Page 69 of His Lucky Babygirl

“There’s a word for that. It’s called anxiety.”

“Well I don’t like it.”

“What do you do to deal with it?”

“I don’t.”

“That doesn’t seem so wise.”

“I’m good with hiding until it goes away.” She knew that plan was flawed.

“Daddy won’t allow that. Pick an alternative.” He wasn’t budging.

“Option three. Or six, that’s a good number.”

“Buttercup, you're walking a fine line with me. Keep it up and you'll find out what else that chair I made you is for.”

“You think a chair is going to make me face my anxiety? I didn’t know you carved magic,” she winced as the words left her mouth.

“Okay.” Wes grabbed her hips, lifting her off of him and placing her on the floor. He stood, towering over her with a wicked glint in his eyes. “You asked for it.”

She did, she baited him and he met her in the middle. Taking her hand when words failed and leading her in every way.

He turned Melody away from the chair, placing her hands above her to hold the frame. “Don’t move.”

With easy movements he methodically secured velcro straps to her thighs, wrists, and ankles as a wide smile curled his lip and his thick fingers sank into her hair.

“Melody," the commanding call of her name instantly settled inside her. A place was sparked to life the moment she landed over his lap.

Melody turned her gaze up toward him. She allowed him to see the amusement and sass without shame in her eyes. “Yes, Daddy?” she teased.

The first heavy-handed blow pinked the curve of her ass. The second was against her thighs.

Melody whined and heat bloomed at her core. She pressed her thighs together unsure if she needed or wanted more. But she wasn’t ready for him to stop.

She craned her neck and met his eyes. “Are those butt love taps?” Melody looked at him sweetly. “I’ve gotten spanked harder by the toddlers in my class.”

“Is that so?” A whine escaped her lips as his fingers sank into the fleshy curve of her ass, his grip firm and unyielding.

“Daddy.”

“Yeah, you're begging for it,” he growled, the sassy way honorific tone fell off her tongue made him hard. He couldn’t wait to fuck it out of her. “First, how do you feel, Mel?"

Her sassy comeback withered away and she smiled up at him. He always put her care before his own. The little things didn’t go unnoticed.

“I'm good enough to play, Sir.”

“Color?”

“Green.” She answered him without hesitation.

“What's your number?”

“Four… Maybe”

“Do you feel comfortable with a blindfold?”

“Um,” she hesitated. “No blindfold, please. I’ll be a good girl and close my eyes.”

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