Page 25 of His Little Turquoise
She tips her head over to look down. “I’m not sure I could even get up here without a boost or a stool.”
“And you will not be doing so, Little one,” I remind her. I’m holding her bottle in the hand by her hip. I use my otherhand to turn her head toward me and give her a stern look that never fails to make her heart rate pick up. “Hard rule, Mia. No climbing on furniture. I mean it.”
She rolls her eyes. “It’s not like I would actually fall and get hurt, Papi.”
I lift both brows.
She sighs dramatically as her shoulders fall. “Okay, okay. I won’t climb on the furniture.”
“You won’t need to anyway. You’ll have plenty of toys on the floor. Everything you could possibly want is already at my home waiting for you to arrive.”
“Really?” She lights up a bit. “Even though you will have been gone three years? Won’t it be dusty?”
I chuckle. “My home is being taken care of by other people in my absence. And I didn’t leave everything you would need in place. I placed orders for it to be delivered before we arrive.”
“Oh.” She reaches up to rub her eyes and then runs her fingers through her gorgeous hair, pulling it over her shoulders.
I laugh as I catch her hand with mine and pull it away.
“What?” she asks with feigned innocence.
I tip my head back and laugh again before confronting her. “Mia, you can’t fool me.”
“What did I do?” She looks away, fidgeting her hands in her lap.
I sober a bit and lift a brow. “You’re breaking a lot of rules, Little girl. Do you need another spanking?”
She squirms on my lap, but she doesn’t try to continue with her lies. “Can I have a shirt, Papi?” she asks softly.
I lift her hair back over her shoulder, exposing her chest before cupping one of her breasts and thumbing her nipple.
Her breath hitches, and she reaches to push my hand away.
“Hands in your lap, Mia,” I say sternly.
She whimpers as she obeys me. “Sorry, Papi. It’s weird.”
“I know it feels strange now, but you’ll get used to it.” I consider telling her about the nipple piercings she will wear but decide against it. I’ve put enough on her plate so far.
“That will take a long time,” she informs me.
I chuckle. “In the meantime, I’ll braid your hair back so you can’t hide these pretty titties behind it. You will leave them alone. Touching them with your hair is the same as touching them, Little one.”
She swallows.
“And then you lied about it,” I point out with my raised brow.
She lowers her gaze. “Are you going to spank me again?”
“Nope. This time I’m going to punish you in a different way.” I set her bottle down on the end table and rise to carry her to the kitchen counter. “First, I’m going to wash your face. You rubbed your eyes, and mascara smudged around your eyelids.”
“Oh.” She lifts her hands to her face. “It must look awful. I should fix it.”
I sit her on the counter next to the basin. I won’t give her a bath right now because she needs to eat and sleep. I just want to wash her face.
She looks around. “Where is my purse?”
“It’s in the bedroom with your dress. Don’t worry.” I turn on the water and grab a washcloth.
