Page 202 of Whistle

“I knew you wanted me to swim. I didn’t want to embarrass you by sitting on the bleachers. I didn’t want Elite to look bad because of me,” I explained.

He let out a broken sound and rubbed my lower back. “You could never embarrass me. Ever. And I would never want you to put your own well-being at risk for me. In the future, don’t assume things like that, just come to me and talk. Whenever. Wherever. I will always have time for you, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I collapsed onto his lap, utterly spent. It was a good feeling, though, not empty but calm.

“Punishment is over, sweetheart,” Emmett murmured. “God, your ass is beautiful that shade of red.”

I pushed up onto my elbow to glance around. My ass was definitely red.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Did I go too hard for your first time?”

I shook my head and lay back down. “No. You were right. I needed that.”

“Mmm,” he hummed.

“How’d you know?”

“Some people just need a little extra push to release everything they lock up.”

A sour taste coated my tongue. “Like Lance?”

Em made a noise. “Ah, no.”

Good. I hated the idea of Emmett doing this with anyone else. I didn’t ask about it, though, because I wanted to enjoy this floaty high a little longer.

On instinct, I thrust, my dick begging for attention. The friction was delicious, and I moaned.

“I think someone liked his punishment a bit too much,” he cooed.

I stilled. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is. I’m glad you liked it.”

“It hurt at first,” I said honestly.

“But then?”

“But then it mellowed into something else… something better.”

I thrust again, this time rocking my side against the boulder in Emmett’s jeans. “You obviously liked it too,” I said knowingly.

He groaned. “Having you laid out in my lap? Watching your ass jiggle and pinken while framed by pink lace? Oh, baby, you’re damn right I loved it.”

“Maybe you should reward me for taking my punishment so well,” I teased.

“Cheeky, aren’t you?”

I wiggled against him, shivering a little when the lace rubbed just right. “Daddy.”

“Hold still a minute,” he murmured, leaning over to reach for something.

The snap of a cap filled the room, and I smiled against the bed.

“First, I’m going to put lotion on you. Your ass will thank me later.”

I winced when he spread the cool lotion over me, but as he rubbed, it warmed and felt nice. So nice I started humping his leg.

“Are you comfortable like this?” he whispered.

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