Page 10 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

His words tumbled around in her mind as the second stroke fell. Lainey screamed at the thick line of fire dancing across her bottom, but she didn’t move. A third and a fourth fell, right at the lowest curve of her bottom and the tops of her thighs. She stamped her feet and dug her fingers into the couch cushion, but God help her, she stayed bent over with her ass in the air waiting for the next lick of Daddy’s belt.

“When I give you an instruction.” Another flash of deep, biting pain. “It’s to keep you safe.” And again, eliciting a loud squeal Lainey barely recognized as her own. “You’ll listen to me.” Two strokes in a row, one right on top of the other. “Or you’ll find yourself here, every fucking time.”

“Okay, okay! Ow, fuck that hurts!”

“Yeah? Good. Maybe you’ll listen next time.”

It was the last time he spoke during the whipping. Lainey begged and pleaded, promising to nevereverbe naughty again, but he never responded. He let his belt do the talking, up and down her bottom and thighs, until she finally collapsed against the arm of the couch, sobbing so hard her chest ached.

Still without speaking, he pulled her up on trembling legs and swept her into his arms. He carried her to the bedroom and stretched out on the bed with her still cradled against him.

Even though he was the one who had just whipped her until her ass felt like one gigantic bruise and she was sobbing like a child, Lainey curled into him. She clung to him as the storm swept through her, the tears cleansing her the way brutal storms often did. When the storm finally passed, she sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Feel better, sunshine?”

“I guess. Sorry I didn’t listen before. I… I just really thought you were overreacting.”

“Wish I was. Pretty little thing like you doesn’t need all this trouble.”

Tilting her head back, she managed a small smile. “You think I’m pretty?”

The blue of his eyes burned again. “You’re fucking gorgeous. The things I want to do to you…”

They shouldn’t. He’d just punished her like a little girl, and apparently there were people out to kill her. The last thing they needed was sex muddying the waters. And yet, everything in her ached for him.

Lainey lifted a hand to his cheek and let him see the need in her eyes. “Show me, Daddy.”

CHAPTER 5

Lainey

A gentleman would have asked if she was sure. A man with scruples would have told her to put her clothes back on. But he wasn’t any of those things, and the knowledge thrilled her. His hand traveled up the inside of her thigh to where she burned for him. “Please.” She lifted her hips, pressing her throbbing pussy against his hand. “Daddy, please.”

“Patience, little girl.”

Fuck. He wouldn’t even need to touch her at this rate. Lainey’s heart raced and every nerve felt like it was on fire. She’d never wanted anything in life as much as she wanted his hands on her right then. Sunlight streamed through the window, warming their skin, as though Mother Nature herself was as happy as Lainey was in that moment.

Before he had a chance to deliver on his unspoken promises, a loud knock on the front door interrupted them.

“Dammit. I bet that’s the pizza. Don’t move, sunshine.”

“Tell them to leave it in the hall or something. Please.” She was nearly begging, but what did it matter? He’d stripped her of her pride with every stripe from his belt.

“I’ll be two minutes. Your ass better be in this bed when I get back.”

The man she only knew as Daddy rolled out of bed with a grace she wouldn’t have expected from a man his size. He walked through the bedroom door, leaving her burning and wanting in his absence.

“Asshole,” she muttered, yanking her underwear and shorts back up. Holy hell, her ass hurt. It throbbed with every tiny little move she made, and she swore she might never sit comfortably again. The thought made her body hum with need, but she did her best to ignore how fucking turned on she was at the thought of being disciplined by him.

Daddy walked back in moments later. The way he cocked his eyebrow at her, simultaneously made her want to punch him and throw herself at his feet.

His gaze slid over to the window, where fierce, pounding rain buffeted the window. “You’re upset.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What was your first clue?”

He gestured to the window. “The storm. You really don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?” Looking at the window then back at him, she frowned. “I’m hungry. Where’s our pizza?”

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