Page 112 of His Perfect Little Storm

“Yes, really. I’ve got a friend who owns cabins up in the mountains in Montana,” he said. “We could go visit and relax sometime soon.”

“Yesssss!” she screamed.

His eyebrow rose and she quieted down.

“Sorrys,” she whispered.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, what do you want for lunch?”

“Chicky nuggets!” she exclaimed.

He chuckled and shook his head. “I should’ve known. What kind of veggie do you want with it?”

She stuck her tongue out. Veggies were nasty.

“No veggie,” she said.

“You will have a veggie with it or you can have something else that has way more veggies,” he said.

She searched his face, waiting to see if he was telling the truth or not. But she should’ve known he wasn’t lying.

His eyebrow rose once again.

“Chicky nuggies and corn is fine,” she softly said.

“Good girl,” he said. “Are you ready to go eat?”

She nodded her head and lifted her arms up. She loved being carried everywhere. It was an excuse to feel his arms wrapped around her and she didn’t think Daddy minded one bit.

“Daddy,” she softly said as he started walking toward the kitchen.

It had become a ritual of sorts for him to carry her to the kitchen and place her on the counter. She would watch him as he cooked dinner or lunch, and she would sit back and enjoy it. She loved being with him, even if she wasn’t allowed to do anything because spending time with him was what she wanted.

Storm especially loved watching him cook. The muscles in his back rippled with every movement. It was her favorite thing and always turned her on.

“Can we eat in here?” she whispered. “Like this?”

Daddy turned around and raised his eyebrow. She knew that by the end of the night, she was going to be turned on and she wanted to try something. She wanted to go further with him.

“Why’s that?” he asked.

“I just want to,” she responded.

She didn’t want him to know she was turned on beyond measure and wanted to be a big girl right now. She wanted to have easy access and not be in a highchair.

“Just this once,” he said.

She grinned and watched as he dished some chicken nuggets and corn onto the plate.

“Do you want Daddy to still feed you?” he asked.

She enthusiastically nodded her head. Storm loved it now when he fed her. It was intimate and she loved doing that with him.

“Do you want ketchup?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” she responded.

He was quick to get the ketchup on her plate and walk over to her.

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