Page 19 of His To Protect

His right brow arched. “Hell no!” he answered in a bellow, knowing her and figuring she’d likely kill herself on her first lone ride. “I meant a bicycle—the non-motorized kind.” Pointing, a long finger at her, he continued in a lower growl, “And you’re damn well wearing a helmet, knee and elbow pads.” His eyes narrowed. “Maybe a roll of bubble wrap too.”

“I’m holding you to that, Jack.”

He looked to his side where she walked swiftly next to him. Fear clouded those beautiful eyes, so he firmed his expression. It was a look she read well. “Daddy,” she corrected and he winked at her. The distraction worked. Now she looked more worried about displeasing him than not surviving.

“Better, baby girl.” He gave her hand a squeeze and she squeezed back.

“I knew you were the one from the moment we met. It’s why I put up with your Oscar the Grouch routine,” she said and for the first time he appreciated her ability to see the good—to focus on the positive, and to be distracted easily. But he still shook his head at her and reached to swat her ass.

“I’d be careful with your words, young lady. Daddy still owes you a damn hard spanking and we’ll be hiding out for a while—plenty of time for red asses and begging.”

He looked at her peripherally as they walked, noting her widening hazel eyes. Distract her, he told himself. “I’m guessing a full day on the back of a bike might be miserable with a sore bottom.”

“Daddy, I deserve a damn hard spanking, but I’d rather use that time for other things… Especially when you talk like that. God, you make me hot.”

He tried to hide it, but the smirk pulled at his lips anyway and by the sparkle in her eyes, he knew she saw it.

The damn bratowned him and they both knew it.

The journey startedwith a tour briefing and welcome dinner and because they were meant to blend in, the crowd was large enough and the restaurant had been closed for their group, he decided they’d enjoyed themselves. He’d keep alert, watch every person who came in and never let his guard down, but for now, he had a beautiful woman at his side, some damn fine authentic Spanish seafood paella and wine.

He’d changed up their story, instead of being honeymooners they were just a couple in love which was more truth than not. Alexis was charming and friendly so she made friends quickly. And her pathetic attempt at talking Spanish to their guide made everyone laugh—even him.

Alexis had his heart dancing with every smile, shy glance and flirty kiss, and when she got up to dance to the lively music at the restaurant, he admired rather than grumbled. She was gorgeous and her free spirit had grown on him—maybe because now he wanted to take care of her. She was his.

The hotel the group stayed in that night was nothing fancy—just a place to lie their heads down before their early start and it seemed safe enough, but Jack stayed awake anyway. Not even the wine could settle his mind. And he had to phone Ricci.

First he had to deal with the little brat that had him hard and aching all night with her dancing. He watched her undress through the mirror as he sat in the chair. She smirked at him, knowing he was watching her, and did everything a little slower. He groaned.

“Wanna help, Daddy?” She let her dress fall. “Oops. Never mind.” It puddled at her feet and he gathered a breath.

“See this?” he asked, watching her eyes go straight to his crotch. He jutted his chin, calling her over. “C’mere, baby girl, Daddy’s got something for you.”

Jack stood as Alexis came to him in a sexy runway walk. He growled when he reached out and she moved like a cat avoiding his touch. Her purr made him ache.

“Be a good girl,” he warned and she bit her lip, lowering her chin but keeping her eyes on his.

“I will be, Daddy. Just as soon as you lose those clothes.”

Jack obliged, and when she slid to her knees before him and took him into her hot mouth, he cursed. Threading his fingers through her hair, he took over, controlling her speed, forcing himself deeper until she gagged, before easing off.

“Who’s in charge, little girl?” He didn’t wait for an answer, not letting her off his cock. “I am. And naughty girls who tease get punished.” He wasn’t thinking of spanking her this time though. Not when she had a serious spanking coming. No, this time was about release for both of them.

He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her back until she released his cock, a string of saliva still connecting them. Tipping her face up, she whimpered, her lips swollen and wet.

“Up,” he demanded and helped her to stand. Leading her by the curls still fisted in his hand, he bent her face-down over the bed. Her moan of pleasure made him impossibly harder. “You sexy little minx. Daddy needs you.”

“I’m yours, Daddy.” Her words, soft and whispery, sent shivers of need threading through him.

Releasing her hair, he lowered to his knees behind her and gave her round ass a hefty swat. Spreading her bouncing cheeks wide, he bit one cheek lightly, a nibble that left no more than a nice light moon mark on her, but had her calling out his name.

“A reminder to behave, sweetheart.” And then his tongue found her pucker. She gave a strangled cry, a mix of shock and pleasure that excited him further. Another swat to her ass had her gasping and her juices dripping from her cunt like a ripe peach.

“This,” he whispered against her ass causing her to shiver. “Is mine. And someday, after some training, I’ll bury my cock inside it.” He swept his fingers through her folds, coating them with her arousal, spreading it over her tight rosebud, before he pushed one fingertip inside her.

“Please, Daddy.” Her words ragged with pleasure made him throb.

Pulling his finger tip from her ass had her sweet little pucker spasming, so he gave it another slow lick with the flat of his tongue before pulling away and giving her a stinging swat to her cheek.

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