naughty’ words.

Leaning in, he licked lightly across her lips. “You’re so fucking cute. And you’re mine. You hear me? I’m not doing this because of you. Well, not just because of you. I’ve been doing some research.”

“What sort of research? Eek, sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Stafford slid two of his fingers into her mouth. “Next time it’s my dick.” Trouble was, he wasn’t certain he’d have all of her attention if she was sucking on his dick.

“I’ve been doing some research on Daddy Doms and a lot of what I read . . . well, I guess it resonated with me. I want you, Blakely. You know that. But I was hiding my true needs behind excuses. I needed to push you away because I thought it was better for both of us. However, I’ve had it pointed out what an idiot I was being. I know I’m not an easy guy. I can be grumpy. I can work too much. I can be demanding and overprotective. But if you give me a chance, I’ll do whatever I have to in order to make you happy. And no, I’m not changing myself for you. I’m embracing a part of myself I suppressed for us. Got me? We get one life. And I deserve to be happy and so do you.”

Wow.

Just wow.

When he’d first put his fingers into her mouth, she’d started to lightly suck on them. But when he started talking, she’d become so riveted that she hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything but him.

He’d really been doing research because he thought that he might be a Daddy Dom?

She pulled back, letting his fingers slip from her mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.” Blakely tried to keep the hope from her voice, but she was pretty certain she failed.

He grasped her around the back of her head, holding her still. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. Give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me, Blakely. Give me the opportunity to take care of you. To shower you with affection, love, and kindness.”

She sniffled. Shit. She knew she was about to start crying soon. “There’ll be orgasms, too, right?”

“Lots of orgasms,” he promised.

“And cuddles? Lots of cuddles?”

“So many cuddles,” he said warmly.

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