Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Memorizing the feel of her body resting on his, Milo stroked her back for a few minutes as she settled into a comfortable position before subsiding into sleep. He could feel her warm breath waft over his skin. Happier than he could ever remember being, Milo allowed himself to drift away as well.
It seemed like only moments later that butterfly kisses landed on the column of his neck. Milo smiled as Riley tugged his shirt to the side to trace his collarbone with her tongue. His cock stirred instantly in response to her touch. Pushing himself upward, Milo reversed their positions so he loomed over her.
“Did you ask for permission to touch Daddy, Riley?” he asked, holding her gaze.
“N-no,” she stumbled over the word.
“Then you must pay the consequence. I’ll charge you one tank top and a pair of black leggings,” he said with mock severity as he stroked a hand down her side.
“That’s dangerous. I have to be at Blaze in an hour,” she hedged.
“What I have in mind won’t take an hour.”
Heat flared to life in her eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
“Shirt and pants, Little girl. Daddy will show you if you’re good.”
“I can be good,” she promised, pushing against his chest to give herself some wiggle room.
Instantly, Milo restrained her hands in one of his as he watched her reaction to being controlled. Again, he saw that flame of desire ignite further. There it is. She does love to be dominated. It was exactly the reaction he loved to see when experimenting with someone new in Shibari.
“Daddy’s in charge,” he reminded her, pressing her hands above her head. “Leave them here for me, Little girl.”
Milo lightly trailed his fingers down her sides. Trapping the hem of her tank top in his hands, he raised the fabric slowly up her torso, revealing colorful tattoos on its path. “So pretty,” he praised.
As he lifted the shirt over her lacy bra, Milo tucked away a bit of insight. His Little girl might like to act tough, but she loved delicate, brightly colored lingerie. He released the material to roughly shift his cock inside his pants. Each new bit of information he learned about her made him want her more. She was like unwrapping a present at Christmas. Milo knew he was going to treasure her.
She watched him carefully. His Little was concerned that he would find her wanting. Milo took care to allow her to see his desire, silently reassuring her as he tugged her top over her head, leaving it bundled around her wrists as if she were actually restrained.
Caressing the flesh he had revealed, Milo praised Riley. “Oh, Little girl. I expected to find you lovely, but I had no idea. I will spend hours tracing your exquisite art with my fingers, lips, and tongue,” he promised, demonstrating each type of touch.
As he glanced at her wrists twisted up in the fabric of her tank top, he knew she was enjoying the restraint. Her breathing was heavy and she was arching her chest. He wondered why she didn’t think she would enjoy Shibari. Had she tried it and had a bad experience?
No way was he going to risk bringing that subject up right now while she was soft and needy under him, but soon.
“Daddy?” she whispered.
“I’m right here, Riley. I’m not going anywhere.”
He smoothed a hand over her stomach, sliding under the stretchy leggings. With a steady pull of the fabric, he uncovered delicate panties in the same vibrant shade of purple as her bra. Curious, Milo glided a hand under her hips to discover a thin line of lace dividing her buttocks. His fingers tugged at the strip, pulling the front between her lower lips. Her answering moan of arousal made his erection jerk.
Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to her mound. Her sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, drawing a groan from his lips. “Baby girl…”
Tugging her pants off the ends of her long legs, Milo wrapped one hand around her ankles and lifted her hips from the comforter as he moved behind her raised legs. As he lowered her back to the mattress, he bent her legs to separate her knees and pressed his head between them. With her calves draped over his shoulders, Milo tugged the soaked fabric to the side.
When Riley reached forward to brush her fingers through his hair, Milo corrected her, “Where are your hands supposed to be, Little girl?”
“Oh!” Riley moved her arms back above her head. She fisted the tangled tank top in her hands.
Tracing her delicate folds with his fingertips, Milo explored her exquisite body. “Damn, baby. You are so beautiful. I need to taste you.”
He covered her mound with one hand to force himself to stop. Milo needed to protect her. “I’m clean, Riley. I was tested a month ago. Is there anything I need to know about you?”