Page 32 of Brock

Just as he finished shaking the bottle, he saw her stir in the monitor. He headed for the bedroom where his Little doll had rolled to her back and removed her pacifier.

She winced.

He set a knee on the mattress and leaned over her. “Good morning, Little one. Are you sore?”

She shrugged.

He gripped her chin with two fingers. “Suzette…”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sore. Are you happy?”

He chuckled. “No, but you’re going to be a lot sorer now.”

She pushed up onto her elbows. “Why? Are we going to have sex again?”

Did the naughty Little girl actually look excited by the idea? Yes. Yes, she did. He could smell her arousal at the misguided suggestion. “No, my naughty little dirty-minded sex fiend. You’re going to be sore because Daddy is going to spank your bottom for being sassy.”

She gasped. “You can’t spank me.” She pushed her lower lip out in a pout.

“Is that so?” he teased. “Who’s going to stop me?”

She crossed her arms and hmphed. “Meanie. What did I do?”

“Well, first you tried to downplay how your body feels after a long night of rough sex and your first shift, and then you gotsassy about it, so I’d say that buys you twenty swats with my hand on your bare bottom.”

Her mouth gaped open. “Twenty?” Her voice rose, the inflection indicating she was shocked.

“Would you like to make it thirty?”

She dropped her shoulders and shook her head. “No, Sir,” she murmured contritely.

“Come, Little one. Let’s change your diaper and get something in your tummy.” He reached for her, waving toward himself as he stood next to the bed.

She crawled toward him and climbed up his body, settling on his hip.

He kissed her gently before she set her head on his shoulder. “You sure have a lot of rules,” she grumbled.

He patted her bottom. “Yep. Lots of them. You don’t even know them all.”

“Why? I never had so many rules at home.”

He carried her into the nursery and lowered her to the changing table. “Lie back. Arms above your head.”

She eased onto her back, but defiance had definitely crept into her this morning. “You don’t need to restrain me. I won’t fall, Daddy.”

He set her bottle on the shelf under the changing table and narrowed his gaze at her. “Do you think Daddy is going to permit you to second guess him or argue every command?”

“No…” She blew out a breath and lifted her arms.

Brock reached over and secured her wrists to the end of the table, paying close attention to the way her breath hitched and her nipples pebbled. He set a hand on her chest between her breasts, not touching her where she most craved his attention. “Why do you think I restrain your arms over your head, Little one?”

“To keep me from falling,” she retorted, her voice filled with sass. She was really testing him today. And he was okay with that. It was natural. She was testing her boundaries. She was about to meet his palm. That would help humble her.

“Do you usually fall from chairs and tables, Little girl? Are you clumsy?”

She rolled her eyes. “No. So, see? Not necessary.”

He slid his hand up a bit farther, tormenting her breasts. Her heart rate increased, as did her breathing. “How about you tell me the real reason, Suzette. I know you’re a smart girl.” He reached with his pinky and barely flicked her nipple.