Page 65 of Shame

“Can we drop out of timeout? Because I have this assignment thing that I need help with…”

“Fuck yes.” He plants a searing kiss on my mouth and lifts me up. “Where can I help you with this?”

“Bedroom.”

He carries me to our room and sets me down.

I twist my arms in front of me and look bashful—except for my nipples, which are so hard I’m pretty sure they’re giving away the plot a bit, but that’s fine. It’s supposed to be fun. This is everything I thought it could be and more. “So the thing is, for health class, I’ve been assigned a demonstration task, and I don’t know how to do it.”

His stern Daddy look is back. “Can you be more specific?”

I lean in close and whisper, “It’s embrarassing.”

He raises an eyebrow.How can you demonstrate something if you’re embarrassed by it?

I know, right? Exactly why I need the help. “I’d rather show you, if that’s okay.”

“Of course.” He glances at the bed. “Can I sit down for this?”

“Mm-hmm.” I scurry to the dresser and open the box inside the drawer, drawing out just one condom wrapper. I turn around, keeping it behind my back, and join him on the bed.

I sit right beside him. Close enough that in a second, I can pull my hand from behind my back and set it on his thigh.

“Grace,” he says, his voice low and private. “If you have something you need help with, you can always ask me anything. I’m happy to show you anything you might want to know.”

“Really?” I look up at him and smile. “Do you mean that?”

A faint smile pulls at the corners of his mouth. “Yes.”

I lean in and kiss him. Innocently.

He groans.

“Thank you,” I whisper against his mouth.

Then I climb off the bed and stand in front of him, between his legs. He leans back, bracing himself on his hands, which is perfect.

“I need to know how to put on a condom,” I say in a rush, pulling it from behind my back. I hold it out to show him, then drop my gaze to his erection. “And you’re the only one I can think of to ask.”

“Grace,” he rumbles. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes. I’ve seen it before, you know. In the shower. It’s okay. It’s just scientific.”

That smile is back. “Is it, though? Are you sure you aren’t being curious?”

“I promise.”

He thinks about it for a second, then shrugs. “Okay. Go get a cucumber.”

“No!” My protest is real, and so is the laugh he lets out.

He grabs me and hauls me onto the bed, tickling my sides. “Are you sure you aren’t also a little curious about what Daddy’s cock looks like?”

I squeak. “Okay, yes, maybe that.”

“That’s okay, Grace. Just be honest with me next time.”

He kisses me softly, not quite so innocently this time, and I dart my tongue out to meet his as it licks my lower lip.

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