Page 25 of Daddy's Naughty List

She wanted to take the words back the minute they fell out of her mouth.

Why did she have to push? Thank goodness he hadn’t seen the last page of her list.

Swallowing hard at the frozen expression on his face, she let him go and took a step back, even though her body protested the loss of his warmth and touch.

Maybe…

Oh, heavens. Walt had seen her scars, and decided he didn’t want her. That was the only explanation for the pained indecision in his eyes.

“I…um…” Tears of humiliation choking her, she scrambled for the towel and wrapped it around her body. “I’ll just go to my room, so I don’t bug you anymore. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.”

“If you take a single step away from me, you’ll get the punishment spanking you’ve been asking for.” He jerked the towel away, then grabbed her hand and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft. “Baby, does this feel like I don’t want you?”

His cock pulsed, and she bit back a soft whine as she shook her head.

“Answer me, Susan.” He thrust into her hand and crowded her against the wall. “Use your words.”

“Yes, Sir. I?—”

“Not Sir.” Walt tugged her hair with his free hand, making her lift her head to meet his steady blue gaze. “What should you call me?”

“D—” She cleared her throat to dislodge the growing lump. “Daddy.”

“There’s my good babygirl.” The stern implacability faded from his expression, and he smiled before lowering his head to kiss her. His beard tickled and she lifted herself up on her tiptoes to deepen their kiss. He eased his tongue into her mouth, swallowing her whimpers of pleasure as her core throbbed with need.

She ached for more. More of his touch. More of his growly voice calling her his good babygirl.

More of everything.

He was just as she’d imagined in her deepest fantasies, and she didn’t want to let go.

Moisture dripped on her hand, reminding her that she still had her fingers wrapped around his erection. She wanted him inside her more than she wanted to breathe but didn’t want to break their kiss.

Instead, she slid her hand down his shaft, slowly jacking him off until he gasped out a soft curse.

“Fuck, baby.” He lifted her into his arms, forcing her to let go of his cock. “Bed. Now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles behind his back. “Please.”

Carrying her, he strode from the bathroom. To her disappointment, he set her on her feet, then cupped her face in his warm palms. “Sweetheart, are you sure this is what you want?”

For a moment, Susan considered asking Sierra to use her Domme skills to help her convince a certain stubborn Daddy to behave himself and give her what she so desperately needed. Instead, she twined her fingers through his silvery hair, then said, “I want you more than anything, Daddy. Will you please make love to me?”

After letting out a relieved breath, he tossed the comforter aside, then laid her gently on the crisp cotton sheet. “I have condoms in the nightstand, and a recent health check.”

“Me too, and I’m on birth control.” She resisted the urge to stroke her needy pussy. “We have to get them?—”

“Every six months. I know.”

He eased himself down on the mattress next to her but didn’t immediately touch her. His hungry gaze over her exposed body didn’t help her nerves, but before she could say anything, he drew a callused fingertip down her sternum to the neatly trimmed curls guarding her sex.

The glancing contact sent delicious shivers down her spine, and she lifted her torso in a desperate attempt to make him put his hands on her.

“So pretty,” he murmured. “I can’t decide what I want to do first.”

“May I suggest a condom, Daddy?”

His blue eyes twinkled with amusement as he grabbed a sealed box of protection from a drawer and laid it on the nightstand. “Not yet. I want you to touch yourself first. Show me what makes you feel good.”

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