Page 41 of Bound to the Daddy

I’m such a wicked man. What I’m doing is certainly wrong, even if she is a touch culpable. But I can’t resist her. Every minute in her presence makes the obsession all the greater. I crave her in a way that has my breath stilling in my lungs and my cock pressing hard against the band of my underwear.

As bad as what I’m doing is, it’s certainly far better than what I want to do to her. Besides, she asked so sweetly. How can I resist such a request?

I stare at my watch, giving her ample time to get dressed for me. What will she be wearing? Will it be a silky little negligee? Will it be some of those little shorts I bought her? Knowing her, it will be those long pants covering everything.

Chuckling under my breath, I climb the stairs. Her scent is potent with each step I take. It’s darker, far more erotic and aroused. She probably doesn’t even realize it. With her taking her suppressants every day, she thinks she’s safe from my rut and her heat.

Every day she takes them, not missing a beat. I know because I count them. But I know those suppressants. They’re cheap. Honestly, it’s a miracle she hasn’t gone into heat before now. Then again, it’s not as if Brody is all that potent as an Alpha. Not like his father.

My heart pounds in my chest as I rest my hand against the doorknob. “Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.” Her voice is soft and timid, so tiny.

She looks almost swallowed up in her virginal white pajama set. It is indeed the one with pants. Just as I suspected. Striding over to the bed, I sit down and spread my legs.

“How many do you need?”

“I- I don’t know. I was hoping you would?”

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Now lower your pants so I can spank that bare bottom.”

A tinge of fear wafts off of her as she grips the fabric in her hands. “Oh. I thought since this wasn’t a punishment spanking that I could leave them on.”

“Oh no, little omega. Any time you go over my lap, your bottom will be bare. I want to see the effect my punishing hand has on you.”

“I… I suppose.”

“I’m waiting, Stephanie. Either pull down those bottoms or I’m going to leave without spanking you.”

Moments tick by where she doesn’t move. For a minute there, I worry she doesn’t hear me. With a sigh, I slap my hands against my thighs and move to stand.

“Very well. Seems as if you made your choice.”

“No, wait!” She cries out. “I… I just don’t want them as low as in the car. It… it doesn’t feel right.”

“I can certainly agree to those terms. Pull them down just until they clear your bottom.”

Her face is bright red as she inches the fabric down. I watch her strip for me, hunger beating in my chest. Short, crisp hairs guard her entrance, and I force myself to look away. It’s not for her modesty, but for my control.

With each bit of skin she exposes, her scent swirls in the air. She’s so aroused. I’m sure if I looked, her pussy would be glistening. I’m sure the impending heat has something to do with it, but then she also got turned on in the car. Eventually, she lowers herself over my lap. I shuffle her into position, tipping her forward so she remains off balance.

“I’m not going to have you count. I’m simply going to spank you until I think you’ve had enough. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

I skim her soft skin for a moment as I gaze down at her pussy. Her lower lips are puffy and swollen. Poor thing is so painfully aroused. I suppose I should put her out of her misery.

Without giving her time to overthink things, I bring my hand down against her ass cheek. Her little squeals as she kicks her feet behind her make precum well to the tip of my cock. God, it feels so good to have my hands on her.

Again and again, I spank her, keeping my touch firm and heavy. It takes little time for her to break down and start sobbing over my lap. But I don’t relent. I keep spanking her, keep giving her that stimulation she needs for her brain to shut down.

Eventually, the soft sobs turn to a far different sound. Not erotic, exactly, but there’s a hint of a moan under her cries. The scent of her heat grows a bit stronger. I’m going to have to cut this far shorter than I planned. The last thing I need is for her to be incoherent during our vows.

Besides, the way she lies limp over my legs tells me she’s finally relaxed and letting go. It will be good for her to sleep it off.With a gentle grip, I stand her upright, smothering a smile as she sways before me.

“Go to bed. Tomorrow, I have a lot of plans for you.”

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