Page 24 of Daddy, Take Me Away
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Hugs you may have in spades.”
When he pulled her to him, she came willingly, flopping sideways against his chest, burrowing against the side of his neck before the dam of her tears broke again. She cried against his collar, one small hand rising to cup the other side of his throat, holding onto him as he rocked her. Kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, the tip of her nose. He stopped himself before his mouth stole this chance to drink from her tear-damp lips.
“It’s all right,” he soothed. “Daddy has you, and you’ll always be safe with Daddy.”
Safe, protected… cared for in every way he could think of… until the day she went home.
He locked that out of his mind. Wrapping both arms around her, he held her as close as she could come, tucked up tight against his heart, and he didn’t let go until Chloe grudgingly pushed away far enough to sit up.
Scrubbing at her face with the backs of both hands, she studied her hands. “I’m sorry I broke your rules. I ignored you and did my own thing because… because…” Her brow furrowed as she thought. “I don’t know why I did it. It’s just…” Another tear broke free, but she quickly swiped it away, and finally huffed, “I’ve been taking care of myself my whole life. I guess I’m not used to rules.”
“I suggest you get used to them, or you’re going to spend an awful lot of the next week right here, just like this.” Hamish tipped his head, wanting to see her expression better. His hand caressed down her back, coming to rest on her hip. “How does knowing that make you feel?”
For the first time, she stole a peek at him. Point one in his favor: she didn’t look frightened, mad, outraged, or even just a tiny bit uncertain. Rolling her shoulders, she confessed, “I’ve never done this before. I’m a little scared, I guess. ‘Specially because, I’ve, um… never, um…” She was fighting hard not to look at the buttplug on the table.
“I know, and I’m sorry.” He wasn’t arrogant enough to believe he’d earned the precious gift that was her trust so soon. “It won’t be comfortable. That’s what makes it a good punishment. But I want you to know, I’ll go slow and I promise, I will never give you more than you can take. All right?”
Drawing a deep breath, she nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
That her body relaxed a bit then, pleased him. It meant in some part of her, their limited associate notwithstanding, she did trust him. Or at least, she was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Otherwise she would not be this calm.
“Good lassie.” He stroked her back again, patting her hip. “When you’re ready for us to proceed, stand up. Until then, Daddy’s here. Do you have any questions? Do you want to know what’s going to happen?”
Chloe shook her head, then stood. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
“Are you sure? I’ve got no problem hugging you a while longer.”
She rolled her shoulders again. “If it’s all the same to you, Daddy, can we just get it over with? I don’t like waiting. It just makes things… scarier.”
She didn’t look scared though. Mostly, that flicker in her uncertain gaze bespoke nervous anticipation. He’d known enough brats in his time. While at his height of living the kinky lifestyle, he’d gotten good at telling a Little who couldn’t wait to get into trouble from one who just wanted their discipline done and over with. Something told him Chloe was very much in that latter group. It was all over her face and that tight grimace that pulled at the corner of her mouth. She wanted it finished so she could crawl back into Daddy’s arms, cry out all her tears of shame, and finally be Daddy’s good little girl again.
Hamish couldn’t have been more proud of her for that.
“Are you sure?” he asked, and she nodded. He couldn’t have been more proud of her for that, either. “All right, then.” Drawing his legs together, he patted his lap. “Let’s begin.”
Chapter Thirteen
Wrapped once more so warm and safe in Hamish’s arms, Chloe sat naked on his lap, just soaking up his gentle cuddles. The sting and throb in her thoroughly punished bottom still pulsed in that wounded, erotic way that had her pussy so confused. Never had she felt anything like this from anyone or anything, not even in between the pages of the hottest, most erotic fantasy Daddy Dom book she'd yet read.
She felt loved, even knowing that wasn’t possible after so little time.
She felt connected, cherished and so… so accepted in ways she couldn’t put into words.
His arms were warm and strong, wrapped all around her, holding her head to his chest and her much smaller body snug against his. He rocked her, gentle side-to-side motions that made her feel the way she had when she was a little girl, being rocked on Grandpa’s lap the way he’d done the summer she’d spent on the farm with him. Starved for this kind of attention, she’d practically lived on his lap for the two months that she’d been there. She was still starved for it, it seemed, and it was as if Hamish instinctively knew how best to fill those needs.
She could die here, just like this. In his arms, on his lap, his slow, easy breaths playing with her hair, the occasional press of his lips on her forehead never failing to make her wish she could just lift her chin and touch her lips to his. Just the thought made her toes curl and her fingers clench in the folds of his shirt.
She wanted to burrow into him.
She wanted it never to end.
But all too soon, it did.
With one last stroke of his hand over her hair and down her back, he patted just above her hip. “Get up.”
She didn’t want to move, but she didn’t want another spanking more.
Sniffling, she obeyed. Oh god! There was a wet spot on his thigh, right where she’d been sitting. She’d left a wet spot on his leg!
