Page 71 of Myths and Shifts

“Be careful with that face or I’ll ask what you’re thinking.” Daddy was barely managing to hold back a smile as he glared at me. “I don’t like what I’m feeling from you.”

Oops.

Ugh.

Another apology.

“I need…I need a reminder of who I belong to. You’re so smart, Daddy. Thank you.” It wasn’t technically another apology, and it turned him on even more, so I was counting it as a slightly confusing win.

“You’re welcome. But I’m not going to take it easy on you and I know you understand why I have to do it.” Shifting lower, Daddy kissed the nipples he’d just tortured so perfectly. “Sometimes I’m just going to have to take very good care of my naughty boy.”

Somehow it was sexy and cute and nerve-racking all at the same time.

How could he make kisses in candlelight sound so stressful?

“I…” Something. I was something. “Thank you, Daddy.”

It felt like a dangerous response and I knew I was right when he made a pleased hum and flicked his tongue over my nipple. Daddy was entirely too content with my response. He was plotting when he should’ve been enjoying his win.

He nibbled.

It was just hard enough for me to suck in a breath as a tiny bolt of lightning shot right down to my dick. “Daddy.”

He chuckled.

Ugh.

He was still planning.

Happiness and something that felt almost mischievous was coming through the bond and I wasn’t even sure he realized how much he was projecting. It wasn’t technically desire, but Daddy was thoroughly enjoying kissing me and whatever was going through his mind.

“My sweet boy. Yes.” Shifting his head, Daddy gave the other nipple a nibble and gave a little laugh when I sucked in another breath. “Yes. I’m going to help you.”

Help to torture me?

With kisses.

And nibbles.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Don’t forget your hands, sexy boy. You don’t want to lose out on deciding what game we play.” Daddy’s teasing voice had my cock trying to get even harder. “I know you want to pick out a fun game, but that’s only if you’re a good boy.”

He was fucking with me.

“You’re…that’s…” I was going to tell him not to once he stopped biting my nipples and I could find the words. “That’s…”

Yes, that was very naughty.

Devious.

Sexy.

Ugh.

Everything he did was sexy.

Part of that was just him but part of it was how much he enjoyed it and how his happiness was coming through the bond. It was really hard to get frustrated about something that made a mate so happy.

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