Chapter 170

(Dean POV)

The satiating alcohol flavor coats my tongue as my lips press to

the rim of the tipped glass in my hand. Traveling down my throat,

the liquid slightly burns the surface. I sit on the couch, with a bottle

of tequila situated on the coffee table in front of me, as I wait for

the love of my life to return home. We have both mastered the act of "daddy" and "kitten" during our love making. Especially when having BDSM sex. My excitement awakens when

my ears pick up the sound of the door clicking open, and the door

closes after. Following that, the sound of footsteps are heard,

heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The familiar figure steps

into the living room where I am.

"Hi," she says softly.

A smile appears across my face. "Hi, kitten. Mmm, come here, and

sit on Daddy's lap."

Inhaling sharply, she removes her shoes to set them aside. She

saunters over to me and perches on my lap. My