Page 9 of Kenzi's Little Christmas Wish

Chapter 5

Another smack, almost as if to assure her that she had not imagine the first. And then another, each one a little bit more painful than the last, and Kenzi told herself shock was the only reason why she lay still as Damon spanked her hard. She felt his hand come to rest lightly on her ass as he began to knead the abused area gently, almost as if he was soothing the ache he had caused.

“I warned you about acting like a child, didn’t I?” he whispered, as his hand slowly worked her aching ass.

“Yes, Daddy, you did,” she replied just as quietly, the words falling so easily out of her lips. For a brief moment, she wondered if this was what he wanted her to call him, and she hoped she didn’t make him madder at her.

“So are you gonna change?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll change.”

“Good girl,” he complimented, and the sexual tension in the car suddenly went up several notches. His hand slipped underneath her skirt to cover her silk-covered ass, and Kenzi knew there was no way he could escape the fact that she was dripping wet between her legs. She moaned low when his hands drifted briefly across the aching triangle between her legs. But he refused to provide the pleasure she wanted, and she found herself moaning in frustration. He slowly removed his hand and rolled her until she was looking up at him.

Her chest rose and fell in a frenzied rhythm, and she found herself unable to take her eyes off him. At this point, her nipples were hard and aching, and she knew she was almost at the point where she wouldn’t mind begging him to get her off, or at least allow her to get herself off. His smug smile a second later told her he had read her mind and was not letting her get off so easy. He shifted his leg just a bit, and she could suddenly feel the weight of his erection pushing against her back. Then a second later, after he made her feel the one thing she was so desperate for, he pushed her off his legs and back to her seat.

“Come on, we’ve got cooking to do.”

He got out of his side, and she was disoriented enough that he was able to get to her side and open the door before she could make a move. She slowly got out of the car, and stumbled a bit before his very capable hands curved around her waist and gave her the support her legs seemed unable to give at that moment.

“Just need to get something in the back first,” he said, with his hand still holding her. She went with him as he picked up what looked like a grocery bag from the backseat of the car. She then walked by his side as they both went into the building. Every step was a lesson in torture, her proximity to him only serving to heighten her arousal. By the time they reached the door of her apartment, she was just about ready to push him to the wall and let him have his way with her. Only he seemed totally uninterested in that, and as soon as they were inside her apartment, he let go of her. And walked straight into the kitchen.

Kenzi almost went after him immediately, but stopped herself at the last moment. She knew she had to put herself together, put the events that just happened in some perspective. First question; exactly how did she go from hating him to wanting to jump his bones? And the more she thought about it, the more she could not help but admit that the pull had been there from the moment he scolded her for showing up late for work. There was something about his rebuke that had resonated with her sexuality, and the kind of person she was. But it had been easy to tell herself that low tug was her being irritated.

Okay, so she was sexually attracted to him.

No, scratch that. That word was too tame for all the things he was making her feel. The real question was, what was she going to do about it? The answer was just as simple as it was complex. Because she knew that it didn’t matter what she wanted. He was the one in control, the one who could determine what she did or didn’t do. That this turned her on even more was what made all of this so complex.

Taking a deep breath, she walked to the kitchen and saw that he had unpacked the grocery bag he brought with him and already had a fire going.

“I’m making lasagna,” he said, after a few seconds of her just standing at the door.

“Uhmm, do you need my help?” she asked, and then bit her bottom lip as she wondered if he was still expecting her to call him ‘Daddy.’ She had no explanation why she had done so the first time, but his response to the moniker had both emboldened and stimulated her. However, it seemed like he didn’t mind that she hadn’t this time, and he just gave her a small smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this covered.”

She immediately wondered if she had read the situation wrong. Was this sexual to him too, or was she the only one aroused by what had happened in the car? She didn’t mistake the steel length she had felt behind her back, did she? She was still thinking about this when he dumped something in the pot on the stove and came towards her.

“What’s got your mind churning?” he asked, as he placed a hand under her chin and lifted it to peer into her eyes.

“Nothing,” she replied immediately, afraid to leave any more pieces of herself out there for him to claim.

“Lying also gets you spanked, you know,” came his reply, and just like that, the sexual pull was back.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice soft with wanting.

“Because I can, and I want to. That’s the only reason you need concern yourself with. That I get to do what I want to do. You can do that Kenzi, can’t you? Do anything I ask you to do?” His hand went to cup her ass and he pulled her up until their lips were scarce inches apart.

Kenzi nodded mutely.

“Always use your words when you are with me, Kenzi. I love hearing your voice. Hard to hide how you are feeling when your voice takes on a new tremor with your every emotion.”

“Yes, I’ll do anything you ask me to.”

“No, I think you missed something there.”

She looked up at him, wondering when he was going to kiss her. Or would he just keep tempting her with the promise of his lips.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her voice vibrating with her arousal. “I’ll do anything you want me to.”

“Good girl,” Damon said, approval in his gaze. “Now you are going to go in there and have your bath, slip into something better, and then come out so we can eat.”

Kenzi nodded, head still lifted in hope that she would get that kiss... or a touch in certain parts that would ease the ache, even just a bit. But she got none of that, as he turned around on his heels and headed back to the stove, dismissing her.

“And Kenzi,” he called out when she was at the door. “I’ll know if you help yourself to a gift I’m not sure I want you to have just yet.”

She cursed under her breath. Now she could not achieve the release she had been looking forward to. Of course, she could still do it, but she got the feeling he would know if she did. Besides, where was the fun in that?

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