Page 34 of Daddy's Laws

“Are you saying yes?”

Was she? Spending a week being spoiled and spanked by the most perfect daddy she’d ever met seemed too good to be true. “What happens at the end of the week?”

“We have another talk. And, hopefully, you’ll be so blown away by my daddy skills, you’ll agree to be mine more permanently.”

Or you’ll be so tired of me, you won’t be able to get out the door fast enough.It was a risk, a huge one from her experience. Was it one she was willing to take? Was she willing to give it one last try and hope she didn’t blow it this time?

It surprised her to realize she wasn’t just willing, she was eager. For the first time in years, the potential heartbreak seemed worth the risk. “All right.”

“Is that a yes, princess?”

God help her. This might just go down in history as the stupidest thing she’d ever done. “Yes. Yes, you can be my Daddy for the week.”

“Good girl.” With that wicked smile in place again, he moved the tray of uneaten food to the floor before kneeling on the bed and caging her in with his arms. “Would you like a taste of what good girls get, princess?”

Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Yes, please.”

With a low, approving growl, he lowered his head and captured her lips in another soul-stealing kiss. Only this time, he wasn’t content with slow and sweet. His mouth claimed hers, the heat from his lips branding her as his own with every passing second.

By the time it was over, she was trembling again, her breaths coming in short, shallow pants. He moved his lips to her neck, nipping and licking his way down to where the onesie was buttoned at her collarbone. With an effortless flick of his wrist, he opened the top button, then pressed a kiss to the freshly exposed skin.

One by one, he unbuttoned the garment, slowly exposing her to his gaze and his mouth. When he reached the button right above her aching pussy, he lifted his head to meet her gaze.

“Yes?”

“God, yes.” If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to explode.

With another wicked grin, he flicked open the button that gave him access to the top of her freshly waxed mound. The kiss he pressed to her bare skin was almost chaste, but she felt the electric shock of it down to her toes.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, opening the next button. “And all mine. Isn’t that right, princess?”

“Yes.”

The last button popped open, exposing her completely to him.

“Look at this greedy little pussy, already wet for me.” He nudged her thighs further apart and used his thumbs to part her lips. “You don't come until I say. Understood?”

“Fine, yes, whatever, just — please!”

A sharp swat to her exposed lips made her hiss in pain. “It’s ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘Yes, Daddy’. Not fine and not whatever. You’ll be respectful or you’ll spend the rest of our time together without coming at all. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.” It was surprising to realize she really was sorry. The submissive she’d buried so deeply ached to be obedient and please her Daddy. It wasn’t an entirely new feeling, but it was certainly one she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“Good girl.” Those words alone were nearly enough to send her over the edge. Combined with the sudden sensation of his tongue licking between her lips, she had to focus on not exploding under him.

He savored her. Every flick of his tongue against her clit, every long, slow lick was deliberate. It was torture in the best, most delicious way, designed to push her as high as possible before he allowed her to fall.

“Please, Sir. I can’t—it’s too much.”

“Almost.”

She was so lost in the sensation of his tongue on her, the feeling of his finger pressing against her bottom hole didn’t register at first. When it did, she went completely still. “Bryant!”

“Just trust me, baby.”

He left his finger there, just against her entrance while he continued his assault on her aching pussy. Bit by bit she relaxed, and he started to push his finger into her. She whimpered at the intrusion, but it didn’t hurt. There was a bit of discomfort when he pushed past the initial resistance, but then his finger slid home like it belonged there.

“Oh, God. Holy shit.” The feeling of being filled combined with his tongue on her was more than she could take. “Can’t. Please.”

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