Page 22 of His To Protect

“One ticket?” she more stated than asked. He was rejecting her. Sending her away.

He nodded.

“What about you?” What she was really asking was what about us but she couldn’t stay the words. Her heart beat impossibly faster. Her eyes filling with tears, the ache inside her becoming a chasm splitting her in two. She loved him. She’d been looking for family—but she found him instead and now, nothing else mattered—he was her family. Only Jack. Only Daddy Jack.

“But…” A sob wrenched out of her. “You haven’t spanked me for what I did!” She stood, grabbing his arms and tugging him. “You…”

He covered her mouth with his hand, his eyes turning that stern, wet sea-glass green that meant he was in charge.

“Little girl, you’ll get that spanking and many more.” He tapped the ticket that was still in her hand, now crumpled against his arm where she clasped him. “That’s a two-way ticket.” He snatched it from her as she released him to look. “And it doesn’t leave for a few weeks.”

He wore that grumpy face she knew so well and it made her smile, beam actually. He was her daddy grouch.

“You’ll keep me, Jack? You won’t send me away?”

Both of Jack’s hands cupped her cheeks. “Only if that’s what you want, baby girl. Otherwise, I’ll kiss you goodbye and miss you the rest of my life.”

“But you made me yours, Daddy. So I’m yours!” Tears fell over her lids. “Daddy, please! I’m yours!” She sounded desperate and scared but that’s because she was.

“Oh, I plan on reminding you exactly who owns you, little one.”

He reached for his belt, unbuckling it, and she held her breath as it sliced through the loops. When it hung from his hand she pulled her eyes from it to look in his. He pointed to the couch and she swallowed hard.

“Still want to be mine now that I’m going to deliver that whipping I promised you for disobeying me and running off straight into the lion’s den?”

She didn’t hesitate to nod. “Yours, Daddy. All yours. To punish. To love.”

He grabbed her then and positioned her over the couch, shoving her night shirt up.

“If you block me with your hands, baby girl, they’ll get strapped.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Alexis tucked her hands under her chest and gathered a breath, awaiting the first punishing stripe of his belt. It came and fast, making her gasp, and the tears still so close to the surface, fell down her cheeks.

“You’ll never put my baby girl in danger again, Lexi, never. Do you understand?”

Another stinging stripe burned across her ass. Her legs flew up, her toes curling as the sting deepened. “Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re precious to me and I can’t have you in peril.”

The belt landed again and she called out in pain, but even as she did her insides heated. Being his, being punished for not taking care of herself, being called precious, it all made her center slick with need. Two more licks of leather bit her skin before he paused to caress the flayed flesh.

His fingers dipped between her legs as he smoothed his hand over her heated cheek. They slid easily inside her wet channel.

“Lexi?”

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Are you enjoying this whipping?”

“No, sir.”

“Well then, my sweet, you’ve sprung a leak.”

He took his hand away and she cried at the loss and his belt was back too quickly.

“Ten more should do and then you’ll pay your penance to Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes,” she said on a quick exhale.

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