Page 9 of Prepper Daddy

“Yes,” I gasped out. “Yes, Daddy, I-I’ll be your good girl.” Surely if he brushed a single digit over my clit, I would instantly shatter. I was that on edge, hot and pulsing and needy.

He gently squeezed my bottom, moving from cheek to cheek, and rubbed for a few more seconds, then resumed spanking me. This time his hand cracked soundly across my bare ass. The sting intensified as he quickened his pace, but just as it really started to hurt and I was about to protest, he stopped spanking and resumed rubbing my bottom.

Mm. Feels nice.

I sighed with relief and glanced over my shoulder. When our eyes collided, I almost gasped at the tenderness that reflected in his gaze. I’d liked his stern daddy side, the side he’d shown me right before he spanked me, but I also liked this side of him. The side that promised gentleness and comfort. He slowly caressed my bottom, and I sighed again as he rubbed the sting away.

“You were a very good girl during your spanking, babygirl,” he said in a praising tone that caused my insides to turn gooey and warm. “I’m proud of you.”

Tears suddenly sprang to my eyes, and I didn’t quite understand my reaction. Proud of me? He was proud of me for enduring a punishment? I swallowed past the thickness in my throat and forced a tiny smile, wanting him to believe I was okay. I really, really wanted the pleasure he’d mentioned earlier. My pussy kept spasming with heat and if I didn’t climax soon, I would go mad with the need for his touch.

“Just relax now and let Daddy tend to you, babygirl. Daddy’s going to make you feel very, very good.”

I turned around and rested my head on the bedcovers, eagerly anticipating the first stroke of his fingers between my thighs. He released my wrists and helped angle the top half of my body more fully onto the bed, and I soon grabbed one of the pillows, needing something to hold.

Suddenly, he grasped my bottom cheeks and drew them wide apart. My face flamed with the knowledge that he could see everything, all my intimate parts.

This is what you want, I reminded myself. This is what you’re craving, what you’re aching for.

I managed to stay still as he held me spread wide.

“Just as I suspected, babygirl,” he said in a deep, raspy voice. “You’re soaking wet, and your pussy is swollen. Same with this adorable, distended clit of yours.” Keeping my center splayed open with one hand, he delved his other hand between my thighs, expertly drawing moisture outward from my core and rubbing it over my pulsing clit.

I jerked and cried out. Pleasure washed over me, unrelenting and euphoric. I couldn’t quite take a full breath as he continued strumming my nubbin, building me up to what I knew would be a thunderous release.

At last, the ecstasy crashed down on me, and I rode the waves of pleasure to completion as Daddy continued caressing my throbbing clit. My cries and moans echoed off the walls of the bunker.

Once the final wave dissipated, he turned me over on his lap and peered down at me with a satisfied expression. He placed a finger beneath my chin, forcing my gaze to his. In the aftermath of the intense climax, I had trouble focusing on him, but as his face became clearer to me, my heart thrilled at the possessiveness that sparkled in his eyes.

“You’re mine now, babygirl, and I plan to make you shatter like that every fucking day for as long as we’re together—and I hope that’ll be a very, very long time. Daddy wants to keep you forever.”

I laced my arms around his waist, and with an impish smile, said, “Very well, Daddy. I would like to formally accept the position of your apocalypse ho.”

With a playful growl, he turned me back over his knee.

Chapter 5

Four months later…

MEG

“Daddy, if I stay in this bunker for one more day, I’m gonna lose my mind! Can I pretty please go to the surface?” I stuck my bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout as I hugged my favorite stuffie, Possum Bob, to my chest. Antsy didn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling.

“Babygirl, you’re not leaving this bunker until it’s one hundred and ten percent safe. You know I’m not going to risk your well-being.” Daddy glanced up from the massive ax he was sharpening and gave me a stern look that made my tummy flutter with nerves.

I huffed and turned my back on him, so restless I couldn’t take it anymore. We’d fled to the bunker two months ago when the largest zombie horde in North America had descended upon our town. But from what I could tell from watching the surveillance cameras, it looked like the undead had mostly cleared out. Mostly. There were a few stragglers, sure, but they were the dumbest ones. The idiots who were too slow to pose much danger.

“Babygirl, if you keep acting grumpy, Daddy’s going to have to give you an attitude adjustment.” His deep, authoritative voice sent heated pulses straight to my center.

I drew in a shaky breath and squirmed in my seat, though I pretended not to hear his threat.

Scrape scrape scrape. The steady but aggravating sound of Daddy repeatedly running the sharpening stone along the ax’s blade made me want to scream. I was also feeling particularly salty that he’d ventured to the surface twice this week but hadn’t let me join him. Talk about unfair. I sighed and got up, taking Possum Bob with me to the viewing station.

I stood in front of the screens that covered an entire wall of the bunker. The screens displayed live video feeds of various places in town, plus every inch of our little farm. I only counted ten zombies milling around in total. Two on our property and the rest in town.

Easy peasy. I could take those undead fuckers out in no time with my handy dandy throwing knives.

“You know, Daddy, before you came along, I always stayed on the surface during a zombie horde migration, and I obviously never got bit once, let alone eaten. Because I know how to handle myself! I’ve killed hundreds of the undead on my own.” I shot him my fiercest glare. I loved Daddy with all my heart, and I appreciated everything he did for me, but sometimes he could be over-the-top protective.

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