Page 16 of Daddy's Treat
“Why didn’t you?”
She shrugs. “My parents aren’t the most attentive. Don’t get me wrong, they are good parents, they were just always really busy with their careers. I’m pretty sure I was an accident, but they’d never admit to making a mistake. Cooper’s don’t make mistakes, you know. I spent a lot of time with my grandma when I was younger. She’s the one that taught me how to bake. She lived in this awesome loft apartment. Every time I stayed over it was like a sleepover.”
“Sounds nice. Are you and your parents close now?”
“Not really. We talk every other week or so. It depends on if they are in town or not. They travel for work a lot.”
Penny yawns and stretches then scoots over on the bed and pats the space she just vacated. “Take a nap with me?”
How could I deny a request like that? Easy answer: I can’t.
We start out both lying on our backs. It’s ridiculously awkward, something I haven’t been since I was a dumb teenager fumbling around with a girl for the first time. Even though Penny’s obviously exhausted, she just lays stiff as a board like she doesn’t know what to do now that she’s got me on the bed with her, so she’s just doing nothing.
Of course, she doesn’t know what to do, she’s never been in bed with a man before. After that little reminder, I don’t hesitate to take control. I roll to my side, facing her, then pull her body against mine. She doesn’t resist at all. In fact, once I have her settled on her side with her back facing me, she scoots toward me until we are touching in every place possible.
I can feel the tension leave her by measures as she starts to relax. Within a few minutes, she’s asleep. Has a man ever been so tortured? Penny’s pert little butt spooned up against my cock is the most delicious torture ever. It takes massive amounts of willpower to not rub against her. She’s tired, and her needs will always come before my own in all things.
Penny twitches in her sleep then starts mumbling. I can’t quite make out what she’s saying, but I hear my name several times. I’m pretty sure she said that I’m better than candy corn. Knowing how much she likes it says a whole lot about how she feels about me. Maybe we are more on the same page than I thought.
The biggest hurdle will be convincing her that she’s a submissive. After the way she constantly looked to me for reassurance today, how quickly she responded when I scolded her for getting out of the car, and a dozen other little things makes me reasonably certain she’s a natural submissive. She just needs a worthy dominant to bring that out in her.
I just need to be patient.
I have to keep reminding myself that she’s innocent. She’s a virgin for crying out loud. She probably doesn’t even know what BDSM stands for, let alone what it entails. I made peace with the fact that I’m a kinky fucker a long, long time ago. I always figured I’d find some submissive, and we would just click, then everything else would fall into place.
I have dated vanilla chicks in the past, but it just didn’t work for me. Something was always missing. I broke things off before real feelings were involved because I knew that we would never last.
Penny is as vanilla as they come. Could I change who I am if she’s not interested in a BDSM relationship? I don’t have any desire for a twenty-four-seven power exchange, but I crave the dominant and submissive dynamic.
My gut says Penny is the perfect woman for me. I’ve always trusted my gut instinct; it’s never led me astray before. It’s with thoughts of Penny that I drift to sleep.
8
Penny
I’ma little disoriented when I first wake up. I know instantly that I’m not in my room at the sorority house because I can’t hear music, yelling, or headboards banging off the walls. The other clue is the fact that I’m stretched out on top of a hard chest. A hard chest that is completely bare. I rack my mind trying to remember Kade taking his shirt off. It must’ve been after I went to sleep.
He probably got hot. It’s super-hot in here. Who knew cuddling would be so hot? Heat hot, not sexy hot. Though it is totally sexy hot too. I don’t even care if cuddling Kade feels like I’m snuggled up to a space heater, it’s my new favorite thing in the world.
Even better than candy corn.
If I’m honest, everything about Kade is better than my favorite treat. Not that I’ll admit that out loud.
Kade is still asleep. Somehow, even in sleep, he still exudes power and what my books would call ‘alphaness.’ He is a total alpha. Kade puts all my book boyfriends to shame. I decide to take advantage of the chance to really look at him. I still agree with my original assessment. If Thor and Superman could have a baby, it would look like Kade.
When I first saw him last night, he was completely clean-shaven. Right now, he’s a little scruffy. It’s not a full beard, but if he let it go for a couple days, I bet it would be. I wonder if it’s soft or coarse. The urge to touch it is too great to withstand. My fingertips are almost there when Kade’s eyes pop open.
“What are you doing, shortcake?”
I stare at him, frozen with my hand half an inch away from his face. I try to think of something to say, anything to say other than the truth, but I’m a terrible liar, and nothing comes to mind. I decide silence is the best answer because then I don’t have to admit to anything. Just one quirk of his eyebrow has me spilling my guts like it’s his freakin’ superpower.
“You can touch me anytime you want.”
I gasp as he pulls me even closer to him. It’s only then that I notice his hand on my bottom. I wiggle, and his fingers flex, then he gives my cheek a little pat. I just about spontaneously combust because my mind automatically goes back to the book I was reading earlier. Now is not the time to be thinking about spankings and… stuff.
“Just one rule, shortcake. I get to touch you anywhere you touch me. Deal?”
My ‘yes’ comes out a little breathy and a whole lot needy. I get to touch him, and in return, he touches me? That sounds like the best deal ever.