Page 16 of Daddy's Rules

She smiles and rolls her eyes. “Told ya so!”

I want to slap her bratty little ass as she continues. “I think a little experimentation never hurt anyone.”

“I’ll give you hurt,” I mutter and when she rolls her eyes again I add, “with my hand right across your ass.” She doesn’t break eye contact for a moment and then very deliberately rolls them again.

My cock hardens, my mouth dry. I shove one of the dining chairs out of my way and reach for her, and she realizes too late that she pushed me too far. I make a tsking sound as I easily pick her up in my arms and carry her to my couch. “Naughty little girl,” I chide. “Did you really think Daddy would let you get away with deliberate impertinence?”

She draws a sharp breath and there’s silence for a moment before she picks things up. “It was just eye rolling! And all in good fun!” Her protest is followed by the cutest whine.

“No, baby,” I tell her, allowing my voice to take on an almost sorrowful tone, though I’m not sorry at all. “It’s disrespect.”

I sit on the edge of the couch and drape her across my knee. I was too hard on her earlier. This is my opportunity. Round two, my second chance to make this better. I easily pin her against my knee with my left hand, and gently drag her skirt up over her ass.

“Owen,” she gasps, as I bare her ass. “This is... this might be taking things a bit too far.”

“You mean Daddy?” I say. Parting her thighs, I slide my finger between her legs. She’s already damp with need, and the scent of her arousal’s making me damn near dizzy. Gently I fondle her swollen folds. “This is taking things a bit too far.”

She moans and slumps over my knee, clearly liking my fingers on her. I stroke her until her back begins to arch, then I bring my hand back and slap the fullest part of her beautiful ass. “This is taking things a bit further.” She squirms when I spank her again. I’m not spanking hard. She’s been punished today, and I don’t really want to discipline her now. I want to show her how good this can be. Ignoring every warning bell in my mind, I tell myself I need her to know she’s wanted. That I see her as a beautiful and desirable woman. And that there’s nothing wrong with what I’m about to do.

I alternate firm smacks of my palm with powerful strokes of my fingers until she’s breathless and panting. She groans. “My God. I’m going to...”

“Come? Do it. Let yourself go. I’ve got you, baby. Isn’t that what daddy doms do?” I spank her ass again, my dick so hard beneath her belly it’s painful. This is the stuff of fantasies, Jordan’s full, voluptuous body draped over my knee, her body ready to submit to me when she comes. “Chase it,” I coax her, stroking her again and again, until she arches into me and writhes in ecstasy. She rides her high, and my chest expands with pride. She doesn’t hold back but welcomes the pleasure I’m giving her and hell if it doesn’t make me feel like the king of the world because I can give this to her. When she’s finally milked of every bit of bliss, she sighs contentedly over my knee. I lift her up and cradle her.

“Hmm,” I say. “I’m not sure you learned your lesson with that ending.”

“Oh, yes, I did, Daddy,” she says, nuzzling her cheek against my chest.

I can’t help but wrap my arms around her. “Good girl,” I whisper. “You’re a very good girl, you know that?” I reach up and pull the blanket from the back of my couch, wrapping her in it.

She stills, and I wonder what she’s thinking. After a full minute, she shakes her head. “I’m not, though,” she says sadly. “I’m irresponsible and reckless and I hate it.”

I hold her close. “I know, baby,” I tell her. “But you’re also strong and resilient. You’re kind and generous, and despite what everyone thinks, you haven’t had it easy.”

“Thank you, Owen,” she says. “But I want to do better.”

“And that, baby, is where I come in. Daddies keep their babies on track while letting them be themselves.”

She plays with a button on my shirt, her index finger tracing the edge. “Will you?” she asks. “Will you be my daddy dom and keep me on track?” She sucks in her bottom lip and nibbles.

I nod. “You have my word.” When she looks up at me, I can’t help it. I lean in and take her mouth with mine. She moans and leans in closer, needing more. God, this feels so good, so right. She wants this as much as I do, and hell if I don’t want to give it to her.

I pull my mouth off hers and whisper in her ear, “We’ll have rules, you know.”

“I know,” she says. “But I want this.” She leans in and kisses me again. I’m drinking in her scent, basking in her curves, and ready to cut off my own nuts thinking about what I want to do to her. It’s not right, what we’re doing, my rational head says, but my body has very different ideas. Why not? I think, then I push the litany of mental answers away. We are doing this.

I’m not so sure she’ll be eager when I put her on an even stricter allowance and give her a bedtime. But we’ll see how things go.

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