"Little girl be good for daddy. Don't be a brat. If you're a brat we can't get any stuffies." Daddy said in his stern voice, instantly making me melt. "Understand?" He questions making me nod. "Use your words little angel." He commands. "Yes daddy, I understand. I'm sorry." He smirks before pulling me close, leaning down to my ear, feeling his lips against my ear, "And little girl? Stop pouting."