Page 2 of Show and Tell
His blue eyes flash.
“How long are we talking?No pressure, princess, but again, you’d look beautiful swollen with my children.”
I cock my head to the side while giving him a pretty smile.
“I don’t know,” I murmur, glancing up at the handsome man through my lashes.I can see how intensely Lionel’s focused on me, with his jaw tight and blue eyes piercing.“But I love you, Daddy, and I want us to have a family together.Just not now.But in the future, definitely.”
He nods once, his jaw tight.
“Let’s not make it too long, princess.Daddy can’t wait forever.”
“Oh, I would never make you wait forever, Mr.Kenneally.That’s not my plan at all.I just want to spread my wings before settling down and bearing your children.”
Lionel literally starts growling a bit, his hand squeezing mine as he takes in my big breasts, creamy skin, and innocent eyes.
“Once I get you pregnant, baby, there’ll be no stopping that train.You’ll be pregnant continuously until we have a houseful of rugrats.Prepare yourself, baby girl, because I’ll be breeding you non-stop.”
I can’t help but giggle, even as a thrill runs through me.
“Then tell me, kind sir.How many children are you thinking?”I ask in a teasing tone.
Lionel shoots me a long look, his gaze at once amused yet totally serious.
“As many as you can handle, princess.You’re young, aren’t you?I’d count on at least two decades of continuous pregnancies.”
I gasp, blinking as my mouth opens and closes with no sound coming out.
“Cat got your tongue?”my lover drawls, his expression amused.“Was that a surprise to you?”
I stammer a bit, my cheeks flushing pink.
“But I’m only eighteen.”
Lionel nods, his blue gaze casual yet intense at once.
“Exactly, princess.You’re eighteen, which makes you perfect for two decades of childbearing.That would work out to ten children.Or maybe eleven.A kid every other year sounds about right to me.”
“Ten children?”I manage to squeak out.“Eleven?”
Lionel chuckles and winks at me.
“Yes, sweetheart.Like I said, I plan on keeping you knocked up continuously once the time is right.But let’s talk about next steps.I know you’re not ready for a baby in your belly yet, so we’ll take things slow.Tell me: are you on birth control?”
The twists and turns of this conversation are making my head whirl and I nod mutely, still trying to process everything that’s been revealed.
“Good,” Lionel drawls, pleased.“I’ve reached out to a couple of my friends, and surprise, surprise, they’re more than happy to get together for some bowling.”
That makes me blink with surprise.I’m just about to ask more, but at that moment, a young man with seeping acne on his neck shuffles over.
“Sir, madame,” he greets.“I’m Chris, and I’ll be your server today.Unfortunately, Nadine got a bit sick and asked me to take over.Can I get you some drinks to start?”
“I think we’re ready to order,” Lionel says in a deep voice while shooting me a look.“The lady will have a fried chicken sandwich, and I’ll have steak frites, medium rare.Thank you.”
The young man nods, and half bows.“Certainly sir,” he says.“I’ll be back with your food shortly.Any drinks to start?”
Lionel shoots me a look, but I shake my head.
“No, we’re fine with water for now.Actually, maybe a lemonade for my girlfriend.Thank you so much.”
