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A spank was appropriate based on what I had witnessed and I huffed as he moaned. “Is that language appropriate?”
No.
I’d witnessed a lecture on that firsthand, although I hadn’t understood the context at the time.
He made a sound that was probably supposed to be a word, but it was not, and his mind did not fill in any details. Pleas for more and begging words were the only thing that were clear, so I gave him additional spanks and imagined sinking two fingers into him.
Yes, he was right.
I was the best Daddy ever.
As his orgasm spilled through him and into me, I gave up all worries and thoughts and let the pleasure finally carry me away. It rolled through the bond, going back and forth between us as it continued to grow until we were both breathless on the bed.
My Wren made a soft content sound and rubbed his face against me. “I never imagined it could be like this…just how much you would make me feel. I knew you’d be special but this is so much more amazing than I ever realized.”
“That’s because you’re amazing. Your laughter. Your passion. You make our bond stronger than I could’ve ever imagined.” Kissing his head, I tried to send him my emotions through the bond even though I wasn’t sure we had the words for them yet.
But no matter what struggles came to us, I knew I was a very lucky mate and I would never forget how fortunate I was to have him in my life.
Chapter 11
Wren
“How many cupcakes are too many cupcakes, Daddy?”
It’d gotten to the point where I needed to tattle on myself and it was time for Daddy to make some rules to protect my tummy.
“If you have to ask that question you have eaten too many, my mate.”
His sigh and general Daddy tone were really on point for someone who’d never been a Daddy before.
“I know. But everyone is so nice and there are so many cupcakes.”
They were all so cute and so much fun.
“I think I should’ve used less council logic and more little with a tummy problem logic and brought you with me today.”
We’d decided we needed to figure out a better way of easing everyone into meeting him than just having him show up. Unfortunately, that was sounding like a terrible decision even if everyone was trying to be nice and their shenanigans were entertaining.
“No more cupcakes, my Wren. Can you explain why there is so much food at the meeting? I understand all Earth events must include food, but cupcakes? And that many of them?”
He asked good questions.
“The gossip I heard was that the dragon that likes baking told someone he was going to bring cupcakes and someone else decided to compete with him. I think they were trying to impress the visiting council members and it got out of control.”
Daddy was quiet for a few moments, but he liked to think, so I was patient.
“Why was the image in your head of snow?”
Oh.
“Um, well I almost said the situation snowballed out of control but I wasn’t sure if that would make sense. So I changed the wording around but the mental picture didn’t change fast enough.”
That probably had been confusing, but in my defense, I wasn’t used to having someone always hanging around in there. It was nice but my head was really busy and I was trying not to drive Daddy nuts.
“Do you have snow?”
He’d picked up a lot of new words and just the most natural ways to say things once we’d started bonding, but I still wasn’t sure what he knew and what he didn’t. Sometimes stuff still surprised him too but it seemed like the spell was finally starting to work as it’d been intended which was making Daddy happy.
