Page 53 of Daddy's Heart

“You have to be good girl.” He tweaked her nose.

“Do you have any cream?”

He wrinkled his brow. “For what?”

“My bottom. If you rub cream on it—Arnica, I think it is—it doesn’t hurt so much.”

“Nope. I don’t have any. You earned every bit of the discomfort you’re experiencing, why would I take away what I gave you? Nope. No cream, no rubbing, and no orgasms.”

She pulled an innocent face, and he laughed.

“Your little pussy is probably aching to be touched, but not until tomorrow. Do you understand me? You are not to touch yourself until I say so. No orgasms after you’ve been spanked for being naughty.”

“But I thought the punishment was done,” she pouted.

“It is, but you don’t get pleasure after. It would only encourage you to wonder if the punishment was worth the playtime, and I don’t do that.”

She scrunched up her lips and sighed. “Okay. I guess that makes sense.”

Her little side had completely taken over now. After a thorough spanking like he’d given her, he figured she’d be sweet until the morning at least.

“Let’s get to bed,” he announced, then eased her off his lap.

“I’m not tired yet,” she said, but he only had to touch her ass to get her to step quickly toward the hallway. “Okay, okay.”

“My bed, sweetheart. I want you in my bed.” He cupped her elbow and led her to his bedroom.

“To make sure I don’t touch myself?” she asked with a flirty grin.

He laughed.

“No, because I like having you in my arms. And tonight, we may not be fucking, but we’re re-connecting. Now, get your little ass beneath the covers. I’m going to turn off the lights and lock up, then I’ll be in to tuck you in.” He swatted her ass lightly, and she jogged to the bed. Seeing her tits and ass bounce with her motions made him regret his rule about no playing after a punishment.

She pulled back the blankets and climbed into the bed.

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Do you want your bear?” he asked, remembering the stuffed animal she’d been cuddling during a nap.

She shook her head. “I don’t need him if you’re here.” Pulling up the blanket to her chin, she buried into the oversized pillows.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” he assured her, then turned off the lights, leaving the door open to let the hall light illuminate part of the room.

As he went about gathering up the paddle and pacifiers and shutting down the apartment for the night, he pictured having Samantha in his bed every night. But they’d said this was temporary, just while she was staying with him—until she found her own place.

He checked the bolts on the front door, then headed back to his room where she lay waiting for him.

How was he ever going to give this up?

Chapter 21

Samantha slipped the razor back into the drawer in the bathroom and tightened the towel around her chest. Unwinding the towel from her hair, she ran her fingers through the short locks to work out any tangles, then hung up the towel and made her way to the guest bedroom.

Sleeping next to Ryder had given her a solid night’s rest. With his heavy arm anchoring her to him, she eased into his strength and heat. The man kept the air conditioning at full blast, which worked fine for her. She either got to snuggle under his thick quilts or he kept her pressed to him all night.

She had no complaints.

Other than still having a sore ass when she woke up. But she could admit it was her own doing.

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