Page 20 of Until Daddy

“Eyes on my cock,” he ordered.

His stern hand gripped his thick shaft, and he began to stroke it. She’d seen cocks before, so it wasn’t shocking, but it was… it was beautiful. He was long and thick, with a drop of moisture beading at the head. His palm ran over the smooth tip of his dick, coating his shaft with the juices. He jerked his hips forward, pushing his length through the tight grip of his hand and let out a moan. One filled with pleasure and desire.

When she leaned toward him, he tapped her mouth with his free hand. “You only watch.”

She wanted to stomp something but his hand dove into her hair, fisting it at the roots and holding her just out of reach of his cock. She could smell the masculine scent of him, her tongue ached to touch the silken bulb of his dick, but he kept her right where he wanted and gave her no room to move.

Faster, he stroked. His stomach muscles caved inward and twitched. His breath came faster. The grip on her hair intensified.

She wanted him, wanted to taste him, stroke him. She wanted her own damn pleasure, too. But he wouldn’t be giving it to her. He would be taking his pleasure and she would only be watching. Because she’d been naughty.

“Fuck.” He yanked her head back and took a micro step toward her. She opened her mouth, waiting for her reward for taking this part of her punishment—the worst part—well.

But he aimed lower.

Hot spurts of his come streamed from his cock onto her chest, her neck, and her chin. He kept every drop away from her mouth. Her shoulders slumped when he finally released her hair.

He caught her chin and pulled her gaze to meet his.

“You can’t lead me around by my cock, little girl. Never try that again, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” Fresh tears sprang to her eyes.

“No more tears.” He released her chin and brushed them away. “Lesson learned, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” She nodded.

“Good enough. Now, I’m going to fill a bath so I can wash you up. Then we’ll check out your kitchen for food. I’m starved. You stay right here on your knees until I call you, okay? Just reflect on what you’ve learned.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said.

Even with the pull of her arousal, her mind calmed. She’d messed up, but he wasn’t storming out, he wasn’t giving in.

“I’ll be back.” He pressed a warm kiss to her forehead, pulled his pants back up and walked off toward the bathroom.

He wasn’t supposed to be so perfect.

Chapter 6

Damn, he wanted to bury himself inside her.

Jamison sat on the edge of her bathtub, watching her. The lavender scented bubble bath he’d found under the sink created just enough white fluff to cover her naked body, but every now and then, when she moved, a nipple would peek through, and he licked his lips.

She lay back against the tub, bubbles up to her collarbone, with a soft smile on her face. He probably shouldn’t be letting her have so much fun, considering he’d just punished her, but it would have been more painful for him not to see the joy on her face.

“Don’t take bubble baths very often?” he asked, flicking the top off a mound of bubbles.

She opened her eyes and bit her lower lip. “Don’t usually have time. On my days off, I’m usually running errands, or at a meeting.”

“Hmmm, meeting for work?”

“Uh. No, just meeting friends or stuff,” she said. The little quiver in her voice gave her away. She was keeping something from him.

“What sort of stuff?” He tried to keep his voice light. Hadn’t he just reddened her ass because of her evasive answers? Had she forgotten so quickly because he hadn’t been hard enough on her? He’d been gentle compared to what he’d wanted to give her—and would give her if she continued to be so damn cryptic.

“Sometimes I visit a women’s shelter to help out with their health care programs.” She shifted her seat, sitting upright. The bubbles fell away from her chest, leaving just a few stowaways clinging to her breasts. Her full, well rounded breasts.

“You volunteer? Why didn’t you tell me that? That’s great.” He reached over and wiped her hair back from her face.

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