Page 10 of Until Daddy

He shut the door, flipping the lock on the handle. “It’s a meeting room. The club offers educational classes, tutorials, and support groups for members.”

She nodded, looking around more for something to concentrate on instead of him. Because even several steps away, he crowded her.

“Carissa, why have you been ignoring me?” he asked.

She spun around to face him. Any irritation he may have been holding over the past few minutes didn’t show in his casual stance. He leaned against the door, crossing his ankles and his arms.

“I…” She took a deep breath. This was where the strong Carissa was supposed to step up. Apparently, she’d taken the day off. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do. You actively ignored my messages, didn’t respond to my texts. Why? If you weren’t interested, you could have said so—or blocked my number. But you didn’t do either of those things.”

His hard stare consumed her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her throat tightened. He deserved an answer. She had avoided him without cause or at least any that he knew about. Although they were perfectly sound reasons, she hadn’t given them to him.

“I told you at the Christmas party that you didn’t have to take my number.” She had said exactly that, just before he’d gone into a short lecture about aftercare.

“I didn’t take your number, I asked for your number. Stop stalling.” The muscle in his jaw tightened.

Little to no chance existed that she’d be leaving the room without explaining herself.

“Potato, patato.” She shrugged, promising her stomach the largest bowl of ice-cream ever if only it would keep the contents of her dinner locked up.

“I see. Well, if you’re going to act like a little girl…” He grabbed her arm and brought her over to the desk, kicking the chair out and planting himself in it with little effort.

“No. No, Jamison!” She struggled as he flipped her over his lap, but he easily trapped her with one arm around her waist.

“We’ll see about no—no.” His hand struck hard on her upturned bottom. The flimsy fabric of the little dress she’d worn for the evening offered no protection against his hard palm.

“I didn’t say you could spank me!” She pushed against his thigh, trying to shove herself off his lap. He only responded by gripping her waist harder and spanking faster.

“Jamison!” She slapped his calf.

His hand came down on the up-curve of her ass and stilled.

“Did you just hit me?” The deep, dark voice didn’t broach disagreement. It was the type of voice she used to dream about, but now, hearing it first hand, she swallowed hard and froze in position.

“I asked a question. Did you just hit me?” His fingers dug into her ass, and even through the material, she could feel the bite of his grip.

“I—uh, it was just a reaction.” She tried to rear up enough to look over her shoulder, but when she saw the glower on his face and the strong tick in his jaw, she went back to staring at the floor.

The skirt of her dress was flipped over her back. Cool air brushed across her exposed bottom, emphasizing the burn of her freshly spanked ass.

“A thong?” He laughed, sliding one finger beneath the little string, pulling it away from her bottom and letting it snap back down, just like he had their first night. “I was pretty clear about what a little girl should be wearing.” He rubbed his hand over her backside, washing away the lingering sting.

His fingers trailed lower, pressing between her legs until he found what he sought—and what she needed him to find. For two weeks, she’d brought herself to pleasure at the idea of his fingers doing exactly this.

“And this wetness, here.” He slid beneath the thin material of the thong and gathered her arousal on his fingers. “What’s this for? Because you’re being spanked like the naughty little girl you are, or because you’ve been dreaming of me doing this?” Two fingers pushed through her folds and into her passage.

She held her breath, remaining still. Maybe if she didn’t move, he wouldn’t remember he was upset with her.

“I’ve been worried, irritated, and maybe a little pissed, but mostly concerned about you. Two weeks ago, we had an amazing evening together and then you just vanished on me.” His fingers pumped into her. How could she focus on his words with the whirlwind of pleasure he was creating?

“I promised myself if and when I caught up with you, I’d make you regret your actions.” His fingers pumped faster, harder. She spread her legs and arched her back, giving him better access.

“I’m sorry,” she said on a hard breath. Her heart raced, her lungs pumped to take in air as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. “Oh. God.” The pressure. The pleasant build up to the impending explosion.

“Oh, I’m sure you think you are, but not yet.” He unraveled his hand from her waist and spread her ass cheeks, thrusting harder and faster into her. The chair squeaked from the force of their movements.

“Oh! Oh!” She sucked in air, waiting for the damn to burst.

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