Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Phoenix thought it would be best if he kept his Little girl squirming while he fed her lunch, so instead of pulling her jeans back up while she was still draped over his lap, he removed her shoes, jeans, panties, and socks.

"Daddy?" Her breath hitched.

He stood her on her wobbly legs, pulled her shirt over her head, and unfastened her bra next. He loved the way she shivered.

"Why are you taking my clothes off, Daddy?"

"Because I want to see your red bottom while we eat lunch." He cupped her breasts, enjoying the way her breath hitched as she rose onto her toes. "I like to watch your tight little nipples, too." He flicked them both.

"Daddy…" she whined.

"What, Little one?" he asked with mock innocence.

"You know what . I'm sure you're aware I got aroused while you spanked me." Her cheeks turned dark pink. Adorable.

"I'm definitely aware, Crash."

"Are you going to make love to me, then?"

"Not right now, Little one. Right now, I'm going to feed you while you squirm. If you're a good girl and eat all of your lunch, maybe Daddy will let you come before your nap."

Damn, she was cute, with her eyes wide and her jaw dropping. The little moan that escaped her lips only made his cock harder. He was definitely doing the right thing.

He stood and took her hand. "Come." He guided her toward the small table in the kitchenette, lifted her onto one of the chairs, and kissed her briefly. "Don't move."

She was panting as he left her there.

He was quick to grab one of the pretty nighties he'd ordered for her from a drawer in his room. He hadn't shown her any of the things he'd purchased yet.

When he returned and held up the thin white lingerie, her eyes bugged out. "Where did you get that?"

"I might have done some shopping behind your back, Crash. You didn't have pretty nighties, so I bought some. Arms up."

When she obediently lifted her hands above her head, he slid the thin, sheer lingerie down her body.

She looked down and gasped. "It's see-through." She shuddered.

It certainly was, and sexy as hell. It also would hang barely past her bottom if she were standing.

She tried to tuck it under her, but he swatted her hands away. "Leave it, Crash. I want your bare bottom on the seat to remind you of your spanking."

She trembled. "I'm going to get the chair all wet," she murmured.

"That's okay." He grinned and turned toward the refrigerator to pull out the plate of finger foods he'd ordered earlier in the day for her lunch.

When he set the plate in front of her and added a sippy cup of water, she narrowed her gaze at him. "You knew this was going to happen."

He feigned ignorance, eyes wide. "What are you talking about, Crash?"

She rolled her eyes. "You knew you were going to spank me and make me eat naked in the apartment. When did you decide that, Daddy?"

"The moment I got the notice that you were dragging your cello outside to play under the tree." He tapped her nose. "And you're not naked. I put a pretty nightie on you."

"At lunchtime," she pointed out.

"Are there rules about when naughty Little girls should wear pretty lingerie while their Daddies watch them eat?" he teased.

She shivered, and he was pretty sure her gorgeous nipples stiffened further. There was no way for her to hide them. Her sexy breasts looked heavier and jiggled in a way that reinforced the fact that he was going to need to get his own release when he was done fingering her to orgasm.

He pointed at her plate to remind her. "If you eat everything like a good girl, Daddy will play with your sexy body until it sings before your nap."

She giggled. "Is that supposed to be an instrument joke?"

He shrugged. "Depends. Was it any good?"

She giggled again. "I guess." Her renewed squirming told him everything he needed to know.

He pointed at the plate that consisted of baby carrots, apple wedges, a turkey and cheese sandwich cut into triangles, and a chocolate chip cookie. "Is there anything on the plate you don't like, Crash?"

She shook her head. "No, but my tummy is doing flips. How am I supposed to eat while you have me so aroused?"

"You'll find a way." He returned to the fridge, grabbed the second plate he'd ordered for himself, and joined her.

She sat tall and straight, probably from years of excellent posture to play the cello. There was one exception, though. Her knees were clamped together. She certainly didn't sit that way when she was playing.

"Pretend you're practicing your cello, Crash. Spread your thighs wide for me while you eat."

Her breath hitched, and she grabbed the edge of the table. "Daddy…"

He lifted a brow when she met his gaze.

She whimpered, but she obeyed him. A few seconds later, she reached for one of the carrots. "You don't play fair, Daddy," she grumbled.

"Nope." He grinned wide and picked up his sandwich. He was going to have just as much trouble swallowing as her, with his body so rigid with need, but if he expected her to eat under these circumstances, he would do so, too.