Page 42 of Learning Little Lizzie

His promise to have her for dessert kept her on edge all through her show, dinner, washing the dishes, and reviewing her math homework.

“Finally!” she cried, slamming the textbook shut and jumping up from her chair. “Can we please have dessert now?”

“Are you certain that was all the homework you had?” Rising from the table, he walked over to the fridge and scanned the schedule he’d printed out and hung there. “Nothing for Western Civ or English Lit? What about your Business Law class?”

Shit. She did have an assignment due for Professor Remington tomorrow, but she could work on it during breakfast. Kylie had already taken the class and aced it with flying colors, so she’d be able to help. “Already done.”

Affection warmed his eyes as he turned and pulled her into his arms. “I’m very proud of you, Eliza. I know you’ve struggled with keeping up with your classwork in the past but you really seem to be putting in the effort. And that, my sweet Little girl, certainly deserves a reward.”

Guilt sat like a rock in her stomach, but she reminded herself it wasn’t totally a lie. She had finished her English Lit homework, she had a plan to finish her other assignment in the morning before class, and her essay for Western Civ wasn’t due for another week. “Thanks. I’m trying.”

Taking her hand in his, he led her not toward her own bedroom, but to his. The main bedroom was slightly larger, and as such was able to accommodate a king-sized bed much more easily than her room would have.

Stopping in the middle of the room, he turned to face her, the same need she could feel burning between her thighs flashing in his eyes. “This is one of those times I am going to expect your unquestioning obedience, Eliza. If you hesitate or question me or talk back, you will be punished. If you continue being naughty, you won’t get your reward. And instead of getting your pretty pussy eaten, you’ll take Daddy’s cock down your throat before I send you to bed. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Arms up.”

Eager to get her reward, she raised her arms. But instead of pulling her tank top right off, he took his time inching it up over her stomach, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her belly and sending little bolts of pleasure to her already aching clit. Up to her breasts, which she’d intentionally left bare just for this moment.

She whimpered, then bit her lip when his thumbs brushed over her nipples. The action earned her a quiet chuckle as he repeated the action.

“You don’t have to be quiet this time, baby. When we’re here, in our home, you can be as loud as you want to be.”

Our home. She’d only just started thinking of his apartment as “theirs” in the past day or so. Hearing him refer to it as their home made her chest ache in a not altogether unpleasant way.

When the thin cotton of her tank was pushed up over her breasts, he bent his head to pull one taut nipple between his teeth. Now she did let herself be heard, letting out a soft moan as pleasure raced through her veins.

“You taste delicious,” he murmured as he straightened, his lips a breath away from hers. “I can’t wait to taste all of you.”

He pulled her tank top from her and tossed it to the side, his hungry gaze roaming every inch of her exposed skin. “Beautiful. Even more beautiful than I imagined. And I have spent a lot of time imagining what you look like beneath your clothes, little one.”

“Yeah?” Grinning up at him, she lowered her arms to loop them around his neck. “As it happens, I’ve spent a fair amount of time thinking about peeling you out of that stuffy suit, Professor Eaton.”

“Naughty girl, fantasizing about your teachers. You should be punished.”

All it took was that single word to send her already wired system into overdrive. “If you think so, Sir.”

“I do. Go bend over the end of the bed.”

Excitement pumped through her veins as she hurried over to the bed. It was tall enough that even with her height, the edge of the mattress hit right at her hips. Her breasts pressed against his comforter as she settled herself into position.

“My naughty Little girl,” he scolded playfully as he approached. “Daydreaming about getting fucked by your professors when you should be paying attention.”

It was jarring, hearing her usually well-mannered guardian swear. But it only served to make her hotter, wetter than she had been before. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”

“I plan to make sure it doesn’t.”

Even though she knew he wasn’t serious, her stomach twisted into a knot as he tugged her shorts down to her knees, exposing her bottom. She jumped a bit when one hand pressed against the small of her back, pressing her more firmly against the mattress.

“Shhh, baby.” His voice was gentle, soothing as he rubbed a hand over her bottom. “You’re not really in trouble, my beautiful girl. Relax and let Daddy make you feel good.”

He continued rubbing until she felt the tension leave her muscles and she was more or less a puddle under his hands. And when that first swat did come, it barely stung. The next few followed suit, and she sighed at the gentle pleasure building in her core.

“Much better. I’m going to spank you harder now, Eliza. But only because you like being Daddy’s naughty girl, don’t you? You like getting this pretty bottom spanked, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, amused at her own dreamy tone.

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