Page 28 of Daddy's Laws

“Contract law isn’t my specialty, but I’m pretty sure it doesn’t apply here. My house, my rules, princess. Lie to me again and not only will you forfeit your reward this afternoon, you will find the rest of our trip extremely unpleasant. Understood?”

It was fascinating to watch the struggle play out on her face. Submit or push? Submission eventually won out and she pouted up at him. “Fine. I didn’t put on sunblock but if I put it on now, I’ll have to wait and I really wanna get in the water.”

Did she even realize she was whining? That the little girl inside of her she tried so desperately to hide was starting to peek out? It thrilled him that she was letting her defenses slip around him, but it was also frustrating as hell that he couldn’t fully step into the role he so badly wanted. From the glimpses he’d gotten over the past couple days, being her Daddy would be the most rewarding thing he’d done in a long time, and it was killing him to just be her part-time-Dom-slash-roommate or whatever she wanted to call their current arrangement.

“What did I say yesterday about letting yourself get burned, Shannon?”

With a huffed sigh, she turned around. “Fine. But you have to do my back.”

“My pleasure, princess.”

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Too late,she realized what a mistake it was to let Bryant touch her. She was already so primed and ready, she nearly came just from him rubbing the lotion into her back.

It certainly hadn’t helped when he’d gone all Daddy on her about lying to him. Or when her Little had started to come out.

How had she let herself forget how dangerous he was? Playing these games with him would just end up with one of them getting hurt, and her money wasn’t on him.

“Thanks,” she said over her shoulder when he’d finished slathering the sunblock on her back and shoulders. “I can finish up.”

Without looking at him, she coated the rest of her skin with the lotion and dropped the bottle onto the towel before taking off for the shoreline. To her relief, he didn’t try to stop her or call her back, and a moment later she was knee-deep in the ocean.

Letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes and breathed deep. She blocked out everything but the sound of the waves breaking around her, the seagulls squawking overhead. The unique, salty smell of the water. The feel of the sun warming her skin, the ocean playfully lapping at her legs, the sand squishing between her toes.

When she finally felt her system settle, she lifted her head again and opened her eyes. A glance to either side told her he hadn’t joined her yet. Perhaps he’d realized she’d needed a moment alone. And maybe she should appreciate that, but it just made her antsy all over again to think about how easily he could read her.

She was just about to dive under the water when she heard him call her name. Turning, she found him jogging towards her. It wasn’t until he was right in front of her that she saw the regret on his face.

“I’m sorry, princess, but I have to go inside for a bit. Work emergency. Come lay out for a bit until I get back.”

“Bryant, there are plenty of people around. I’ll be fine.”

The lines at the edges of his lips hardened. “This isn’t up for discussion. I should only be about fifteen minutes and then we can swim.”

His tone clearly said he wouldn’t be moved, and she had a sneaking suspicion he wasn’t above hauling her over his shoulder and carrying her inside. “Fine,” she snapped, stomping back towards their towels. “Fifteen minutes, and I’m going in.”

He followed and crouched down beside her. “You’ll wait for me, or I’ll paddle your ass with the bath brush until you can’t sit for the rest of our stay. Say ‘Yes, Sir’ or you can come inside with me and I’ll tie your ass to a dining room chair while I work.”

“Yes, Sir,” she ground out through clenched teeth.

“Thank you. I’ll be back as quick as I can.”

Quietly seething, she stretched out on her stomach and closed her eyes. But she couldn’t settle. Picking up her phone, she scrolled through her emails, making sure no emergencies of her own had cropped up in the twenty minutes since she’d last checked. Seeing nothing that needed her immediate attention, she switched to her social media. Twisting around on the towel for the best angle, she snapped a few dozen pictures and posted the best shots with some ‘living my best life’ captions.

Thirty minutes later, Bryant was still nowhere to be found.

The way she saw it, she had three options. Option one; lie back down and work on her sadly neglected tan. Option two; march inside and demand Bryant come back outside with her. Option three; ignore his ridiculous rules and get in the water without him.

Her skin was already starting to feel tight from the sun. And nagging Bryant to come play with her felt far too much like being his babygirl for her comfort, especially with the way he’d been acting that morning.

Door number three it was, then.

With her stomach twisted into knots, she pushed to her feet and started her trek to the water’s edge. Normally she’d run and jump right in, but her legs felt like lead.

Was that… guilt? Was this how real submissives felt when they knew they were breaking the rules?

Whatever it was, she hated it. Doing her best to ignore the twisting and jumping of her gut, she waded waist-deep into the water. Instead of diving under, she crouched so the waves could wash over her without her going too deep.

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