Page 25 of Keeping His Brat

She snorted. “Do I get to spank you too?”

He cracked one eye. “No.”

“Then it’s not worth it. Too much work,” she retorted, smirking.

“You’re getting awfully sassy, Charlie girl. Wait till I get better and see what happens.”

That he was well enough to banter with her was reassuring and he even managed a deep growl that made things low inside flip. She hurried over to get his soup to hide the flustered feelings that rose from it.

He smirked as he took the steaming mug from her, making it plain that he knew why she’d moved away so quickly. “Come sit with Daddy.” He lifted his arm in invitation.

That was what she needed. She curled up next to him on the couch and his arm came down around her shoulders to hold her close, while he held the mug with the other hand. The stress settled making it easy for her to breathe.

“You’ve been a little riled since I got sick, Charlie girl. You want to talk about it?” The words were gentle, an offer not a command.

She considered it as she tilted her head to look up at him. He made her think about her motivations, forcing an introspection she might not have bothered with. He was like her therapist in that way.

Sometimes she just wanted to react without thinking about why. Sam didn’t like that much, and she understood. Reacting without understanding what was driving her was how she got in trouble most of the time. But it was easier than climbing into her head and pulling apart all the messy emotions so she could figure out the reasons behind things. That was work.

“Charlie?”

She realized that she’d just been looking at him without replying and she ducked her head down, hiding her face against his chest. “I’d rather not,” she said.

His hand slid down to squeeze her shoulder. “Okay, we’ll leave it alone for now. But I’m going to be better tomorrow; you’ll see. Maybe then you’ll relax and tell me what had you so worried.”

“You’re still going to stay home though, right? You can’t rush back to work.”

He laughed. “I’ll call Ben in the morning. If things are going okay over there, then I’ll take another day to recover. Only to make you feel better though.”

It sounded slightly patronizing but she didn’t care as long as he followed through. She relaxed into him, pressing close to the warm of his body and letting his confidence soothe her.

He seemed to get better as the day went on though he was still tired. He took an afternoon nap at her encouragement, but it honestly didn’t take much to get him to go.

While he slept, she started the soup she’d promised. It was a quicker job than the day before and in about three hours she was adding the pasta to finish it. When it was done, she decided to wake him in a special way.

It started with gentle kisses that trailed down his bare chest. His cock woke up before he did, stirring to life and growing long and hard. She encouraged it with her hand, stroking until his eyes opened.

“Didn’t we say no sex until your punishment was over?” he asked, without making any effort to stop her.

“We did, but then you got sick and there’s been no more punishment. I figured we were done.” She looked him in the eyes as she swung a leg across his thighs. She was wearing one of his work shirts with nothing underneath so he could feel her heat pressing against him.

She dropped forward and began to lick and nibble his chest, slowly backing down his legs so she could work her way down. Eventually her mouth found his erection and her tongue lapped at the tip playfully. Then she looked up at him and grinned.

“But I guess if you want me to stop …”

He growled at her, and his hand moved swiftly to grab a handful of her hair and tug her head back down to the hard length that strained for her attention. “The rule never said I didn’t get sex anyway. It was that you didn’t—or no orgasms anyway.”

She took the tip in her mouth and sucked gently until his hips were lifting off the bed and then she let it spring free. “True, but I think enough time has passed that this doesn’t count as ‘after punishment’ right?”

He licked his lips, eyeing her with a piercing look. “I suppose there are extenuating circumstances,” he admitted, grudgingly.

“That’s a good Daddy…” She made a soft purring sound as she leaned in to lap and tease all around the head of his cock. “Since you’re sick, you just let me do all the work now,” she said. Her voice was husky and full of the need she was feeling.

When she had him fisting the sheets and struggling to keep from thrusting deep into her throat, she released him and sat back on her heels. He gave her a look that said she better not be teasing him. She wasn’t.

Charlie grinned before she grabbed the hem of the shirt and pulled it up over her head. When she tossed it to the floor, she was naked. She eased herself down on his hard length. A long low moan of pleasure spilled from her lips as she worked her hips to fully seat herself.

She began to ride him. It was slow and gentle love making, nothing rough that would set him to coughing. She rocked, sliding up and down his length as she leaned forward and braced herself on his chest.

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