Page 178 of Daddy, Take Me Away
Cas took a step forward, and gulped. His face was flushed, and he looked like he was in shock. To be fair, I was pretty sure we both were. “The first… it’s the first.”
“Okay, then. Good.” Jared visibly relaxed. “I started to feel bad and thought I needed to come check on you guys, just in case my intuition had been wrong because, let’s face it, I’m far better with numbers than people.”
What the what? What was happening? It sounded like Jared was saying…
“Jared?” I sunk down on the sheet covered mattress, feeling like my legs could no longer hold me up. I shook my head, trying to clear the muddled mess of confusing thoughts running through it. They raced through one after another. I caught one and latched on. “How did you get here? I thought you were going to fly into Denver and meet us in Colorado Springs tomorrow. How did you even know where we were? Which room?”
“It’s like a five-hour drive. I’d be stupid to fly. I thought about it, but the more I did, the more I just wanted to get here so I hopped in my car and hit the road. I wasn’t expecting to catch a storm the last thirty minutes or so, but…” He shrugged.
“But how did you know where we were?”
“Location. Polly, I’ve been tracking your location for eight years. FYI… I still get updates on your Amazon and online history too. Well, I mean… I was. I shut that off a few years back, but only after I noticed a similarity between your reading material of choice and Cas’... shall we say… preferences?”
Oh my god. The violation hit me hard, my gut sinking to my feet. But it wasn’t really a violation at all. I’d been a child, and his sole responsibility. After the loss we’d experienced, overprotectiveness made perfect sense, and I certainly couldn’t fault him for it. But that meant he knew a lot more about me than I would have wanted him too, even if he turned it off the second I turned eighteen.
As if he were also stunned by Jared’s words, Cas sunk onto the mattress beside me, still holding a pillow to cover his junk. Only then did I realize the error in our earlier plan. We had no dry clothes to put on to go out to the truck to get our clothes.
Knowing this was going to take a serious conversation and some hardcore truth telling and negotiating, I sighed. “Jared, we left our clothes in the truck. Could you get our suitcases, so we can get dressed?”
I stood and crossed the room, peeking out the window to find that the rain had died to a drizzle, and the skies were clearing. The storm was over. Outside at least. The one in this room felt like it was just beginning.
My stomach growled. Nerves or hunger, I didn’t really know. “Then maybe we can find a nearby diner, and we can get some food in our stomachs while we all talk this out, because I have a feeling there’s something you’re still not telling us.”
Jared sighed deeply, raised his eyebrows and with a terse nod, grabbed Cas’ truck keys from the dresser and pulled the door open, returning several minutes later with Cas’ duffel and my hard plastic suitcase. He set them just inside the door. “There’s hot coffee in the hotel office. I’m gonna go warm up. Meet me there when you guys are ready.”
The door closed behind him, and Cas and I were alone once again. My heart was pounding, my stomach was churning, and I felt like I was going to throw up, but I stood and started rummaging through my suitcase. For some reason, I couldn’t even look at Cas. His answer, and Jared’s implications, had shocked me, though I didn’t know why. Cas said it wasn’t just a fling. That was what I wanted, and even what we’d talked about, so why was I so surprised?
Grabbing my favorite sweatshirt and a pair of leggings along with a fresh bra and panties, I headed toward the bathroom to change.
I didn’t make it more than a couple steps before Cas came up behind me, grabbed my shoulders and pulled my naked body against his, before laying a soft kiss on the curve of my neck.
“Babygirl. Stop.”
“What? Why?” I shook him off. “I need to get dressed. Jared is waiting.”
“Jared can wait. We were in the middle of something, babygirl.”
His hard silky cock pressed against my bottom and for the first time since the interruption, my ass twinged with pain. My adrenaline levels were dropping.
“I…uh…” Did he mean to continue? I was sure I couldn’t get back in the headspace. “I’m fine. It’s okay.”
Cas turned my body so I was facing him and cupped my chin. “You may be fine, but I am not okay. I don’t know what’s going to happen when we sit down with Jared, and my last memory of us together will not be your brother breaking in and interrupting us mid-spanking.”
“I… oh…” It didn’t feel like the last time to me. I didn’t think that was what Jared was going to say, but I was often wrong. My brother could be awkward and hard to read.
Cas took my hand and led me across the room where he sat down on the bed, grabbed the discarded belt and patted his naked thighs. “Come here, baby.”
I obeyed as if in a trance, the events of the last ten minutes felt surreal as if they’d been a nightmare I’d conjured in my head. Dropping across his lap, I stretched out. I didn’t want—shouldn’t want—to finish a spanking that had really hurt, but there was a part of me that craved the absolution that would come with the ending, and a larger part of me that needed Cas’ touch.
“Where… What number were we on?” I asked thickly.
“You have five more to go, babygirl.” Cas’ touch across the curve of my bottom and lower back was gentle, almost reverent.
“Yes, Daddy.” I sighed, hoping it wasn’t the last time I got to call him that.
“Five more.”
The belt still hurt, but being across his lap instead of bent over the bed, with the belt looped short like a strap in his hands, made the pain different. It still hurt, and the emotions coming with each lash across my skin were heavy and confusing. They fell slowly with nearly a minute between them while his free hand danced over my tender skin. My ass, the curve and inside of my thighs, the outside of my pussy lips. I pushed my legs together then tore them open again, needy for him. Every time I was about to beg for his fingers inside me, he’d bring the belt down again.
