Page 70 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

“Daddy, please.” She nearly sobs with relief at the friction.

Not gonna lie, the movement feels good to me, too. I want to immediately thrust back into that slick heat. But she’s earned herself a punishment.

There’s an ottoman in front of one of the comfortable chairs, and I nudge her toward it.

“Hands flat, ass out,” I say.

“What are you going to do?” She looks over her shoulder at me as she gets into position.

“What do you think?”

“Are you…going to spank me?”

“Yes, you naughty little girl.” I grin, letting some of my sadism shine through. “I’m going to spank you. And it’s going to hurt.”

Her eyes widen in fear. Not so bratty now, is she.

Leaning forward so my mouth is next to her ear, I say, “You’re in charge, Evelyn. The minute you say red, it’s over. But if you’re begging me to stop, I won’t listen. Understand? Does this work for you?”

“I understand,” she says.

“And just so you know, I want to hear you beg.”

I stand up straight and adjust her stance, pulling her hips back and widening her legs so she won’t topple over.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, running a hand down her spine to rest on her plump bottom.

There, I pause. I inhale, exhale, appreciate the scene before me. The slope of her back, her shoulder blades, the flare of her hips, the glint of her key necklace as it dangles down, the curtain of her blond hair falling around her face.

Evelyn shifts her weight from foot to foot, impatient. “Well? Are you going to spank me, or what?”

My little brat.

“I’ll spank you when I’m good and ready, Evelyn.” I smooth my hands over her skin again. Softly, softly. Reaching around, I cup her breasts, enjoying the weight of them as they hang forward. Her nipples are so fucking sensitive, I get to hear the hitch of her breath every time I brush my fingertips against them.

I run my hands over her back once more, getting her nice and comfortable. She soon relaxes into my touch, her body swaying slightly. I don’t think she’s even aware that she’s following my movements and rhythm.

And that’s when I strike.

20

I DON'T DESERVE HER

Caleb

I unlock the front door and let myself in, already guessing what I’m going to find. I know the different versions of Lincoln’s voice, and the one he was using during that call was not his professional tone.

So I’m unsurprised to see Evelyn bent over one of the footstools, gloriously naked and braced just so for Lincoln’s punishing spanks.

“Caleb,” he says when I enter. “It’s nice of you to join us.”

Evelyn doesn’t move except to tilt her head to the side to peek at me through her hair. I stride over and brush it away from her eyes. Her pupils are wide and there’s a soft smile on her face.

“Feeling good, baby?” I ask.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says.

I exchange a look with Lincoln. She’s deep in subspace.

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