Page 13 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

Despite the seriousness of the issue they were confronting, he grinned again. “That’s Daddy to you, sunshine. If you keepcalling me names and swearing at me, I’m going to march you into the bathroom and wash your mouth out with soap.”

Her little gasp of surprise made his cock twitch. Fucking hell, he loved this Daddy business. It was a shame he wouldn’t get to keep her around. As soon as he could, he was going to help her disappear so Rose Corp couldn’t find her. And then she wouldn’t be his responsibility anymore.

Shaking off the sudden regret, Donovan positioned himself behind her. “Spread your knees.” She obeyed with a huff. “Now, I want you to look out the window. What’s the weather like?”

“Rainy. Again. And really windy.”

“Good girl. Keep watching the window. I want you to keep your eyes open. Do you understand?”

“Yes but – oh.” Her protest faded to a sigh when he slipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy. He drew out the wetness and began circling her still swollen clit.

Lainey whimpered and her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed. Donovan flicked his wrist, delivering a sharp swat to her exposed lips. Her shocked squeal filled the room and he was certain she would have crawled away if he hadn’t wrapped his other arm around her waist.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“I gave you an order. You disobeyed. Watch the window.”

“Asshole,” she muttered, and Donovan repeated the punishment. “Ow! Stop that!”

“Be a good girl and I won’t have to spank your pretty little pussy. What’s the weather doing now?”

Another huff. “Raining. Still.”

“Doesn’t seem as windy though, does it? Keep watching.”

She shuddered when he stroked her again, but she obediently kept her head facing toward. He could see her face in the reflection, more of an impression than anything, but enough to know her eyes were still open.

“The rain is slowing down. Still coming, because you’re pouting about those smacks to your pussy. But what if I…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he gripped her hips and lifted her, sheathing himself inside of her with one fluid motion. She gasped and the rain stopped completely. The room brightened as bright rays of sunlight suddenly poured in through the window.

“See that, baby? That’s all you,” he whispered in her ear as he moved inside of her. The first time had been fast and frantic, full of need and lust and power. Now, he wanted to give her soft and slow. He wanted her to have something more than fear when it came to her powers. He hoped that feeling him like this, and watching the effect it had on the weather outside, she would be able to view her powers as something beautiful.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Don’t come until I say.”

She obeyed, whimpering and shuddering when her fingers touched her clit.

“Look at how bright it is. And you feel that? That heat isn’t just us, baby. It’s the sun. You’re doing that. You’re making that happen.”

“No. No, I can’t be.”

It wasn’t just fear in her voice now. The fear was still there, but right alongside it was pure awe. “Yes, you can. God, you’re fucking incredible. Do you know how powerful you are, sunshine?”

She shook her head. “I’m not.”

“The fuck you aren’t. Look at the sun. Feel it on your skin. That’s you. That’s your power.”

“Oh, God. Daddy… I… please!”

She was practically vibrating with need. Part of him wanted to deny her, wanted to draw this out as long as he could. But he craved the feeling of her contracting around him when she came. And he couldn’t deny the intense curiosity about what would happen when she did.

“Go ahead, sunshine. Come for me. Come for Daddy.”

He thrust into her and she clenched around him, her fingers furiously working her clit. The sensation of her wet heat gripping him, combined with her scream of pleasure pushed him over the edge of reason sooner than he wanted. He held her in place as he exploded inside of her again. Fuck him, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard or so fast.

Sunlight filled the room. It was far too bright and warm for a December afternoon. Jesus, she really was something else. Overcome with a sudden, surprising tenderness, he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Did I mention how incredible you are, sunshine?”

She sighed and settled back against him. “I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“Incredible.” He pressed another kiss to her neck. “Beautiful.” Another kiss. “Stubborn and bratty.” This time he nipped at her shoulder and she giggled.

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