Page 17 of Daddy's Rules

Chapter Five

Jordan

Heat burns in me, from my pounding heart to my fiery core. His skilled lips are turning my insides to bubbling lava. When our kiss breaks, he clears his throat. His eyes are heavy-lidded but his pupils are dilated and his look smoldering.

“Wine?” The word comes out huskily and I only nod. I look down and my eyes widen at the bulge in his pants before I rise.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I blurt, feeling flustered. He smirks, chews the inside of his cheek, and points to the hallway.

“End of the hall.”

I feel a little unsteady, love drunk perhaps, but walk swiftly down the hall, leaving the man I have wanted for too long on the couch. Once I’m in the bathroom, I lean against the door, shut my eyes, and breathe deeply.

“Am I dreaming?” I whisper to the empty room. My heart is doing somersaults in my chest. “No, but my dream just came true,” I answer myself and then I can’t help it, I let out quiet but giddy giggles. “Jesus, not in my wildest dream!” I say skyward and continue the rest of the thought in my head. Owen Holloway just gave me an erotic spanking, brought me to orgasm over his knee, and agreed to be my daddy dom.

I bite my lip and pull myself away from the door. Glancing back at it, with a flutter in my belly, I turn the lock before shimmying up my skirt and lowering my panties. I turn my ass toward the mirror and look at my bottom over my shoulder. It’s pink, a blushing rosy color that makes my middle buzz with excitement. There are a few darker spots from his discipline earlier but they excite me too. Owen has marked me. Oh, my God, Owen Holloway has marked me as his!

I touch the warm skin, feeling arousal build more urgently inside me. My core spasms with need. My hand slides from the warm spot on my bottom around my hip to my tummy. I lick my lips and swallow, letting my hand smooth along my belly down my mound where a finger slips between my lips and finds my clit slick, swollen and ready. Two fingers explore, in slow circles and I let my lids flutter closed.

I want him to touch me again. I want more. My body has wanted him for so long and I need to be consumed by him fully before reality crashes this party. I hear Owen calling me just as my breathing quickens from my own touch. I pull my panties up quickly, feeling as if I’ve been caught doing something naughty. And then smile as I lower my skirt. That’s exactly what I am tonight.

Daddy’s naughty girl.

I wash my hands quickly and right myself. When I get back to the living room Owen hands me a glass of wine. He stares into my eyes and it feels as if he’s reading my every thought and feeling. Can he feel the butterflies chaotically fluttering inside me? My heart flipping so fast I’m dizzy? The warmth of my juices as they soak through my panties?

“You’re flushed.” He sets down his wine. “What were you up to in there?” His hand cups my chin and the touch is electric.

Bravely, boldly, using every ounce of sexy I have, I smirk. “Something naughty.”

His brows rise and his head turns slightly. “Spill, baby girl,” he says as his hand smooths up my face to brush aside a stray chunk of hair falling across my eye.

“I was touching myself... thinking of you.” I ignore my insides raging with nerves and focus on the feeling between my legs. “Is that naughty, Sir?” I blink innocently.

I watch his throat work as he swallows. His lips part slowly and then he releases my chin and grabs his wine, taking a liberal drink before he sets it back down. When his eyes find mine again they are both heated with desire and holding a seriousness that makes my gut drop in the most delicious way.

“Yeah, honey, that’s naughty girl behavior,” His hand is back to my face, but this time it slides into my hair. His fingers weave through it until he grabs a thick handful at the back of my head.

It’s a slight tug at first and then, as my eyes flutter and I let a small moan escape, he yanks harder.

“What do you think I should do to teach you not to touch yourself without permission?”

My head is back and my throat tight, but I answer in a breathy voice, “Whatever you want.”

His face comes so close to mine I think he’s going to kiss me. Instead his words tickle my lips. “How about I spank you and fuck you senseless so you never want anything touching you there but me.”

His words make me whimper, but he cuts off my vocalized neediness with his mouth. His lips seize, conquer, and invade. He controls everything about our kiss. I melt against him, as pliable as dough in a pâtissier’s hands.

Suddenly, he’s sweeping me away physically instead of just metaphorically and I’m beneath him on the sofa. He has my hands pinned above me and his mouth releases mine to devour my neck. His tongue is hot and wet and shivers are racing all over my body, my nipples tingle and tighten with need, straining against my bra. I want to touch him but I’m restrained and the helplessness of it makes my clit throb harder. I grind myself shamelessly against his leg and I feel his mouth curve upward against the hollow of my neck.

“Oh, you’re a greedy, impatient little girl, aren’t you?” His teeth sink into the cord at my neck and he bites down just hard enough to make me gasp and cry out in both pleasure and pain.

“I’ll teach you patience, sweet baby girl.” He rises, releasing my arms but before I can touch him he’s flipped me over the side of the sofa, my hands on the floor holding me up. He yanks my skirt around my waist and his hand splays on my back holding me firmly in place.

“You deserve this spanking, don’t you?” The index finger of his free hand is toying with the band of my panties and I’m trembling in anticipation.

“God, yes. Owen, I need you.”

He yanks my panties down and slaps his hand across both my cheeks. “What was that?”

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