Page 31 of Barron

Barron’s eyebrows shot up. He turned and went mute. No. It wasn’t his imagination.

Yoanni stood on the threshold of his door with no clothes on. The silvery glow streaming through his open window cast curious shapes across her curves and naked form.

The pigtails were gone. Her dark hair fell in waves to her shoulders, and her pert nipples stood upright on small but perfect breasts. He couldn’t see her eyes, yet her full lips trembled. As he glanced down at her rounded tummy, naked mons, and long, shapely legs, he extended a hand to her.

“Princess. Why are you awake?”

“I tried to sleep, but I kept waking up, thinking you were here. Please, Daddy, make love to me like you used to. Help me forget the bad things.”

“Are you sure?”

She moved closer. Yoanni’s beautiful lines became clearer, the glow in her eyes, and the curve of her elegant neck he could nibble for days. Her female aroma wafted to his nostrils… Lord, the scent of her arousal wiped away every bit of resistance in him. Slowly, Barron swiveled his chair to face her.

“I want you closer.”

Yoanni came within touching distance. Staring at her reaction to his touch, he ran the backs of his fingers up and down over a pebbled nipple.

“Oh, yes.” Dropping her head back, she sighed to the ceiling.

Barron had no more resistance. “I’m not made out of iron. I have to love you.”

She locked eyes with him. “I wish you’d stop talking.”

“There she is, my sassy girl.” Laughing, he stood, and she squealed. “Too late, Nugget. You’ll get what you came asking for and more.” He grasped her waist and butt, then lifted her over his shoulder.

“What do you mean more?”

“How soon we forget. Sass gets a spanking.”

“Nooo.” She kicked her legs in fake resistance, but he slapped her ass for real. Her firm cheek jiggled a bit under his hand, and he nearly climaxed where he stood. Fuck, it had been so long.

“Your bed is the closest.” His heart danced as he stomped down the hallway to her bedroom.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Yoanni had pushed for what she wanted and got it. If Barron kept his promises as he had in the past, she could count on a little extra in the form of a sexy spanking coming her way.

After he tossed her over his shoulder, she suppressed a triumphant laugh as he carried her to her bedroom—arms and hair dangling and her chest flopping against Barron’s back.

Happiness, excitement, and anticipation vibrated throughout her.

Barron was going to love her again.

At last!

Once more, she would know the pleasure of his sexy fingers, calloused yet somehow gentle, caressing her skin and exploring the folds of her sex. The feel of his tongue licking everywhere in his quest to arouse her would drive her mad. Ah, yes…she couldn’t wait for those tiny nibbles and quick pinches on her nipples and clit. She remembered how he shifted and pressed himself against her as he splayed her pussy, and his heavy cock invaded her depths one agonizing inch at a time, making her forever his.

Yoanni had ached for Barron day after day, during endless weeks and months. In moments, his love and domination would end the terrible sex drought.

He strode into her bedroom and kicked the door closed before he flung her to the center of the bed, where she bounced gently.

The question burned on her lips. “Why did you close the door?”

“Caesar isn’t used to this kind of commotion, and I remember how you get.” He grinned, putting his fists on his hips. “I don’t want to freak him out.”

Leaning on her elbows, she pushed herself upright. “I see. You’re more concerned about Caesar than me.”

He laughed. “Come on, baby girl. You know better than that.” He slowly peeled off his shirt.

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