Page 4 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

Lainey groaned and nodded. Hooded Man easily lifted her until she was perched on his knee, like a child on Santa’s lap. She sniffled and wiped at the tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Here's the deal. You have powers, whether you’re ready to admit it or not. There are some very bad men who would like nothing more than to get their hands on you, so they can perform experiments on you and learn about your powers, and then eventually kill you.”

Arguing with him hadn’t gotten her anywhere, so she shifted gears and sent him a sympathetic smile. “Look, I know you think that. And I can appreciate you trying to protect me. But I don’t have powers.”

“Bullshit.”

The terse response had her blinking in surprise. “What?”

“That’s bullshit, sunshine. I don’t know what your powers are yet, but I do know that you should already be dead. Uglier Mug was holding you right up against him when he got struck by that lightning bolt. You should have fried right along with him. And yet, not a scratch on you. Shit.” He snorted and tugged on her blouse. “Even your clothes are fine.”

The comment reminded her that she was sitting on his knee with her underwear around her knees and her skirt hiked up around her waist. But she was too tired to feel more than mildly embarrassed by those pesky details. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for that.”

“Right. Like maybe you put up some kind of forcefield. I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out. Until we do, and until we can figure out how to keep you safe, you’ll stay here.”

Lainey rolled her eyes. “I appreciate the offer but I’m not staying here.”

“Wasn’t an offer, sunshine. You’re stuck with me until further notice.” He slipped a hand under her bottom and squeezed one abused cheek, sending a flash of pain through her. “Do I need to demonstrate what will happen if you try any funny business?”

Self-preservation finally won out over stubbornness. “No. I get it.”

“Good girl.”

God, that gruff voice shouldn’t be so sexy, especially when he was being such a brute. But damned if she didn’t have to squeeze her thighs together to try and relieve the ache between them. Leave it to her to be turned on by having her life threatened and being rescued by a bossy jerk.Focus, Lainey.“Well, if you’re going to be keeping me captive here, can I at least know your name?”

It was somewhat satisfying to see the wariness creep into his eyes. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“What? Why?”

“Plausible deniability, sunshine.”

She huffed out a breath and glared at him, but his expression never changed. “Well what am I supposed to call you, then? Oh, I know!” She smiled brightly. “Asshole! How about I just call you asshole? It fits.”

In the blink of an eye, she found herself over his knee again, with a new round of lightning fast spanks reigniting the pain in her bottom. “Since you’ll probably be spending a lot of time here,” he began, punctuating his statement with two extra hard swats that had her squealing, “you can just call me Daddy.”

“You can’t be serious.” But despite her scoffing, her pussy throbbed at his words. Jesus, she really was fucked up.

“Serious as a heart attack, sunshine. You don’t need to know my name. All you need to know is I’m in charge, and if you don’t listen, I’ll punish your pretty little bottom however I see fit. So, it’s Daddy to you. Consider it a nickname.”

“I like asshole better,” she grumbled.

“Eh, I’ve been called worse. But it’s Daddy, unless you want to be eating soap for dinner.”

“Fine!” Tears of defeat and frustration burned in her eyes. “Can I get up now,Daddy?” She spat the word with as much sarcasm and animosity as she could muster, but it didn’t seem to faze him.

“Sure.”

He released her and Lainey scrambled up off his lap for the second time. This time, she didn’t take any chances. Stumbling backwards away from him, she yanked her underwear back up, hissing a little when the rough fabric brushed against her raw skin. Daddy – God, she couldn’t believe she was really calling him that – grinned up at her.

“Sore?”

Lainey crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “I’m fine,” she lied.

“Good. Want to order a pizza? I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

CHAPTER 3

Donovan

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