Page 59 of Daddy's Mercy

Something wet and warm pressed against her inner thigh, traveling upward. When the washcloth brushed against her clit, she shivered at the ripples of pleasure the contact sent through her body.

“Come on, babygirl. Let’s get you to bed.”

“You’re so strong,” she said when he scooped her limp form up into his arms. “Just hauling grown ass women around like a sack of potatoes.”

“Potatoes, huh?”

“Uh huh. I don’t think I’m quite as lumpy, but I bet I weigh a lot more.”

“Silly girl.”

She didn’t have a comeback for that. Whether it was the two amazing orgasms or the melatonin he’d shoved in her ass, sleep was dragging her under before her head even hit the pillow.

CHAPTER22

She woke alone again, though not nearly as grumpy as she had been the morning after her nightmare. It shouldn’t have bothered her since she’d been waking up alone for pretty much her entire adult life. But there was something about going to bed with someone and then waking up without them that was disconcerting at best.

At some point, he must have removed the plug because it wasn’t there when she used the bathroom. All that was left from her punishment the night before was a slight lingering soreness when she sat and a bit of wetness she assumed was from the melatonin ‘pill’.

She took her time in the shower, singing softly to herself as she shaved and scrubbed away the sweat and grime of the previous day. When she finished, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror with the towel pulled up so she could examine her ass in the mirror.

There were no marks, which she was strangely disappointed by. It wasn’t like shewantedhim to bruise her, right?

Of course not.

So why did she feel like she was missing out on something special?

Making a note to ask Olivia and Shannon about it if she ever got to speak to them again, she finished drying off and getting dressed for the day. With as long as she’d been at Dean’s already, it was about time for her to do laundry or else she’d run out of clothes soon. As it was, she was down to just one clean pair of leggings and a sweater she hadn’t ever actually gotten around to wearing before because it was designed to leave one shoulder bare. At the time she’d bought it, she’d felt sexy and daring, but she’d never had the nerve to wear it in front of anyone else.

But it wasn’t like she was wearing it out in public. The only person around to pay any attention to her was a man who had already seen and touched the most intimate parts of her. What was a little shoulder skin after he’d plugged her bottom and fucked her into oblivion the night before?

Feeling emboldened by the bright blue of the scandalous sweater, she detoured back to the bathroom to swipe some mascara on her eyelashes. She added a bit of the deep pink lipstick Olivia had given her during that brief period they’d had between becoming friends and discovering the love of MaryAnn’s life had been a murderer.

With one last glance at her reflection, she left the bathroom and made her way down the stairs. She didn’t find him in the kitchen, which suited her mood just fine. Between the occasional twinge in her bottom to remind her of how thoroughly she’d been punished the night before and her daring outfit, she wasn’t in the mood for food just then.

Finding him instead in the living room, a book in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, was even better than breakfast as far as she was concerned.

Although she tried to be quiet, he obviously had the hearing of a cat, because he glanced up the second she stepped foot in the living room. His gaze, hot and possessive, raked her from head to toe and she swore she could feel it like a physical touch.

The sweater had been a good choice, apparently.

“Hey there, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

“Well rested. Among other things.”

“Oh? What other things?”

Plucking the mug and book from his hands, she placed them both on the coffee table behind her and knelt on the couch with one knee on either side of him. “Just… things.”

“Hmm. Well, it looks like you lost my place in my book, naughty girl. I think I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

Anxiety twisted her stomach into a knot before she realized he was joking. And then it was anticipation of an entirely different sort playing havoc on her nervous system. “I’m so sorry, Sir. Let me make it up to you.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

With what she hoped was a sexy grin, she slid from his lap to kneel before him. Luckily, he apparently hadn’t felt like putting on jeans, so he was wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that clearly showed the thick outline of his cock. Reaching for the waistband, she tugged them down, freeing him to her view.

“Such a good girl,” he said, a wide smile stretching across his face.

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