Page 125 of Daddy's Wild Girl

Her eyes flared open and her cheeks flushed.

Yeah, she liked being popped on the ass.

Maybe she wouldn’t like an actual punishment spanking. When he dished out punishment, he didn’t hold back. It wouldn’t be one tap on her ass in warning or play.

No, likely she wouldn’t like that.

Although they’d have to wait and see. Had she had a Daddy before? Is that why she hid her true self?

Had he abused her?

“Corbin?”

“Yeah?” he asked in a tight voice.

“Um, you’re holding my hips really tight and you look really mad.”

Shit. Fuck.

He loosened his hold on her. “Fuck, baby. Sorry. Did I bruise you?”

“No, I’m fine.” She waved her hand in the air.

“Let me see.” He reached for the top of her pajama bottoms, ready to pull them down.

“No. There’s no need.” She put her hand over his.

“Let me see. I need to see.”

Her breath was coming in sharp pants, but she nodded and he drew her pajama pants down. Shifting aside her panties, he saw the slightly reddened skin.

“Fuck. I’m so fucking sorry, Bebe. What the hell was I thinking? There is no excuse for this.”

“Corbin, hey.” She touched his cheek, then moved a finger under his chin to tilt his head back. “It doesn’t hurt, I’m fine. You have nothing to apologize for.”

Anger flooded him. All of it aimed at himself. “I do. Because I should never harm you like this. I wasn’t even paying attention. The most precious thing in the world to me is sitting on my lap and I should be watching my every movement around her. I should have all of my attention on her.”

“I’m . . . I’m really the most precious thing in the world to you?”

“Of course you are.”

How could she think anything else?

She flung her arms around his neck, holding onto him tight. “I want this. I want you. So much. But I’m so scared.”

“I know you are, baby.”

“I was already scared of you getting hurt again because of me. But when you called me Little one . . . I realized why this couldn’t work.”

“I told you that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“No one has ever put me first . . . not evenhim.”

He stiffened. “Who?”

Bebe tightened her hold on him.

“Who, Bebe? Did someone hurt you? Were you involved with a Daddy Dom before? Is that why you put those things in a box in your closet. Or did you buy them and then immediately pack them away?”

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