Page 97 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

HEDDA

Papa took a step towards them, snapping Hedda out of her shock. She pushed against Daddy’s chest, trying to get away from him. She needed to leave. Right now Hedda didn’t want to deal with this. That is one of the reasons why she lied.

She needed to get away from both of them. Would she be able to get out of Daddy’s hold and away from Papa?

She had no clue but it was worth a try.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Daddy said as he held onto her tighter. “There’s no way you’re running away.”

Hedda huffed out a breath and glared at him. She didn’t want to talk about this right now and they couldn’t make her.

Granted, she never wanted to talk about it.

If she had it her way, she would bury it deep down. There was no need to talk about this right now or ever.

“We’re talking about this. Communication is important,” Papa said as he sat down next to her. “And no glaring at Daddy.”

She turned and glared at him. They couldn’t keep her here. They couldn’t make her talk about any of this.

She continued to struggle in his arms, trying to get out. Her bare pussy rubbed up against Daddy’s leg and she held back a moan.

Now was not the time to get turned on.

She needed to keep her focus on what mattered right now. They were trying to get answers out of her, and she didn’t want to give them anything.

“Sit still for Daddy,” he said.

But that just egged her on. She had no doubt at this moment she was leaving a wet patch on Daddy’s leg. She was turned on, but that was the least of her worries. She would deal with the embarrassment later.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Hedda said. “There is nothing to talk about. So you can let me go now.”

“Do you want me to spank your bottom again and place you in the corner?” Daddy asked. “Give us attitude and we will. Maybe we’ll even tie you up.”

A shiver ran through Hedda. She definitely didn’t want to get her bottom spanked again or be in the corner. But the thought of being tied up kind of turned her on. The way Daddy had said it with his deep voice.

Oh, that did things to her.

Things had changed since she told them everything that had happened. Sure, she still felt the anxiety roll through her when they mentioned tying her up. The feeling of being vulnerable was high, but it also turned her on.

Things had definitelychanged.

It was like she was letting her emotions finally have their way. Her feelings were taking over and she couldn’t stop it.

Not that she really wanted to. Things were working out to be better than before. Maybe she should have done this before. But there was still doubt.

Doubt that they didn’t want her.

Doubt that they were just pretending.

It had to be some sort of joke they were playing on her. They shouldn’t want her. She had killed someone.

“Do you really believe that?” Papa asked.

Hedda didn’t look at either one of them. They could easily read her and she didn’t want that.

Not right now.

One wrong move and she was bound to find herself crying again. Showing weakness to them.

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