Page 91 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Why do you think she’s happy?”
“Cause she’s with her Daddy,” I answered honestly. “There’s nowhere better to be.”
I stared in the full-length bathroom mirror. Nerves danced in my tummy. I had bought sexy lingerie from one of the small shops after dinner and I really wanted Daddy to like it. The evening so far had been perfect and romantic. The reservations were actually for the musician he’d hired through the restaurant. The woman sang all of our special songs, including our wedding song. He and I had danced around the small outside area. I knew it would always be a special memory for us.
I stepped out of the bathroom, trying to look much more confident than I felt.
“Fuck me, little one,” Daddy growled from where he was sitting on the bed.
“Y-you like it?” I pulled the lacy red hem down just a bit.
“Yes, baby, I like it very much.”
The corners of my mouth fought a smile. Daddy stood and walked toward me slowly. His gaze was heated, and judging by his erection, he was just as needy as I was. He was so intense that I instinctively took a step back.
He raised an eyebrow and the right side of his mouth twitched.
I took another step back. I didn’t know what had gotten into me.
“Oh, babygirl. Are you sure you want to run from Daddy?”
I was very sure I didn’t want to run from him, but my feet betrayed me and I turned around, heading back toward the bathroom suite. I only made it a few steps before Daddy caught me by my curls. His corded arm wrapped around my chest to keep me from snatching my hair in his hold.
“Oh, naughty girl,” he teased as he lifted me off my feet.
He carried me to the bed and tossed me down on my back. The teddy rode up, leaving my pussy and butt exposed.
“Hmmm,” he said as he pressed his body over mine. “I think maybe I should spank your ass for running from me.”
I writhed under him, my core throbbing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my cunt against him.
“So naughty,” he said, flipping me on my belly and snatching the teddy off.
I gasped at the sound of the new fabric ripping. “Elliot!”
“Collateral damage,” he mumbled as he pressed kisses down my spine. I shivered as his beard scratched my sensitive skin. “And my name is Daddy, Tinsley. Make that mistake again and tonight will go very differently.”
My pussy dripped at his firm rebuke. “Yes, Daddy.”
Smack.
The sound registered before the stinging did. I cried out.
Smack. Smack.
Two more swats fell, causing me to kick out. Daddy’s big hand stroked down my ass and curved under me. “You’re so wet for me, Tinsley.”
“For you, Daddy,” I agreed, lifting my hips back and trying to get the friction I needed.
Thick fingers pushed inside of me, making me grip the sheets in my hands.
“Are you still sore, baby?”
I was, just a tiny bit. “I want you, Daddy.”
“You’re not too sore?”
“No! Please fuck me! Please,” I begged, almost sobbing with need.
