Page 15 of Mountain Man Daddy

“Got it,Daddy.” The word ‘Daddy’ was pure snarl.

“I’ve been very patient with you because you were injured, but your tongue is one more word away from earning you a spanking. Are you sure you want that?” His tone was low and menacing, but it only scattered her belly with nervous anticipation and need.

“My tongue doesn’t care!”

He spun, walked briskly toward her, and she back-pedaled until she hit the wall.

“My butt does! No, no, please, Mike! My butt cares!” She held up her hands, waving them, but he grabbed both her wrists in one large hand and pulled her forward to the sofa.

She squealed in protest, but he said nothing. He leaned her over the back, and the spoon landed sharply across her cheeks, severely enough that she no longer felt excitement. She howled, as a flurry of swats landed harshly. She wished she had some damn pants on! Her feet danced as he finished by giving her three of the hardest whacks yet and then stopped. She bolted straight up, both of her hands finding her bottom cheeks and clenching the burning flesh. They buzzed from the sting.

“Ow! That hurt!”

He leaned close to her face and smiled. “It was supposed to, little girl. Does your tongue care to mess with me further?” He straightened, crossing his bulging arms and she shook her head promptly. He pointed to the bathroom. “Shower. Five minutes or I’m coming in to get you.”

“G-get me?” she stammered. “You do know spanking me is illegal, right?” Her eyes narrowed and she released her bottom to cross her own arms. The spanking hurt, but damn, the slow burn he’d created since she’d met him was a raging five-alarm fire now.

“Uh huh,” he said, sounding unconcerned. He reached out and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes were glued to his, but her stomach was a mass of quivering nerves.

“Something tells me you’d rather not be around the authorities right now. And if I have to come get you, little girl, I’ll be taking you right over my knee. A wet bottom should sting a hell of a lot more, and it won’t be just a few little smacks either.”

She swallowed hard, feeling completely dizzy with desire, but spun, opened the closet, and grabbed a dark blue towel and washcloth. She froze a minute as her eyes settled on a black box in the bottom before she shut the door swiftly. A black metal box with a lock.Jackpot.

“Move it! And go easy on the faucet handles in there, too. Don’t be cranking them off like the Hulk.”

“Oooh,” she purred, looking over her shoulder at her bottom. “Daddy, you spank hard.” She rubbed her backside, and he shook his head, but the smirk that played on his mouth couldn’t be hidden behind his mustache.

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She kept rubbing as she walked into the bathroom and the look on her face as she shut the door made him all but laugh aloud. She had her bottom lip out in a pout, but her brows wiggled at him in the goofiest way.

Mike scrubbed a hand over his beard. She’d seen his lockbox, though. He stared at the closed bathroom door as if by will he could see through it. He imagined her with her back pressed against it, her heart pounding and her mind reeling, his spanking and the threat of more only half the reason. Her reaction and attempt at distraction told him she’d be opening his box first chance she got. Looking for money, he decided. She’d need to replace what she’d lost. She was definitely running from something.

He sucked his bottom lip through his teeth and narrowed his eyes in concentration. There was too much insecurity and underlying fear in her eyes for her to be a criminal though. The girl needed help, someone to take care of her and remove the burden she carried. That’s what his gut told him. He gathered a breath and went to finish the stew.

Was he capable of being that man? His chest tightened at the thought, even if he felt the pull to be her hero. He’d lost everyone he’d ever tried to save. His forehead wrinkled, and he shook his past from his thoughts, thinking instead of the feel of her bottom. It was creamy, meaty, and had just the right amount of wobble. His groin hardened and he clenched his jaw.

“Focus on dinner, Mike. And that’s all,” he mumbled to himself, glancing back at the door as the shower went on. His breath quickened as he pictured her naked and glistening. He closed his eyes a minute before starting to search the pantry for ingredients to bake bread. Kneading and pounding dough might keep his mind from going where it shouldn’t—her wet and naked, her nipples stiff from the chill.Fuck!

Chapter Six

Mike was right; the shower was warm at best, but then she didn’t need any more heating up. She was already boiling over with the spanking he’d given her, and from the sweat she’d broken into when she saw the lockbox. She was also sure she’d get more pressure out of a defective water fountain so a higher temperature wouldn’t have made the shower any more pleasant.

When she finally got her hair wet, she realized Mike didn’t have anything but a crudely formed bar of soap. Avery stared at it with malice. With her corkscrew curls, she needed a hell of a good conditioner, or she’d look like a poodle. She needed her bag. Anxiety filled her. She needed more than her bag, she needed to get moving. She let the water flow over her face a moment wondering how long the storm would last and how close Moe and Eddie were. There was no way they could know where she was, she decided and relaxed a little until Mike pounded on the door.

“Okay! I’m almost done,” she shouted. She’d stayed in longer than she should have because the water, even though it was only warm and a trickle, made her feel so much better. She thought of the spa tub back home. As wonderful as it was, she’d still rather be in Mike’s little shower. The heat of that luxurious spa couldn’t come close to warming her like Mike had.

“Time’s up, little girl.”

She cranked off the faucets and grimaced when he bellowed, reminding her she was supposed to be gentle with them. Would he spank her for real now? What a ridiculous thought, she decided, toweling off. Who wanted to be spanked? Her brow quirked. Mike was seriously rugged and handsome though. Any touch from him was delicious, even a touch that stung, maybe especially so. She ran her hand across her bottom. Tingles scattered across her skin at the thought. What would it be like to be across his hard thighs?

After squeezing the water from her hair, she finger-combed it the best she could. There was no such luxury as a hairdryer or product in Mike’s bathroom either. With his long hair, she thought he might have something other than homemade soap though.

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Her hair hung in wet twirls, dripping rivulets of water down her creamy smooth chest to the navy towel tucked over her breasts. Mike’s skin was rough and weathered, but it heated at the sight of her. She was delicate and soft; he’d touched enough of her to know. He hadn’t gotten a chance to smooth his hand over her bottom after he’d spanked her, as he’d only been making a quick point, but he’d wanted to—just as he wanted to untuck the towel now and let it fall to her feet in a heap. He felt both a stirring in his gut and stiffening in his dick as he watched her.

“Your shower sucks,” she said and then licked her lips. “My clothes are… dirty.” She swallowed, and he was sure she’d noticed the desire in his eyes.

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