Page 70 of Daddy's Laws

Lifting his head, he stared down at her, one eyebrow raised in a way that had her tummy jumping. “Is that how you talk to me, princess?”

Heat flooded her cheeks at the gentle reprimand. And for once, she didn’t feel the urge to push his buttons. Maybe the answer to her brattiness had been multiple orgasms all this time.

Who knew?

“No, Daddy. Sorry.”

“Good girl.” He brushed his lips over hers. “What do you want to do this afternoon? We can go out again, or we can stay in, watch some movies, and eat junk food until we can’t move.”

“That one.” The suggestion had her sliding easily into her Little space. “I want chocolate and sour gummies and popcorn and—”

“You can have popcorn andonetype of candy, little girl.”

“But yousaid.”

“I said junk food until we can’t move, not junk food until we puke. But first things first, we both need a bath.”

In one ridiculously smooth move, he rolled them both off the bed and scooped her up in his arms. Squealing with delight, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight as he carried her into the bathroom.

“What color bubbles this time, princess?”

“Ummm. green!”

“Green it is. Why don’t you go potty and I’ll get the tub ready.”

She rolled her eyes when he placed her on her feet beside the toilet. “I don’t need to pee.”

“You sure? You had all that juice this morning and you didn’t go before your nap.”

There was a definite pressure in her lower abdomen telling her he was right, but it was soembarrassingto be reminded to use the bathroom like a child. And like a child who hated being told what to do, even if she knew he was right, she dug in her heels. “I don’t need to pee.”

Looking up from where he’d perched on the side of the tub, Daddy smiled. Not a full on smile, but the kind where just one corner of his mouth titled up, like he had a secret she didn’t know. “If you’re going to be this stubborn about using the potty like a big girl, perhaps you don’t need candy after all.”

As far as threats went, it was effective. In a flash, she was seated on the toilet, her face flaming hot.

“Thank you for listening to Daddy, princess.”

Because she didn’t trust herself not to say something that would end up with her sitting in a tub of hot water with a welted bottom, she chose to ignore him. Luckily, by the time she was finished, their bath was ready, and she was able to climb in immediately without really looking at him.

He slid in behind her, his prickly chest pressing against her back as he picked up a washcloth and lathered it with body wash.

“I think my good girl deserves a reward for obeying her Daddy.”

“A reward?” Some of the embarrassment faded in light of this new information. “What kind of reward?”

“Your choice. I can make you come again, right now, or you can choose a second type of candy at the store.”

The washcloth was working its way over her breasts, which were still overly sensitive from her wake-up call. She felt that tug, low in her belly, and she knew exactly which reward he wanted her to choose.

So, obviously, she had to choose the other.

“Candy, please,” she said primly, scooping up a handful of bubbles to play with.

“Hmmm. Are you sure, princess?” His question was accompanied by the brush of the washcloth over her nipples, and she couldn’t quite keep herself from shivering in response.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“As you wish,” he said with a sigh.

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