Page 48 of His Son's Wife
If I’d had Maya’s temperament he’d have had a cast-iron pan on his head by now. Or worse.
“Daddy,” I began innocently.“You know hormones during this time can make a woman very—needy.”
“Is that right?” he said, placing the book he’d absolutely not been reading on his lap.
I nodded.
“It’s like an itch I just can’t reach.”
The book moved to the table.
“Why don’t you come and sit on Daddy and I’ll see what I can do?”
I stared at him and the dark green armchair.
He reached for his belt and my magazine fell beside my feet.
A pampered pregnancy.
What more could a girl ask for?
Chapter 23
Asher
“Just hold it a little longer, sweetheart. This is good for you,” I said, nodding encouragingly—apparently the action of nodding made the other party more agreeable.
“This is most undignified, Daddy,” she bit out before hissing and closing her eyes.
“An enema is good for you,” I murmured.
One eye opened.
“When was the last time you had one?”
“Two more minutes,” I crooned, ignoring her ridiculous question.
Nothing was going up my arsehole.
“I’m not doing it with you in here, Daddy. I’m drawing a line. A hard line.”
She even raised her finger and drew the line in the air.
I smiled and nodded again, slowly retreating from the bathroom.
“I’ll just be outside.”
My poor sweet innocent Princess had no idea what was about to go inside her next. The remote control vibrations should keep her happy though.
“Don’t listen,” she shouted just as I closed the door.
I chuckled as I went to check on all the items neatly lined up in the drawer beside the bed.
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“Daddy, I really don’t think your warriors will reach Valhalla like this,” she giggled—but that only made her tighten up again.
“You think my dick is this small?” I drawled, smearing more lube on the plug.
