He glances at me, his brows raised as though he’s stunned. “Hot cocoa is a comfort beverage. I don’t think there are rules about what time of year it must be consumed.”
I shake my head as I follow along with him. “Whatever. I tell you I have a sister, and all you have to say is, let’s make cocoa?”
He chuckles when we reach the kitchen. “That’s all I have to say, Baby girl. The rest is on you. Sounds like you’ve got about thirty minutes to tell me whatever you want to before your sister gets here.”
When we reach the sink, he grabs me around the waist, lifts me off the floor, and sets me on the counter. He pushes me back a few inches. “You’re not going to fall off, are you?”
“No, Daddy.” I roll my eyes.
He steadies me with one hand and pinches one of my nipples with the other.
“Hey…”
“No eye-rolling, naughty girl.”
I pout.
He presses his body against my knees and cups my boobs. “Do you want to change before they get here, Simone?”
I look down. Shit. That thought hadn’t even occurred to me. “You’d let me change?”
He lifts my chin. “Little girl, apparently, I have not been clear on how this dynamic works. Everything we do is a give and take. I’ll never ask you to do something you don’t want to.” He holds up a finger and pauses. “Let me take that back. If I ever ask you to do something you’re not feeling, you should tell me. My goal is to make you happy. To do everything in my power to make you smile. You don’t submit to me unwillingly. You do so because you like how it feels. You specifically have to like how it feels for me, in particular, to dominate you. If we didn’t click, we wouldn’t be together.”
I flinch and then grab his neck. “We click, Daddy.”
He grins. “I know we do. But I might make mistakes. No one is perfect. And right now, there is no way I would dictate what you should wear when your sister, whom you have not seen for four years, shows up at our house.”
I smile. “Our house.”
“That’s right. Our house. Now, the clock is ticking. Jeans? Sweatshirt? Bra?”
I think for a second and shake my head. “This is me. I’m comfortable. If she doesn’t like what I’m wearing, f…”
“Careful.” He grabs my boobs again and gently grips my nipples with his thumbs and pointers. “Do I need to pinch these swollen, naughty buds?”
“No, Sir.”
“Want to amend your statement?”
“If she doesn’t like what I’m wearing, fudge her.”
“That’s better. You’re sure?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“If you change your mind, you may go upstairs and put something else on, okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I drag him closer so I can kiss him, and then I mutter against his lips, “Will you pinch my nipples anyway? I kind of like it when you do.”
He laughs before he grips both buds tightly for a few seconds. “I’ve created a monster.”
I squirm. “A cute one, though, right?”
“Adorable. Now, give me the CliffsNotes version of what I need to know about your sister.” He steps away, heading for the fridge.
My tits ache, but it’s delicious. I shouldn’t be thinking sexy thoughts right now. I need to focus on what’s about to happen.
I take a deep breath. “So, I can’t begin to know why my sister is here. That’s a mystery. But I’ll tell you what I can.”
