Daddy's Angel (Montana Daddies 7)

“Really? It’s never brought up again?”

“No. I would take you in my arms, cuddle you close and remind you that you’re my special, good girl.”

“That sounds nice,” she murmured.

“It is.”

She blushed. “I’m okay with all that. I always have my safeword.”

“Always.”

“Now, other rules. You know how I feel about lies. No lying. Ever. You can tell me anything. All right?”

She nodded. “I know.” She got it. She didn’t like lies either.

“No putting yourself down.”

That might be a bit harder, but she’d try.

“When you’re Little, I expect you to call me Daddy.”

“Okay.” She felt her cheeks go red.

“We need to talk about adjusting your sleep. Sleepwalking can be due to fatigue. You need to get more rest.”

He’d been doing research into sleepwalking. Damn, that was sweet.

“We’ll start off with some afternoon naps.”

“What? No! I don’t need to take naps.”

“Baby, you’re exhausted. There are dark smudges under your eyes. You don’t sleep well. Naps will help.” He gave her a stern look.

Well, that just sucked.

“I don’t want you exercising to the point of exhaustion like the other day. I’d prefer you exercise with me so I can keep an eye on you, but I won’t go that far. Yet. I find out you’ve pushed yourself too far, we’re going to adjust that, understand?”

“Yes.” She didn’t push herself that hard very often so she didn’t think it would be a problem.

“Any questions for me?”

“Umm, yeah, should we talk about sex?”

He tilted his head to one side. His lips tilted up at the corner. “Yeah. We can do that. You might not have much experience, but have you had fantasies?”

“F-fantasies?”

“Yeah.” He ran his thumb over the back of her hand. “Ever dream of being restrained? Of role play? What do you think about when you get yourself off?”

“Bain! I can’t talk about that!”

He raised his eyebrows. She squirmed on the stool.

“Tell me,” he said huskily.

“I guess I’ve thought about being restrained,” she said, sounding slightly breathless. “And dominated.”

“Good.” His grin was almost wolfish.