Page 24 of Possessing Paisley

“You’re mean.”

He laughs. “Oh, baby girl, you have no fucking idea how mean I can be.”

I might have bitten off more than I can chew, but it’s thrilling.

When he steps into a room and closes the door, I gulp as he turns the lock. Lifting my head as much as I can, I scan the bedroom. There’s no question this is Kieran’s room. It smells like him. Dark and dangerous with hints of leather and spice.

All the furniture is black, including the curtains and bedding, and everything is meticulously clean. Control freak much?

He tosses me onto the bed and stands over me, his chest heaving. “Take off that fucking shirt.”

For some reason, I’m feeling bolder than usual, so I scramble onto my knees and pull the shirt up and over my head, leaving me in just my panties before him.

His gaze roams from my face down to my breasts, lingering on my pebbled nipples. He licks his lips.

“Fuck. So perfect,” he murmurs.

Before I can respond, he sits on the edge of the bed and grabs me, flipping me face-down over his lap.

“Kieran!”

He smacks my ass twice, once on each cheek, harder than before. I kick my feet and cry out as the sting blooms over my skin.

“It’s Daddy to you, baby.”

I let out a huff. “You wish. I’m not calling you Daddy. If I do, it will go to your head, and then you’re going to think you can boss me around whenever you want.”

“Oh, baby girl, Icanboss you around whenever I want because I’m in charge here.”

Without waiting for an argument, he starts spanking me fast and hard. Holy crap, my ass is on fire. I kick and squirm and cry out the entire time, but instead of stopping, he spanks harder.

“You’re going to learn not to challenge me, baby. You can only push me so far.”

I whimper but continue to fight against him. “You’re mean.”

He chuckles. Then, he lifts a leg and throws it over the back of mine, pinning me completely in place before he yanks my panties down.

“Owwie!”

Ignoring my cries, he spanks me over and over, alternating cheeks until my entire ass and both thighs are on fire.

“Daddy, I’m sorry!” I sob.

As soon as the words escape, he stops, and I go limp over his lap. I called him Daddy. I didn’t mean to. It came out so easily and felt so right.

“Are you going to be nicer to Daddy from now on?”

I sniffle and nod. “Yes. I will. I promise.”

He strokes my bottom and chuckles. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, baby. But I accept your apology for this time. And now, my baby girl gets a reward.”

Oh, hell yes. I deserve a reward.

“Spread your knees.”

Twisting, I glance back at him. “What?”

“Spread your legs so I can see how wet your pretty pussy is.”

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