She stared at him in shock. “Kent, it’s not that easy.”
He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not?”
“I have no money.”
“I do.”
She sighed. “I’m not letting you pay for college.”
“You are. There is no ‘letting me’ as far as I’m concerned. I’ve made the decision, it’s happening.”
“This is not a dictatorship.”
“Hate to tell you, baby, but in a lot of ways it is. You get your opinion, but I have the ultimate say. This is what you want, I’m going to make it happen for you.”
“We’re not talking about some clothes and a few stuffies, Kent. This is college courses and I’d have to find a job while I’m studying to support myself which may not be that easy and I—”
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bsp; He placed a hand against her mouth. “Listen to me. I’m going to pay for the courses. And I’m going to support you while you go. I want you to be happy, this will make you happy.”
She tugged at his hand and he drew it away. “I don’t want to use you. I don’t want you spending all your money on me.”
He laughed. “Baby, I’ve never worked so hard to spend my money on someone. I’m starting to think I need another rule where every time you argue with me, I get to spank you ten times.”
“I’m not arguing with you about money.”
He kissed her lightly. “You are.”
“Well, crap,” she muttered. Then she fell silent, obviously thinking. He walked over and grabbed the pad of paper he’d left of the sofa, ripped off the top piece with her list of rules and pinned it to the front of the fridge.
“Well?” he asked.
“Thank you,” she said simply. “That’s a really kind thing for you to do.”
“Baby, I have plenty of money, but what I really want is for you to be happy. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He kissed his forehead. “Thank you. Truth is, I’m glad you’re not working at the diner anymore. Gloria was using you, those hours you were working were crazy. I won’t have someone taking advantage of you like that.”
She smiled.
“Now that’s the way I always want my baby to look. Happy and content.” He ran his hand up her thigh, towards her naked pussy. He pushed her legs apart wider so he could stare down at her glistening pussy lips.
“Did this pussy get all wet while my baby was being spanked?” he murmured.
“Daddy!”
“Did it?”
She whimpered.
He ran a finger through her slick folds. “Not answering when I ask you a question is very naughty, by the way. And naughty little girls don’t get to come.”
She groaned. “Yes! Yes, it made me wet. Is that weird?”
He stilled his finger. “Baby, no. Everyone has different needs or desires. What you want is what you want. It’s not wrong. So, I don’t want you to think that way, all right?”