Page 92 of Giddy Up, Daddy

They hadn’t been cooking more than a few minutes when Charlie appeared, lured down by the mouthwatering aroma of seared beef. He put her to work chopping onions and peppers, and then tossed them into the pan as soon as she was done. She kept chopping, but switched to salad ingredients.

They bantered and teased as they worked. They were still very much newlyweds, and frequently touched each other. It could be distracting, but fun. At one point he almost burned the steaks, when she wrapped her arms around him from behind and let one hand slide down to cup the front of his jeans.

She stroked and rubbed the denim until his cock was painfully hard. He groaned and closed his eyes. His head fell back, and he listened as the button popped and the zipper hissed down. Her warm hand worked its way into his briefs and wrapped around his erection.

His hips thrust forward eagerly for more and he lost track of what they weresupposedto be doing. The smell of burning onions caught his attention and he pulled away with a yelp, yanking the pan off the burner before the steaks could take any damage. The vegetables were beyond saving, and were consigned to the compost.

After that she was banished to the other side of the counter to chop more onions, with a hard swat across the ass to get her moving.

“It wasn’t my fault,” she protested, laughing.

“Yes, it was. And you’re going to pay for it. Don’t forget we have an appointment, Charlie girl.”

Judging by the snickering and grins, she was still amused by what she’d done and the threat didn’t diminish that. He was half tempted to bend her over the island and take her right then, but ruining a prime cut of beef was too much of a risk.

Besides, he was starving. There would be plenty of time for all of that after he filled his grumbling stomach. He had a feeling he’d need all the energy later.

Out of reach, but not out of mind. His cock stayed hard, and he was forced to adjust himself more than once. He was glad when dinner was on the table, and he could sit down and manspread to give his aching cock some room.

By then he had more than one appetite that needed to be satisfied and he ate aggressively, tearing through the meat and potatoes like a man on a mission. His glance kept sliding over in her direction, as she took slow, dainty bites of her meal. His plate was half empty before she’d made a dent.

She was stalling, which was probably his fault, because she still thought she was in trouble.

“If you think sitting here all night, poking at your dinner like a five-year-old facing spinach, is going to save you from your doom…”

Her head shot up. “I’m just enjoying the meal!”

“Uh-huh.” He wasn’t fooled by the innocent expression.

“What? The steak is amazing. You want me to gobble it down without even tasting it?” She gave his own, nearly empty, plate a pointed look.

“If it means we’re not going to be sitting here all night while you ‘savor’ then yes. Eat at a normal pace, or your meal is going to get interrupted.”

She shifted in her seat, frowned, but started to take real adult-sized bites of her dinner. While she was finishing, he cleaned up the mess from cooking. It wasn’t what he wanted tobe doing, but he was too restless to sit there and watch her eat, once his dinner was gone.

When she got up and came over to join him, empty plate in hand, he simply took it and dumped it in the sink. And then he scooped her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and headed for the bedroom.

“Hey! I can walk you know!” She thumped his back with her fist and tried to kick her legs.

He shifted his arm to hold her legs down and used his free hand to smack her ass. “Settle down, darlin. I’m just making sure you don’t find any other ways to stall, because I’m past ready to deal with you.”

He could hear her muttering behind his back. Knowing Charlie, it probably involved a lot of swearing, but he didn’t mind that. He squeezed her ass cheek and grinned. “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’re not looking forward to our appointment.”

Her response was incoherent, which was probably a good thing. He kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and set her on her feet just inside the room. “Strip, darlin. All of it. I want you buck naked for this.”

Charlie wasn’t shy about her body, especially not with him. Having her strip wasn’t going to add a shame factor or anything like that. He simply enjoyed seeing her naked flesh in all its glory. And, since he’d be turning things in a different direction after… having her naked and ready to go would be a plus.

“I said I was sorry, Daddy. There was a reason for the attitude,” she reminded him, but the shifty way her eyes slid sideways told him a different story. There was still guilt lingering.

He’d take care of that before they moved on. “There was a reason, I agree. I’m sorry for jumping on you, but that doesn’tchange the fact that you need this. You going to argue that?” One eyebrow went up as he watched her expression.

She rolled her shoulders in a half-shrug, which was as good as admitting it.

“Right, then shuck out of your clothes, sweetheart.”

He took a seat on the bed, buthisclothes stayed on, because he felt like being dressed when she wasn’t added some authority to a scene. There was just something about the uneven power dynamic that worked when she was in trouble.

He’d intended to give her a quick hard series of swats, just to make his point, before encouraging things to go in another direction, but the fact that she had lingering guilt changed that plan a little. His job as her Daddy and Dom was to help her deal with guilt.

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