Page 37 of Stealing Daddy's Heart

“Y-yes, Daddy. I need you.”

I slide my hand under her thigh, lifting her leg over my hip. Her dress rides up, baring her to me. She's gorgeous like this—open and wanton.

“You like being on display for Daddy, Skylar? Showing off that pretty pussy?”

“Oh, Daddy,” she moans, her face flushed. “I do.”

“That's my girl.” I stroke her gently, my touch teasing and light. “But you've been neglecting to take care of yourself, haven't you? Forgetting to eat and getting all worked up?—”

She whimpers. “I'm sorry, Daddy. Will you punish me?”

“Oh, I will, babygirl. Because you deserve a spanking for neglecting to take care of yourself.” I slip a finger inside her—slow and deep. “But first, I want to feel how wet my babygirl is for me.”

Her hips buck as I add a second finger, her walls clenching around me. I thrust in a steady rhythm, knowing exactly how to make her melt.

“Look at me, Skylar,” I command. She meets my gaze, her eyes hazy with desire. “You're so gorgeous like this—all spread out for me. You want more, babygirl?”

“Y-yes, Daddy. Please, I need?—”

I hate to deny Skylar anything, but she knows the rules, and she's earned this punishment. She whimpers softly, biting her lip. Hell, I want her, but my babygirl needs this. Discipline and guidance—that's what I offer.

I crave this too, but it's not about me. It's about what she needs, and right now, my little rebel requires some restraint.

“Relax, baby,” I croon, stroking her hair. “You know how well you can take it. We've done this before, babygirl. You know the rules.”

She holds my gaze, the spark still there but now banked. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

I sit in one of the office chairs. Skylar's pupils are huge, almost swallowing the blue and gold of her eyes. She's worked up, and the stress is there, hiding under the surface.

“You're going to take what Daddy gives you. Understand?”

She nods, transfixed by my gaze.

“Tell me, Skylar.”

“Y-yes, Daddy. I'll take what you give me.”

I point to her panties. “Take them off, babygirl. Then lie over my lap.”

She hooks her thumbs into the silk waistband, her cheeks flaming, and slides the panties down her thighs. Another rush of desire hits me—a Molotov cocktail in my gut. Christ, she's perfect like this—all exposed.

Skylar folds herself over my legs, her body soft and yielding. Her ass is a work of art—heart-shaped and round.

I caress her cheeks, giving her a moment to adjust. She whimpers, squirming a little.

I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. “You ready, Skylar? Gonna feel my hand on that beautiful ass now?”

“Y-yes, please, Daddy,” she manages, her voice breathy.

My palm meets her flesh, starting gently and building intensity. Soon, my handprints mark her skin—a scarlet blaze. Skylar squirms, soft sounds of pleasure escaping her lips, but she doesn't beg me to stop. My girl can take it.

“You’re taking it well, Skylar. Daddy's proud.” I pause, my hand resting on her heated skin. “Are you ready for more?”

“Oh god, yes, Daddy. Please,” she pants, her voice thick with need.

I give her what she craves, hitting that sweet spot that makes her moan and writhe. Her sounds fill the room—music to my ears. I love how she gives herself over, how she submits to me. Skylar'sskin is a canvas of crimson, marked by my hand, and my cock is harder than ever.

“You've been so good for Daddy, Skylar,” I praise, gently kneading her stinging flesh. “Now it's time for your reward.”

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