Page 62 of Monster Daddies
I shake my head, trying not to be amused by her adorableness.I would have shown you. You should have woken me up.
You were sleeping so peacefully, and I know you barely slept last night…
I can hear the guilt in her words, and I hate it.From now on, you will wake me up before leaving our bed, or there will be consequences.
What kind of consequences?she asks.
The kind that ends with you face down over Daddy's lap with my hand spanking your cute little ass,I growl.
That doesn't sound like much of a threat,she teases.
With barely a thought, I'm out of bed and fully clothed in jeans, a t-shirt, and my favorite boots. I can feel her amusement at my surprise. One second, I'm thinking about getting dressed, and the next, I'm wearing what I planned to put on from my closet. I don't know why I thought it would take me a while to figure out how to use the magic Sera shared with me, but I did.
I shared my control with you. Trust me, the learning curve isn't fun. Thanks to me, you got to skip several steps. You're welcome,she says with no small amount of sass.
I make my way to the kitchens and find my mate covered in flour with the pastry chef angrily staring her down. I narrow a glare at the insolent wolf. I have to remind myself that he doesn't know that Sera is my mate. No one, except Saint, knows of her existence… yet.
"Is there a problem?" I ask.
"Yes! This woman is making a disaster of my kitchen. Dessert will be late because of her nonsense!" he snarls.
Sera doesn't stop what she's doing or even flinch at his anger. She continues working her dough seemingly without a care, but I can sense her irritation through our bond.
"There's plenty of kitchen to share." I wave a hand at all the empty counter space on the other side of the room.
He scoffs. "This is my workstation!"
I narrow my eyes and growl. "Watch your tone when you speak to your king."
His whole demeanor changes immediately. "I'm sorry, Your Highness."
"It's not me you should be apologizing to." I tip my head to Sera, who is humming happily as she spreads something on the flattened dough.
The chef grits his teeth but apologizes. Sera finally turns and looks at the pastry chef with a slight smirk. "You're forgiven, but you really shouldn't be so rude. You'll never make friends that way."
I have to choke back my laughter at the look on the chef's face. She's not wrong. Everyone in the kitchens hates him. Hell, I can't even remember his name, only that he makes delicious desserts.
He huffs and turns without a word, moving to the opposite side of the kitchen. I move in behind Sera and wrap my arms around her. "What are you making, my mate?"
"My mom's cinnamon honey-buns. I woke up craving them."
I laugh because I know exactly why she's craving them. She was literally dreaming about eating them while I had an impossible conversation with her mother. I'm still uncertain how, but I have a feeling that anything is possible when it comes to my mate.
Once the tray of honey-buns is in the oven, she turns to me with a curious gaze. "So, are you going to tell me about the whole Daddy thing?"
I'm not sure why I'm surprised by her blunt approach, but I am. I figured this was something I'd ease her into with a few hints here and there, and then a more in-depth conversation when she's comfortable with the idea of things. Of course, my girl would want to get things out in the open right away. I can't say I'm disappointed in that since it means I can Daddy her faster.
I pull her to the table where the chefs sometimes eat when they don't feel like leaving the kitchens. I sit with her on my lap. She immediately relaxes into my arms, filling my heart with happiness.
"I'm a Daddy Dom."
She purses her lips and nods. "It's your kink?"
"It's more than a kink. It means that I want to care for you on a deeper level. Yes, I'm a dominant like most Alphas and will be in charge, but unlike the type of Dom that only practices during scenes or sex, this is all the time. No scenes, a twenty-four/seven dynamic between us."
She nods. "Okay."
My brows raise and my mouth opens as I sputter. "Okay? That's it?"
