Page 26 of Bound to the Daddy

With all their money and influence, what does someone like me even offer them? A pet project, no doubt. It has to be the only reason he insists on helping me. A nobody. Turning to look out the window, I absently chew on my thumbnail as the scenery whizzes by.

Soon, I’ll be back at his house, my bottom bared, and his hand crashing against the skin. How badly will it hurt? I know he said it would be less than his belt, but I have nothing to compare this with. Unfortunately, when I don’t have all the data, it just makes my mind whirl until something fills the gaps.

“Steph. You’re doing it again.”

I slip my finger from out of my mouth. “Doing what?” Can he really tell I’m overthinking? Am I that transparent?

“You’re chewing your nails even after I told you not to. Look at them.”

Pulling my hand back, I stare at the ragged nail beds and groan. They looked so pretty, too. At least, they did until afterI got fired. Once that happened, nothing else really registered. The tips are puffy, swollen, and an angry shade of red.

One is so chewed down that a smear of blood runs along the edge. How did it get this bad? Why didn’t I stop when I felt the pain? Or did I even feel the pain?

Again, my gut flips as I think about the razors waiting for me. Is it possible to be so accustomed that I just don’t even notice it anymore? That indeed is a troubling prospect.

“What has you so distressed? I thought we put all that to rest with our conversation.”

“It’s the spanking thing. I- I just don’t know what to expect.”

The frown he gives me makes my stomach flip, but in a far more inappropriate manner. How the hell can I be so scared and yet so turned on at the same time? It makes no sense to me.

“Would it help you if I turned you over my knee and spanked you now instead of waiting until we get to my office?”

My eyes widen as I glance over at the shielded window. “You can’t possibly do that here. Everyone will see. Your driver will know…” As terrified as I am of him spanking me with those strong hands of his, I’m even more distressed at the idea of someone else seeing me.

“No one can see into this car. As for the driver, with the shield in place, he cannot see or hear anything happening in the back seat. Why, I could fuck you hard and long and he’d only think we were back here having a business meeting.”

My mouth goes dry at his pronouncement. “Why would he think that?” My voice is hoarse, barely a whisper.

Arousal gathers at my core, smearing against the crotch of my underwear. I’m so unbelievably wet and achy, soaked even. And this man hasn’t even touched me.

“Because,” Mr. Rothsbourne growls out, his lips twisting into a wolfish grin. “He thinks whatever I tell him to think. I pay him too well to have him give voice to his own thoughts. Now then.Do you want to get this over with? Or do you want to sit and stew? Choice is yours. Whichever you choose, though, you will not be allowed to keep chewing on your nails.”

My breath comes in harsh pants as I try my best to make a decision. Either way, it will be torturous agony. At least here, I can know what will happen now. My brain won’t be able to keep overthinking it. Besides, there’s less of a chance of someone seeing him if he does it in the privacy of his car as opposed to his office.

“I guess spanking me here will be best.”

“Fine choice, but you will need to ask me again in a far more respectful way. Remember, you’re the one in trouble here. I don’t have to actually give in to what you want. You need to convince me.”

Swallowing, I fiddle with the buttons on my shirt. His ice-blue eyes follow my movements, darkening again. What was that social media trend that went viral a while back? Get you someone who works in finance, has a trust fund, is six foot five inches, and has blue eyes?

Brody fit that description to a tee, but now I’m wondering if his dad fits that idea better. Granted, I don’t know if he actually has a trust fund since he’s an adult. But then, it’s not as if I understand that, anyway. I’ve never been a financial guru. Thus my current predicament.

As the silence looms between us, he sighs and shakes his head. “My office it is then.”

“Wait,” I cry out, my heart pounding in my chest. “Please. No. I’d rather it be here and now.”

“Then you know what you need to do. And don’t forget my current title.” Even though he winks at me, it does nothing to stop the heat from climbing up my face.

“Please, Daddy…” I stammer. “Please spank my bare bottom here in the car.”

“Very, very good,” he praises me, sending those super inappropriate tingles down my spine and into my pussy again. “When you ask me so very sweetly like that, I can’t help but give in to your request.” His voice lowers a bit, turning husky as he runs his thumb over his mouth. “Now then, unbutton your pants and slide them down to your knees. Panties as well. Can’t spank a bare bottom with panties on. Now, can I?”

“Do you have to call them panties? It’s so… so…”

“Infantile?” he supplies with a grin.

“I was going to say icky, but that works, too.”

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