Daddy's Perfect Match

Chapter 23

James's Point of View

10:55. Time to finally stop working. I tried to get as much done as possible tonight so I can have some quality time with my baby tomorrow.
I lean back in my office chair and imagine how I'm going to spank her.
I hear the rapping of little knuckles on my front door and I practically run down. I stumble a little on the stairs. Geez I'm getting old. I remember being 16 and never imagining I would some day be an ancient 30 year old. Good thing my kitten doesn't seem to mind.
I open the door to my angel, blue nighty on, Kip in hand. She looks very angelic and a little angry.
"You didn't answer my texts" shit.
"I'm sorry baby, I turned off my phone to get some work do- "
"I needed you" her voice breaks and she dives into my chest.
"Oh baby" I hold her close and shuffle us toward my couch "what is it?"
I sit down and pull her into my lap. She buries her head on my shoulder.
"My mom is being a bitch"
"Baby..."
"I mean, she's being a stupid head"
"How so?"
"She took away my gloves and so I cried and after dinner she lectured me and said if I didn't toughen up I was never gonna make it in the real world. She said I'll never get a job or have a real relationship or anything if i stay this wussy. She said bosses and boyfriends will take advantage of me. Are you taking advantage of me? "
"Of course not pumpkin. It's only been a few days and I'm already falling for you"
She locks her misty eyes with mine
"Really?"
"Yes, really"
"Me too daddy"
I hand her a box of tissues and she cleans her face. She falls back onto my chest and snuggles in.
I rub her back in slow circles. She sniffles occasionally, but I can feel her calming down.
"Sweetness, I think you're a prime candidate for some hot chocolate therapy"
"Hot chocolate therapy?"
"Yes baby. Let me up and I'll go make you and Kip some hot chocolate."
She presses a parting kiss to the base of my throat and climbs off. That little kiss makes the task more than worth it.
When the hot chocolate is done I stalk back toward the couch when I hear a low whisper. Charlotte is gossiping to her bear
"Isn't he a good daddy? He's the best. Kip, I know it's fast but I think I'm falling in love with him. Don't tell, okay?"
"Hot chocolate!" I announce. Her whole body makes a little jump of surprise before she turns to me.
"It's even in a sippy cup! Thank you daddy!"
I hand her the hot chocolate, sit down, and pat the spot next to me. She crawls over and comes up under my outstretched arm. She twists so her weight is pressed against my side and she drinks her cocoa as she cuddles into my chest.
Contentment.
I ruffle the crown of her head and drink in the feeling. Her warmth against my side, our heartbeats, those adorable little sucking noises she's making, my achy erection. Oops.
"Baby"
"Mmmmmm" she says around her bottle
"I haven't forgotten your spanking"
She pulls her mouth of the plastic teat to let out a breathy "oh".
Her cheeks tinge pink and she wiggles a little against my side.
I take her now empty bottle and set it on the coffee table.
"Stand up sugar"
First, she takes Kip and turns him so he's facing into the corner of the couch.
Dammit she's cute.
Very carefully, she braces her hands on my thigh and wobbles to her feet. She stands before me, nibbling her lip and looking tantalizing. I grab her wrists and massage her inner arm with my thumb.
"If you say no or ouch I'm not going to stop or slow down"
She looks horrified. Why did I start with that?
"I mean, I mean, baby don't worry. If you say yellow, I'll slow down, and if you say red I will stop and we'll talk about it, ok? Those are safe words so if you want to say no as part of the play, I'll know. I won't be mad if you tell me to stop, but I do want you to push your comfort zone a little"
"Are we gonna have sex?" She's so quiet she sounds like she doesn't want to be heard.
"No buttercup. You're not ready"
She leans in a little and runs a finger over the neckline of my tshirt.
"Shouldn't I decide if I'm ready?"
"Are you?"
"No" she giggles and runs her fingers over my neck, my ears, my hair.
I scoot forward a little on the couch.
"Ok Miss Procrastination. Across my lap."