Punkin saunters into her bedroom from brunch as Prince is flipping through the channels on the tv. She kicks her shoes off and leans to greet him with a kiss and he moves back.
"Where have you been?" his voice booms startling her a little.
"I went to brunch with the girls."
"So, you didn't see my calls? Huh?"
Fumbling through her bag, she opened her phone and realized that she had missed calls from him. She climbs into the bed and she slides in his lap. He slides her off and puts her on the empty space in the bed.
"You're mad at me?"
"No" he replies nonchalantly, continuously flipping.
"Yes you are Daddy'"
"No I'm not angry, but I'm getting angry if you keep saying it."
"I'm on punishment. Aren't I?"
Annoyed, he rubs his beard and looks over at her "Did I say that? No I did not." he settles on a movie channel but he can tell Punkin is not gonna settle. She rolls over and her feet touch the floor. She begins taking her clothes off trying to gain his attention.
"Daddy can I do it?" noticing her tactic he smirks. "Use your words. Do what Punkin?"
"Touch myself Daddy. Do I have permission?"
Grazing over her smooth dark cocoa skin, he grins. "No. You can't." Replying flatly. She pouts and slides back onto her side of the bed. Irritated, she pulls out her phone and scrolls through her IG feed.
Looking at her in her little attitude, He smirks. He knows that she is a lil brat and hates being told no. She was such a Princess but he wouldn't have it any other way.
"You know better don't you? You know when Daddy calls, you answer. No excuses."
Pulling her close to him he kisses her. His hands roaming all over her body. His fingertips glide across her breasts, he squeezes her nipple. Arching her back she lets out a soft whimper. The combination of his kisses and his hands was making her juice and her pussy thump.
She ran her hands up her thigh, he popped them. "Move yo fuckin hand"