Page 300 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

In ten minutes, he had stripped off her clothes and washed her face. Wyatt stood next to Lark with his hand around her waist as she brushed her teeth. When she finished in one second, he took the implement and finished the job for her.

“Better,” she murmured after rinsing her mouth.

“Bed, Little girl.”

Wyatt steered her into the bedroom and dropped a nightgown over her head before helping her under the covers. After tucking them around her neck, he leaned in to kiss her lips softly. “Sleep tight, Kitten.”

“Night, Daddy.”

“Lark, your phone is ringing. Did you forget an appointment?” Wyatt asked from the doorway.

“W-What?” Lark mumbled as her hand searched for the ear-shattering sound.

“Hello? Mr. Reynolds, I’m so sorry. I appear to have overslept. I can be there in a half hour,” she assured him before listening to his response.

“Oh, you don’t like the neighborhood and you want me to find other places for you to visit tomorrow? I can do that. Give me a couple of hours to log in and do some research.”

Wyatt walked to the windows next to the bed and opened the curtains to let the morning sun in.

Immediately Lark shielded her eyes and waved her hand to get his attention as she tried to pay attention to what the man on the phone wanted to tell her.

“Okay, you want to look at the least expensive house in the most exclusive neighborhoods of the city?” She shook her head vigorously at her Daddy and made herself dizzy. Pressing her fingers to her temple, she shot the meanest look she could muster at Wyatt as he proceeded to open the other window.

“Um. I’ll do my best, but houses at two hundred thousand don’t exist in multimillion dollar communities. There are specifications that houses have to meet to be built in those communities,” she tried to explain with a throbbing headache.

Rolling her eyes as she listened to her client once again, Lark wrapped up the conversation with, “I’m sure I’ll find a house for you in a great neighborhood.”

Disconnecting, she noticed she had five missed calls. She’d deal with those later. Tossing her phone to the bed, Lark glared at him. “Do you have to open the curtains this early?”

“Check the time,” he instructed.

Throwing a hand over her eyes, she muttered, “What is it? Nine?”

“Try half past noon.”

“What? Why didn’t you wake me?” she demanded.

“That is not the tone you want to take with your Daddy, Kitten,” Wyatt warned.

When she saw his eyes narrow, Lark immediately backpedaled. “Sorry, Daddy. My head hurts.”

“I wonder why. Take these,” he directed, holding out two tablets and a glass of brightly colored liquid she recognized as a sports drink.

Lark pushed herself up in bed and swallowed the pills, draining the glass. “I needed that. Thanks. Am I in trouble?”

“Definitely.”

Wyatt sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her seriously. “I’m sorry you had a tough day yesterday. Spending time with your friends is a great way to make things better. Drinking to excess isn’t.”

“It was dumb. That stuff was tricky. It didn’t taste like alcohol. Maybe I didn’t know,” she suggested.

“Don’t add lying to your offenses.”

“Sorry.”

“I won’t punish you while you have a headache—although you totally deserve it.”

“Thanks, Daddy.” Relief flooded her body.

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