Page 41 of Daddy's Laws

“Good girl. Give Daddy a kiss and then you can get dressed.”

If it hadn’t been for the painful need he’d inflicted on her so expertly, she might have told him to go fuck himself. But she’d never wanted anything like she wanted the pleasure he was dangling just out of reach, so she tilted her face and let him claim her lips in a surprisingly sweet kiss before being sent off to get dressed with a heavy smack to her naked, plugged bottom.

CHAPTER14

The Boardwalk was obviously one of Shannon’s favorite places, if the way she couldn’t seem to sit still during the drive over was any indication. It was cute, and a relief to see her finally letting her guard down a bit.

Of course, that might have had something to do with the plug she could probably feel wedged inside of her with every little shift and twitch. He honestly wasn’t sure which explanation made him happier.

As soon as the car slowed to a stop, she reached for the door. “Shannon.” He put enough warning in his voice to have her freezing in place.

“Good girl,” he praised when she flopped back against the seat. “Daddy will let you out in a minute.”

“I can open my own door.” The sulk was clear in her voice and on her face.

“Little girls who pout and whine don’t get treats.”

Her scowl deepened, but she kept her mouth shut. Pleased that she at least wasn’t fighting him, he pushed out of the car and jogged around to let her out. She tried to pull her hand away when he helped her out of the car, but he kept it firmly tucked in his own.

With a sigh that sounded more resigned than aggravated, she relaxed beside him. “Do you have to be so bossy?”

“Of course.” Giving her arm a swing, he grinned. “I’m the Daddy.”

Her oversized sunglasses mostly hid her eye roll from him, but he’d been a Daddy long enough to recognize one when he saw it. “Naughty,” he whispered in her ear, earning him a blush and a sheepish smile.

“Whoops.”

“Whoops?” A laugh escaped before he could stop it. “It’s a good thing you’re so damn cute, you little brat.”

Another eye roll, which he answered with a quick warning pinch on her bottom. Her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, but she didn’t protest. Still swinging their joined hands, he led her into the throng of people crowding the long wooden walkway.

It didn’t take long for the shrewd, savvy realtor to fall away, exposing the little girl underneath who seemed to find joy in everything around them. After a while, he stopped paying attention to anything but her.

The way she laughed when a seagull snatched an unsuspecting woman’s hotdog straight off her bun. How she stopped and tilted her head back whenever a particularly strong breeze came in off the ocean. The unfettered joy in her squeal when she spotted a small white dog in an old-fashioned swim costume trotting down the boardwalk.

And, most telling of all, how much he craved every laugh, every sound of pleasure from her lips. Nothing else he encountered during their little adventure called to him the way she did.

As if she could sense his thoughts, she turned away from the puppy and smiled at him. Her lips curved slowly upward, and he swore he could see her eyes dancing behind the dark lenses.

Unable to fight off the craving any longer, he gave her hand a none-too-gentle tug and she fell forward, right into his arms. Pulling her close, he lowered his lips to hers.

After a brief moment, she surrendered. True surrender, the kind that made the Dominant inside of him beat his chest in triumph. God, she was everything. Sin and innocence, defiance and submission, all wrapped up in one sexy, brilliant package.

The sound of applause brought them reluctantly back to reality. Fighting his instinct to simply toss her over his shoulder and haul her back to the house for a thorough fucking, he released her. She straightened, running a hand over her hair, and he couldn’t quite hide his grin at the slight tremor in her fingers. When she noticed the audience they’d gathered, she gave a sassy little curtsy and wave, effectively dispersing the crowd with peals of laughter.

“That was some kiss, Monroe.” Her voice was husky, almost raw, like she’d forgotten how to use it. Just the sound of it had him adjusting the front of his shorts.

“You’re welcome,” he somehow managed to return. He was rewarded with another loud, happy laugh.

“Keep that up and you won’t be able to shake me at the end of the week.”

The reminder that she’d only promised him that short window put a damper on the joy he’d felt just a moment ago. He’d known from the start it was going to take work to convince her to be his long-term, but at moments like this he wondered if he was fighting an uphill battle.

An ear-piercing squeal snapped him out of his rapidly darkening thoughts. Beside him, Shannon was bouncing on her toes, her entire face lit with excitement.

“Can we go in, can we, can we, please?”

“Go in where?”

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