Page 36 of Daddy's Rules

Chapter Ten

Owen

I sleep restlessly, tossing and turning in my twisted sheets. I want to solve things with Jordan. I hate being upset with her, but I’m too angry to deal with her. I had a completely different plan for our night together after she got home, but that plan changed when she didn’t come home. I’ve never been so worried in my life.

Despite that, things were going so well with her budget and then last night all of her progress went out the window. She used her credit cards and blew all the money she’d saved plus a lot more. She paid an astronomical bar tab. And she was clearly drunk and alone when I got to her. She spent another several hundred dollars on adult toys. Clearly she needs to be reminded of her goals.

Truth be told, those toys have also kept me restless. I can’t help but picture me using them on her. I throw the sheet off me and get up. I’m irritated and tired of attempting to rest. I walk past her room and look in. She looks beautiful in the moonlight, rays setting her hair afire with gold. Her silky smooth skin beckons for me to caress her bare shoulder and those beautiful cushiony lips call to me. I stare for what seems like hours before I finally walk to the kitchen.

What if I’d lost her? I dump coffee in the filter and add water, feeling edgy as I imagine my life without her.

I let her sleep most of the day, only waking her to drink and have a few crackers. She looks like hell and I’m sure feels worse than that. When I try to get her up in the early evening, she seems confused, wobbly, and still drunk. I leave her again to sleep, but I’m concerned. Hangovers don’t usually last this long.

Just as I’m making coffee the next morning and considering a trip to the emergency room, I hear her come into the room.

“Daddy?” I turn to see her, wearing just my t-shirt. Her bare toes curl into the rug as her naked smooth legs squeeze together in a show of her submission. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“Baby, it wasn’t last night. It’s Monday morning.” I want to go to her, brush back her messy hair, cup her face and kiss her. But more than that I need her to know how scared I was the last few days.

“It is?” She blinks. “Oh, God,” she adds and clutches her head. “How come I still feel so awful?”

“I’m wondering that myself.”

She looks up at me. She looks pale and shaky and I want to fold her in my arms and take care of her but she’s brought this on herself by falling back into her old ways.

“I don’t like when you’re upset with me,” she says sadly. Her nipples harden as I eye her.

“We have some talking to do, young lady.” I cross my arms and she nods. “You had me worried sick.” She swallows hard and tugs the edge of the t-shirt down.

“I’m really sorry I scared you. I honestly don’t know what happened. My memory is fuzzy at best.”

“Have I not been giving you enough attention? Have I not been a good daddy, Jordan?”

Her eyes start to swim. “I’m sorry! Daddy, please don’t think that.”

“Jordan, these are things you used to do to get attention.”

“I know, but that’s not what this was, I swear!”

“Then what was it?” I ask sternly.

“I don’t know. I don’t even remember having more than two drinks.”

I stalk toward her. Take her hand, linking our fingers together and pull her into me. “Perhaps some time over my knee will bring your memory back,” I say and fist her hair with my free hand. Tilting her face up, she releases a breath, and I pin her with a stern glare.

“I know you’re going to punish me, Daddy. And I know I deserve it. I screwed up, but... I really need to know you still want me.” Tears spill over her lids and my chest aches for her.

“Want you?” How could she possibly think just because she messed up I wouldn’t want her anymore? “Of course I still want you. If anything imagining you hurt or taken has shown me how badly I want you—need you in my life.”

I turn and fill two mugs with coffee. “Here, drink this.”

She takes the cup and frowns. “It’s black.”

“Uh huh, and that’s all you’re getting. Naughty little girls don’t get cream and sugar.” I take a step closer to her, tipping her chin with my finger. “Today you’ll be punished all day and I’m using my imagination.” I press my lips and look deeply into her eyes. “Starting with the shirt and panties. Lose them.”

She takes a sharp breath. “You want me naked?”

“I do. Naughty girls don’t deserve clothes either.” Her eyes round and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. I raise my brows at her and watch her throat work. She sets the coffee down on the counter and pulls the shirt off. My cock strains against my boxers, but I ignore it.

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