Page 41 of Don't Call Me Daddy
And then, just like I knew I would, I get an idea. I know it’s a good one because I get the familiar buzz of belly flutters and tingles.
I can hear my sister warning me in her favorite parental tone,“Ivy, are you sure about this?”
Stirring my straw in my bubbly soda, I formulate the first step to my diabolical master plan.
Maybe I can’t get him to listen to me because I’ve been trying to get through to the wrong head.
Looks like I’ve got one more stop to make this afternoon.
“Jesus, woman! Did you leave anything in the shops?” Leo grumbles as I pile shopping bags in his outstretched arms.
“I was merely following your orders, and since I know how picky you are, I wanted to make sure I had all my bases covered.”
I slap another small bag to the top of the pile, and he has to adjust it so he can see.
“I’m not picky,” he grunts.
“Okay, controlling. Is that a better word?”
He grumbles something inaudible under his breath as I run ahead to open the doors for him. When he gets to my room, he drops the pile on the bed with the rest of the bags he already carried inside.
I see the moment his eyes land on the bag from Adult Store, and his face burns red. “What’s that? I thought I told you not to go there again.”
He takes a step toward the bag, but I move in front of him, placing my palm on his rock-hard chest.
“Excuse me, that is private?—”
He pushes my hand away and lets out a frustrated sigh. “Seriously, Ivy, would it kill you to just listen? Or are you actually incapable of following rules?”
Rules.
My stomach does a backflip as soon as he says it, and I fear I might be in over my head this time.
But now, I’m committed. He’s already mad, so I might as well see how it pans out.
“Relax. It’s not what you think. Just a personal item. Nothing to do withyou.” I grab his elbow to usher him to the door, but he doesn’t budge.
He crosses his arms over his broad chest, making himself impossibly bigger as he stares down at me and nods to the bag. “Show me.”
“Show you? I’m not going to show you, you perv?—”
This time, I try to push him through the door, and it’s almost comical how weak I am in comparison, but the big guy still doesn’t move.
“Ibought it. So, show me what you needed so badly after I deliberately told you not to go in there again.” His command comes out in a low growl that makes my toes curl and sends a wave of chill bumps down my arms.
I shake my head. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” I stomp over to the bed and grab the bag, pausing to give him one last chance to change his mind.
He rolls his eyes and gestures for me to get on with it, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from smiling.
“You’re about to feel really dumb, so get ready …” My voice trails off as I pull out the hot-pink vibrator, complete with a flower petal clit stimulator. I present it to him like I’m at a dog show, making sure to highlight every bump and ridge before turning it on for the full effect.
Leo’s face heats bright red as he glares at me, staring daggers in silence, so I take it as encouragement to keep going.
I hit another button, and the base pulses thicker while the thin silicone petals vibrate and the center of the flower makes a sucking noise.
“You bought a vibrator,” he says in almost a whisper.
“More than a vibrator. It’s more like a robotic dick,” I answer, then hit another button that makes the shaft spin in circles.
