Page 40 of Daddy's Pride

“Is chocolate your favorite snack?”

I chuckle. “How did you guess, Daddy?”

“I wonder.”

“Do you know what the best way to eat chocolate is?”

He shakes his head.

“Being fed it one square at a time by my Daddy. Preferably while we’re naked.”

“Is that a hint?”

I flutter my lashes. “Maybe.”

“Milk or dark?”

“Milk. I bet you prefer dark chocolate.”

“Yes, but I also prefer savoury foods.”

I put the steamer down and ease a sheet of wallpaper off the wall. It almost comes away cleanly, only leaving a few scraps behind. I put the steamer over the largest.

“If it’s not chocolate, what’s your favorite snack?”

“Nuts. Pistachios are my favorites. Are you allergic to nuts?”

“No. Pistachios are best when chopped into tiny pieces and sprinkled on ice cream. Chocolate ice cream.” I lick my lips.

“And is ice cream best when your Daddy feeds you?”

“How did you guess, Daddy?”

“I’m afraid I don’t have any ice cream or chocolate in the house.”

I scrape the scrap of paper I’ve been steaming off the wall. “No worries. We can go shopping. Unless you plan on holding me hostage here all week.”

“I am. In the cellar,” Miles says in a deadpan voice.

“I’m okay with that as long as you’ve got kinky toys down there. I bet you could rail me hard if I were in a sex swing.” I moan at the thought.

“I don’t have a sex swing.”

“Shame.” I wipe my arm over my forehead and use my t-shirt to fan my chest.

“I’ll open a window,” Miles says.

“Or I could take more clothes off.” I put my tools on the floor and pull my t-shirt over my head. I toss it onto the sofa, which is where my jumper ended up.

Miles stares at me with hungry eyes. I pretend not to notice as I move on to the next section of wallpaper that needs stripping.

“What’s the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?” I ask.

“Roasted grasshoppers.”

My stomach flips. “Seriously?”

“Yes. They’re a delicacy in some countries.”