Page 65 of Giddy Up, Daddy

Or perhaps not lie at all?

Hmm. Food for thought.

“Well, uh . . . I guess I do sleep with them. But if I’m going to sleep with you, then I won’t need them, will I?”

He turned her to face him. Grasping hold of her chin, he tilted her head back. “First of all, if you want to sleep with your toys as well as me, then that’s what you’ll do. Second, you justlied to me. That’s not allowed. I don’t care what your reasons are for the lie, you are never to do it. Understand me?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good girl.” He wrapped one arm around her waist as he landed several sharp smacks to her ass with his other hand.

“Ouch!” she cried. “What was that for?”

“For lying to me. That was a small warning. Lie again and your punishment will be far harsher, understand?”

She pouted. “Yes.”

“Go get your toys. Let’s go to bed.”

Rushing over, she grabbed Mrs. Flopsy and Mr. Whiskers. Blakely still wasn’t sure that Stafford knew what he was getting himself into.

But what she did know was that she didn’t want to lose him.

So perhaps they should take this slow. She’d let him set the pace and she wouldn’t overwhelm him too much with her Little side.

Yeah, that seemed like the best plan.

Chapter Nineteen

Stafford sat down on the porch chair and looked out across his land as the sun started to rise. He should be out there, working. He had a long to-do list.

He couldn’t afford to sit and drink this second cup of coffee.

But he really needed it.

Because he’d been awake most of the night wondering what he was doing wrong.

Everything was good in a lot of ways. Better than good. Over the past week, Blakely had been in his bed every night. He’d moved all of her stuff into his room. She didn’t have much so it hadn’t taken long.

Last night, they’d gone to the quiz at The Wishing Well. It had been . . . interesting.

He’d lived here for close to a year now and hadn’t been to The Wishing Well for a drink once. It had actually been good to get out. And to see other couples interacting.

Other couples who had a relationship dynamic like theirs.

Except their relationshipdidn’thave that dynamic because Blakely didn’t seem to want to show him her Little.

And he had no fucking idea how to get her to.

Watching those other couples had been interesting. Kiesha was definitely more out there and more open about who she was than the others. But he’d seen how protective and caring their men were.

Attentive.

He’d wanted to ask one of them what he should do, but he didn’t know them well enough.

“Second cup of coffee?” Grandpa Jack asked as he shuffled out onto the porch.

Stafford had to resist the urge to get up and help him. He understood about pride and wanting to do things yourself.

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