Page 218 of Broken Daddy
Not cool.
She was so turned on that it was nearly painful. And Daddy expected her to pay attention to the Lego castle he was trying to help her build?
No. Nope.
“This is impossible, Daddy! I can’t do it with this stupid hand.”
“Don’t call your hand stupid,” he scolded. “It’s not stupid.”
“But it’s so hard to put this together when I can’t really use it.” Plus it was throbbing in time with her poor bottom. Having a sore bottom also made it hard to concentrate.
And then there were the beads in her pussy.
“It’s time for a break, anyway. You need some painkillers, lunch, and a nap.”
“I do not need a nap.”
“Yes, you do,” he said firmly. “I’ll pack this up. Let’s put a cartoon on the television while I’m making you something to eat.”
“Spaghetti?” she asked hopefully.
“All right. Spaghetti.”
“Yay!” She settled on the sofa with a wince. “You need cushions, Daddy.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Um, because you don’t have any and cushions look pretty.”
“Oh, I thought you were going to say so you could cushion your sore bottom.”
Yeah. That too.
Hayes put on a cartoon about talking dogs that she loved while he got her lunch ready. She just couldn’t get comfortable, though. She attempted to wiggle around. But every time she did, a burst of pleasure ran through her.
This sucked.
She huffed and lay on her side. Then with her good hand, she reached down to cup herself.
“No touching yourself, baby,” Hayes said from the kitchen.
Darn it.
“Daddy, do you have eyes in the back of your head?”
“Yep,” he replied. “And you should remember that.”
She moved her hand away and tried to concentrate on the TV show. She could feel her eyes getting heavy.
No falling asleep.
When he put her down for a nap she was determined not to sleep. Just to show him that she didn’t need a nap.
Although it would be really nice to have a nap.
Yes. She knew she was being contrary. But that was a Little’s prerogative.
“Poor baby girl. So tired.”
