Page 65 of Punish Me, Daddy

Obedience without chains.

And a trust she hadn’t even admitted she was offering.

God, she was perfect.

And she was all mine.

My fingers drifted from her hip to the bow of the wrap dress, letting the pads of my fingers brush her ribs just enough to make her shiver. Her breath hitched, just slightly, and I felt her body tense. She was already wet again—I would have bet my life on it.

I smiled. She made it too easy.

Andtoodelicious.

“You like wearing my gifts?” I asked, the words soft against her ear.

She nodded slowly, but that wasn’t enough.

“I asked you a question, baby girl.”

A pause.

Then her voice: quiet, breathy, honest.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Goddamn.

I ran my knuckles along the side of her thigh, watching the shiver ripple through her. The dress rode up another inch. She shifted, instinctively pressing her legs tighter together.

I didn’t let her.

“Open,” I ordered.

Her breath caught.

“I said open.”

She obeyed.

Slowly, her knees slid apart, the silk falling between them like a curtain, parting just enough to satisfy me.

“I want you to remember something,” I murmured, my hand sliding slowly up the inside of her thigh, stopping just before I touched her most sensitive place. “Every time you sit like this—every time you feel that silk cling to your skin and nothing underneath—you are going to remember you are mine.”

She let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering closed for a second.

“And right now,” I added, brushing my lips along her jaw, “you are going to prove it.”

Her lashes lifted slowly.

“How?” she whispered.

I smirked.

“You’re going to ask Daddy to make you come in his lap.”

CHAPTER 20

Sloane

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