Page 65 of Seduction (Wicked Vows)

But. . . Daddy?

Gah, hawwwwt.

I can hardly even think straight.

I’m a grown woman!

A grown woman who loves being called little girl. . . by him.

But he’s going to spank me, and he’s talking about all sorts of things like. . . obedience.

Hawwt.

Gah!

“I was scared for you. I didn’t want you hurt. And I—” Okay, here comes the brutal honesty. “I don’t know what I think about you telling me what to do.”

I brace myself for another hard spank and hiss in a breath when he cups my ass in his hand instead. “Good answers, Vera. Those were very honest.” I feel the warmth of his chest at my back when he brings his mouth to my ear. “Daddy likes it when you tell him the truth.”

Oh. Dear. God.

Why is that so fucking hot?

I could get into this. . . With just a little more persuasion, I could. . . totally get into this.

“Good little girls who do as they’re told get rewarded,” he says warmly, the tone of his voice melting me into a big old pile.

Oh, do they?

What might. . . that look like?

With deft fingers, he unfastens my skirt and tugs it down over my heated ass. Oooh.

I’m hardly breathing as he parts my legs and sinks one blunt finger between my folds.

“Oh God,” I whimper. I’m so swollen, so wet, so intensely turned on I feel like I’m on the edge of coming already. “That’s so—my God—how did you know?”

“Know that a spanking from Daddy turned you on?”

Not just that, I want to tell him. My God, it’s everything. The spanking, being over his lap, the whole Daddy thing.

“I didn’t know. I theorized. See, I’m a scientist, too, baby, just like you. I had a hypothesis, and I tested it. And it looks like I’ve made my own breakthrough.”

He circles my clit with his warm, rough fingers and my hips jerk of their own accord.

“You’re a naughty little girl who likes this. You come alive when Daddy disciplines you. You crave more of this, more of me. This is probably what you fantasize about when you touch yourself, isn’t it? Tell me the truth, Vera.”

I nod. I have been fantasizing about the dirty things Markov could do to me the second I met him because he oh-so-easily replaced my collection of Jason Bourne fantasies.

“Tell me what you imagine when you touch yourself.”

“I don’t?—-”

He spanks my ass, hard. Shit, that hurts like hell over naked skin.

Why do I want him to do that again?

“Don’t lie to Daddy, Vera.”

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