Page 14 of Amelia's Daddy

I nod and take it from him with shaky fingers. “What if I don’t like it?”

“You will, Baby girl.”

He’s awfully confident. He has no idea how picky I am.

Noah finally backs out of the SUV and climbs into the driver’s seat. And we’re off. He looks at me in the rearview mirror. “Sit still, Baby girl.”

I draw in a deep breath through my nose and glance down at myself. That only makes things worse. I’m a ball of arousal. I’m not even sure why. I’ve never felt so Little in my life, and we haven’t even gotten started yet. I’m still wearing a dress and panties.

“Did you know you liked restraints, Amelia?” he asks as if we’re discussing the weather.

I shake my head. The action makes my nipples rub against the nylon.

He chuckles. “It’s only been fifteen minutes since you asked me if our relationship would be sexual, and now you’re fidgeting in the back seat of my car so badly my cock is hard.”

I gasp. His words shock me. I’m glad, though. At least I’m not the only one aroused.

“You do not have permission to orgasm on the way to the ferry, naughty girl, so make sure you rein it in a bit.”

I tuck my bottle between my thighs and grab the straps below my boobs to pull them away from my chest. They’re too tight to give me the relief I need, though. The only thing I accomplish is to make the section across my pussy press firmer.

“Amelia,” Noah admonishes. “Let go of the straps and drink your bottle. If it’s not gone in twenty minutes, I will pull over and spank you. That will give you a reason to fidget.”

My breath hitches. I’m trembling as I pick up the bottle. The butterflies have had babies inside me. His reprimand makes me even hornier.

I’m scared. What if I hate the formula? Tentatively, I lift it to my lips. I’ve never used a bottle before. Not as an adult anyway. I have sippy cups I use when I’m in my Little space, but not bottles.

I pop the nipple in my mouth and give a teeny tiny suck. A few drops of the white substance trickle onto my tongue. It’s vanilla, and it doesn’t make me gag, so I take a stronger draw of it, surprised that it tastes pretty good. Thank goodness. I’m not sure how things would go if I’d hated it.

“How is it, Baby girl?” he asks, glancing at me.

“It’s okay,” I murmur. I try again.

“You’re going to need to suck harder to finish it on time, Amelia. I meant what I said. You have seventeen minutes left.”

I like it when he spanks me, so I’m not sure why he thinks I would do something to avoid the discipline.

He chuckles. “I can tell by your expression that threatening to spank you is not a deterrent. If anything, you’re probably plotting how to ensure I pull over.”

I flush and then giggle. “I like it when you spank me, Sir.”

He shakes his head. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?” He’s grinning, though.

“I hope so.”

This makes him laugh, and he taps his fingers over his lips as though he’s thinking. “Okay, how do you feel about spending the next few hours riding to the ferry without your dress on?”

Wetness runs out of my pussy, soaking my panties further. “That would make it harder for me to keep from coming, but the windows are tinted. I guess no one would see me.”

He groans. “Oh boy. Are you challenging me?”

I shrug. “I think you’re challengingme, Sir.”

He taps his lips again. “So… You’re not bothered by spanking or nudity. Hmm…”

I lift the bottle and take another drink. I think I like it, and I’m hungry. I could totally obey him and finish it before my time is up, but I’m curious what other methods of discipline he has up his sleeve.

“Hmm. Coloring is pretty important to you. I bet you wouldn’t like it if I grounded you from coloring for a week.”