Page 49 of Bound to the Daddy

“Dumb luck?”

She narrows her eyes. “You don’t leave anything to luck. I know that for a fact.”

A wolfish smile spreads over my face as I slide closer to her. “If you do indeed know that about me, then you know everything.”

“I- But that’s impossible. You can’t possibly be able to create a match. You’re not a matchmaker.”

“No. I am not. But I have friends who are.”

“So you orchestrated this? You planned this whole thing? What about Brody? Does this mean he’s marrying someone else?”

My heart squeezes for a moment as a flash of jealousy zips through me. “Does that thought make you sad? Are you truly so devastated that you’re with me instead of him? Tell me honestly, little Stephanie. Doesn’t some part of you love the fact that I’m your husband? That I can do whatever I want to you. Whenever I want to do it?”

At my words, her eyes dilate a touch, revealing her true feelings. Arousal perfumes the air even as she tries to scoot away. Not willing to be far apart from her, I snake out my hand and grab her wrist, tugging her over so I can put her on my lap.

Though she squirms, her fight feels half-hearted. It’s like she has to tell herself she at least tried and didn’t succumb to me. If that’s the game she wants to play, then I can certainly make it worth her while.

“Tell me, my pet. Did you put the thong on I gave you? I’m most anxious to see how your pretty pussy looks framed in French lace.”

“I have it on me…” she hedges, her face turning bright red.

“Then lift your dress and show me.”

“I- I can’t do that.”

“Cannot, or will not? The two are rather different.”

“I’m not wearing it.”

Everything stops for a moment. “Forgive me, my dear, but I believe you just said you directly defied me. You know what that means, don’t you?”

“I didn’t know it was you,” she wails, scooting even further away.

“That doesn’t matter to me in the slightest. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say part of you wanted this punishment. You were hoping it was me so I could give you what you really need, what you crave.”

“N- no. That’s not-”

“Are you really going to deny it? I can smell your arousal from here. Now come over here so Daddy can bare your bottom and give you the spanking you deserve.”

“This isn’t right. It isn’t-”

“Oh, baby. This is so fucking right it hurts. Don’t make me chase you. You won’t like it when I get a hold of you. Be my good girl and drape yourself over my lap.”

Moments tick by where she just sits and stares and me, barely blinking, barely moving. Eventually, she shuffles over. Millimeter by millimeter, she makes her way over until she’s sitting right next to me.

“That’s my good girl. So obedient. So compliant. Now then, shall I see what panties you’re wearing? Come, sweet girl, and put yourself over my lap. The sooner I discipline you, the sooner I can make all the hurt go away.”

“This isn’t right,” she murmurs, all signs of fighting leaching from her body.

“Your protestation is noted.”

With a hard yank, I pull her over. Fabric flies in my face, blinding me as I swat past it. Unable to help myself, a loud laugh rings through the car. “I might have to forbid you from wearing anything this voluminous ever again. I can’t even get to your ass.”

I bring her up so we can manage the mess together. Once it’s all gathered in the front, she lies back over, the billowing fabric nearly smothering her face. Instead of the white lacy thong I gave her to wear, she sports a pair of sensible cotton panties.

“What were you going to do on your wedding night with these? Jump into flannel pajamas and hope your groom didn’t touch you?”

“I was trying to be comfortable,” she says from the mass of fabrics, her voice muffled by the fluff.

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