I need to go feral in bed like a restless, overstimulated kitten. I'm not talking sexually (surprise, I fucking know). And I need Simon to lay next to me on his back, one arm tucked behind his head as he observes quietly, all calm and slightly amused at my antics—until he sees that look on my face that makes him sigh in exasperation.
"No. Don't." He warns, already bracing himself for the inevitable. "I'll kick yer little arse, lovie."
But it's too late, and I'm already lunging at him with a playful snarl, pawing and groping at his torso, egging him in to playfight me into submission, knowing fully well only his massive body on top of me can calm me down somewhat.
When I lift his shirt to chomp down on the bit of pudge on his lower tummy, he lets out a rough yelp, cursing under his breath.
"Olright, enough 'o tha'," he growls before using two humble percent of his strength to pin me down underneath his weight until I yield with a helpless soft giggle.
"Every damn time ya gotta be a difficult, little shite," he huffs, nosing along my fluttering pulse.
"But fuck if I don't love to teach ya a good lesson, luv."
And he huffs before sinking his own crooked teeth into my neck.
Daddy dom Price and his sweet, independent girl who can turn her brain off when she’s around him.