Page 9 of Daddy Devious

“You want me to call youwhat?” Her voice rises to a squeak at the end of her question, and I allow myself a smile at her disbelief.

Someone didn’t read her contract.

Granted, I deliberately had it written to be as confusing as possible in the hopes she wouldn’t, but it still thrills me to know she is wholly unprepared to what awaits her on the island. “Daddy. Go ahead. Give it a try.”

“Um, no. I am not calling you that. No fucking way:”

The elevator stops, effectively putting a pin in our conversation. I can tell by the smug smile on her face that my Little girl thinks she’s won this particular battle.

I’m happy to let her believe that for a while longer.

Cupping her elbow, I guide her out through the back door to the waiting car. She stops in her tracks, staring at the vehicle. “Holy shit. Is that a limo?”

Amused at her reaction, I give her arm a gentle tug. “Yes. I thought we might appreciate the extra room.”

By which I mean I will appreciate the extra space to give my naughty girl all the attention she needs during the ride to the airport.

“This whole billionaire thing is going to take some getting used to,” she mumbles.

Oh, my sweet Little girl. You have no idea.

My driver, Oliver, opens the back door when he spots us, bowing slightly as I nudge Victoria into the car.

“Mr. Stone. Miss Victoria.”

Victoria stops, halfway inside the car already, to shoot Oliver a glare. “How do you know my name?”

“In the car, Victoria.” My tone leaves no room for defiance, and yet, she does not move.

“Not until you tell me how he knows my name. What’s going on?”

Patience has never been a strong suit of mine outside of business dealings. And little Victoria is already testing the bounds of what patience I do possess. “Victoria, unless you would like your next spanking to be delivered right here in the middle of the sidewalk where everyone can see, I suggest you get in the car.Now.”

That gets her moving. With a yelp of surprise, she ducks into the car.

Oliver’s eyebrows raise at the exchange, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. But he wisely does not comment as he waits for me to follow Victoria into the car, shutting the door firmly behind me.

Arms folded tightly over her chest, she glares at me from the bench opposite mine. “You can’t just threaten to spank me every time you want me to do something.”

“I won’t.”

Triumph lights her eyes, but it’s short-lived.

“Once we’re on the island, those warnings will be few and far between. If you defy me, I will punish you, no matter where we are or who is around.”

Her mouth drops open, and now it’s horror swirling in those dark eyes of hers. And, if I’m not mistaken, a hint of curiosity.

Is she more horrified, I wonder, by my threat or by her reaction to it?

“You can’t just spank me anywhere!” she protests, her voice rising sharply.

“Oh, but I can. And I will. You see, everyone on the island is aware of what I am. There isn’t a single person there who will even blink at a naughty girl getting her bottom reddened by her Daddy.”

The color I can’t wait to infuse in her backside blooms on her cheeks. “I amnotcalling you Daddy.”

“You don’t have a choice, Victoria. Come here.” I have no doubt she will refuse the order, but I at least want to give her a chance to prove she can be a good girl.

As I expected, she lifts her chin in the air. “No.”

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