Page 57 of Big Daddy Christmas
“Morning, Ruby Red. Enjoy your wake-up call?”
Standing in the middle of the shower, her pajamas soaked through, her dripping hair covering half her face, she glared at him. “You’re a fucking?—”
“Careful.” He put a hint of warning in his tone, enough to have her pressing her lips together though fury still blazed hot in her eyes. “I was willing to let the first round of name-calling pass because I am, indeed, an asshole. But that’s the only free pass you get today.”
“At least you’re willing to admit it,” she grumbled, shoving her hair out of her face. “What the fuck was that all about?”
“That was payback for moving all my stuff around last night.”
Her nose crinkled in clear confusion, but only for a moment before her expression cleared and a sheepish smile tugged at her lips. “Oh. I did do that, didn’t I?”
“You did. Now, let’s get you out of those wet clothes so Daddy can help you… warm up.”
Chapter 2
Ruby
Her blood heated in her veins, even before he touched her. Now that the water had warmed up a bit, she wasn’t quite as pissed.
And, really, she’d had it coming.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t retaliate, at least a bit. Putting on her best, most apologetic pout, she reached for the hem of her pajama shirt. “I’m really, really sorry, Daddy.”
Judging by the way his eyes narrowed, Beckett wasn’t buying her apology for a minute. “You can show me you’re sorry by doing as you’re told. Clothes off, hands on the wall, bottom out.”
There wasn’t much wiggle room in that particular order, but it didn't mean she couldn’t make him suffer at least a little bit. With her eyes locked on his, she dragged her tank top over her head, letting her breasts swing free. And, as she’d expected, watched his eyes flare with need.
Sliding her hands up her torso, she cupped her breasts and let out a low, needy whine she knew would drive him mad. “Have I been a naughty girl, Daddy?”
“You know you have. And this little routine isn’t going to work. You’re still getting your ass spanked red before I fuck you up against the wall. Whether or not you’re allowed to come depends entirely on how quickly you follow my instructions.”
Dammit. She was willing to test him on a lot of things, but threatening her orgasm privileges was a surefire way to win her obedience.
Stripping out of her shorts, she tossed them to the side and turned away from him, her heart pounding against her chest as she braced her hands on the cool tile.
“That’s my pretty girl.” His crooning praise slid over her like a caress, followed by the actual touch of his hand on her bare skin. Just enough to tease the senses and have her pussy clenching emptily, as if anticipating the moment his cock would finally fill her. “You know, we could have started this morning entirely differently. I could have woken you up with my tongue, made you come until you were begging for mercy. And then you could have enjoyed a nice leisurely bubble bath while you drank the coffee Daddy was planning to make for you.”
Well, damn. That actually sounded pretty amazing. “It’s not too late for the bath and the coffee.”
“I'm afraid it is entirely too late for that, naughty girl. Keep those hands on the tile unless you want me to get really mean.”
She really didn’t have any desire to find out what was meaner than waking her up with freezing cold jets of water, so she would definitely be keeping her hands where they were.
The first swat stung more than she’d expected, probably because her skin was so thoroughly soaked. But the brat in her didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt, so she swallowed the squeal that threatened to bubble up in response.
Her resolve only lasted through a few more stinging swats, however, before the first whining protest slipped free. “Ow, Daddy! That hurts!”
Low, wicked laughter echoed around her. “Good. You knew damn well when you decided to pull your little prank last night that you were going to get your bottom spanked for it. Far be it from me to deny my babygirl what she went out of her way to earn.”
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking! I was drunk!”
Tears stung her eyes as the swats moved lower, targeting that sensitive area where thigh and ass met. “Is that an excuse for breaking the rules in this house, little girl?”
“It could be, if you weren't so mean.”
To her surprise, the spanking immediately ceased. “Oh, I’m mean, am I?”
There was an undercurrent to his words that had her freezing in place as his hands gripped her hips and the blunt head of his cock pressed between her soaked lips. “I, um, well you are,” she managed to stutter out as he stretched her, filled her the way only he could.
