Page 2 of Daddy's Always Right

“At home.”

He holds out my book for me, and I take it from him before shoving it into my bag. I watch as he walks around the front of the truck, and I have to fight the urge to fidget.

“Why don’t you tell me why you want to go to a different library?” Daddy asks as he drives us toward our house. It’s not a short drive since we live outside the city. I go back to fiddling with the end of my skirt because I don’t want to tell him. “Tell me, Princess.” Daddy reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh.

“The librarian has a crush on you. Okay?” I blurt out then fold my arms over my chest and glare out the window.

Daddy lets out a low chuckle, so I whirl around to glare at him instead.

“Watch it, Princess.” He gives my thigh a squeeze, and I drop the glare. Even if I do enjoy spanking, I donotenjoy Daddy being mad at me. I'll do anything to make him happy.Anything.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“It’s all right.” He brushes his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh. He’s always finding ways to touch me, and it makes me feel so special. “We still have our agreement,” Daddy reminds me, and it makes me smile. “That’s part of what we need to talk about when we get home.”

“What do we need to talk about?” I ask, although it’s challenging to think straight when Daddy’s fingers keep drifting higher up the inside of my thigh. I fight not to close my legs even though squeezing them together would help with the throb between them.

“You’re wiggling around a lot.”

“Huh?”

“Are you listening to me, Princess?” Daddy’s fingers slip under my thigh and grip me in a firm hold. I let out a small squeak of surprise.

“I’m trying.”

“It’s because of these books you’re reading. It makes you think of grown-up things. About dating and everything else that comes with it.”

He’s not wrong. It certainly makes me consider it.A lot.

“I knew it.” He sighs and then pulls his hand out from between my legs. I want to grab a hold of it and bring it back.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, Princess. I’m not mad.” Based on his expression, I’m not sure if I believe him. In fact, the whole way home he’s quiet.

When we make it into the house, Daddy takes my wrist and leads me to his bedroom. I’m surprised because I never get to go into his room.

When I walk in, his yummy, comforting smell fills me up. “Are you sure I’m not in trouble?”

“Sit.” He points to the bed then walks over to the sitting area on the other side of the room. He grabs a glass bottle off the table by the window and pours the brown liquid into two glasses. When he comes back and hands me one, I’m hesitant to take it.

“I thought?—”

“You want to do grown-up things.” He motions for me to drink right before he takes his in one big gulp.

I do the same, but the second I swallow I feel the burn. I’m coughing as Daddy fills my glass again.

“It will get you to relax.”

I laugh, and he smirks at me. I love pleasing him, so I repeat the action. Then another until my head feels loopy.

“Wow,” I say more to myself but he takes the glass from my hand. “I do kind of feel more relaxed.

“Now let’s talk about the books.”

“I really like them,” I blurt out. “Ope!” I cover my mouth with my hands.

“It’s fine, Princess.” Daddy sits down and then scoops me into his arms before placing me on his lap. “Why do you like them?” His hand returns to the inside of my thigh, and he’s stroking me.

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