Page 9 of Daddy's Little Sunshine

Lainey tossed the duffel on the bed and unzipped it. She blinked at the box of tampons and burst out laughing. He’d probably whip her ass again if he found out she didn’t actually need them, so she’d just keep that little secret to herself. Setting them to the side, she reached into the bag. Her hand hit something fluffy and she grabbed it, letting out a high-pitched squeal at the sight of her childhood friend.

Daddy burst through the bedroom door a moment later, cellphone still in hand, his eyes raking the room. “What’s wrong? I heard you scream.”

“You brought me Patty!”

“What?” He searched the room again, obviously not ready to believe there was no danger. “You screamed over the goddamn toy?”

Lainey hugged Patty to her chest. “I didn’t scream. And he’s not a toy. He’s Patty the Platypus.”

“I ought to add an extra dozen to the whipping you have coming for taking five fucking years off my life.” He glared at her, but he couldn’t quite hide the amusement in his eyes. “Get dressed. Pizza’s on its way.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

There it was again – that quick, burning lust. Daddy, or whatever his nameactuallywas, grunted, then turned away and pulled the door shut behind him. Lainey dug through the duffel and found a pair of short sleep shorts and a tank top. She grinned at her discovery. Maybe she could distract him from punishing her with a little teasing. Maybe she’d even get lucky and he’d help her out with the near constant throbbing in herpussy. Just when she thought she was past her crazy reactions to him, he called her little girl again in that stern voice and the need for him came roaring back to life.

She changed into the PJs and slipped into the bathroom with her supplies to brush her hair and touch up her makeup. He’d somehow managed to fit her entire bathroom into the duffel bag, so she thankfully had everything she’d need for the next few days. Or weeks.

Her hand trembled when she twisted the cap off the mascara. Months? How long was she going to be stuck here? Shaking off the negative thoughts, she made one last swipe of the mascara across her eyelashes, and she was done. Putting on her most innocent-looking face, she slipped out of the bathroom and walked the short distance back to the living room.

Daddy looked up from his spot on the couch, and for a moment, she thought her plan was going to work. His eyes roamed her body from her toes up to the breasts she’d left bare under the thin tank top before landing on her face. The blue of his eyes blazed, but the fire was quickly replaced by cold calculation.

“Being sexy as hell isn’t going to keep you from getting your bottom warmed good and proper.” He stood, and the seconds between him rising and crossing the room to her were filled with heavy silence. Lainey’s heart hammered against her rib cage and she wondered briefly if she was leaving a puddle on his floor.

He stopped in front of her, and she had only a split second to wonder about his intentions before he reached up and fisted a hand in her hair, yanking her head back. “Little girls who play with fire get burned. Don’t test me, sunshine. I’m not an honorable man.”

His lips were on hers before her brain could formulate a reply. Fucking hell, the man could kiss. Her mind went blank and she sank into him. The hand in her hair tightened, but thequick, sharp pain only fueled the need throbbing between her thighs.

And just like that, it ended. Daddy pulled away, leaving her trembling and swaying on unsteady legs. “I want you, Lainey. You can decide if you feel the same after your punishment.”

He released her hair, and Lainey rubbed at her scalp. “Can’t we skip that part and go straight to the fucking?”

“Nice try. And watch your fucking language, would you?”

Lainey rolled her eyes at the blatant hypocrisy. “Yes, Daddy,” she shot back with a sneer.

The sarcastic reply probably wouldn’t earn her any leniency, a fact she realized far too late when his gaze hardened. A hard hand gripped her upper arm and she quickly found herself staring at the hideous plaid pattern of his worn couch.

“Wait! I’m sorry I didn’t listen, but can’t we talk about this?”

“Nope.” She felt a tug on the waistband of her shorts and panties, then cool air brushing against her bare skin. “Naughty little girls who break the rules get their bottoms whipped. Stay still, or we’ll start over.”

Lainey groaned and pressed her face against the couch cushion. Humiliation mingled with her arousal at being bent over the arm of a virtual stranger’s couch, waiting on said stranger to beat her with his belt. This whole thing shouldn’t be sexy, but God help her if her pussy wasn’t dripping.

The sound of his belt buckle jingling ratcheted up every one of her already overwhelming emotions. And just when she’d decided the entire scenario was ridiculous and she wasn’t having it, the first lash of the belt licked across her bare bottom. “Shit!” Lainey popped up from the couch and grabbed her bottom with both hands “That hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt, little girl. Back in position.”

“No!” Still gripping her stinging cheeks, she turned and glared at her tormenter. “I’m done playing your silly Daddygames.” The look in his eyes made her knees quake, and she had to lean against the couch for support.

“You think I’m fucking playing? I’m not. If I’m going to keep you safe, you have to listen to everything I tell you. This isn’t a game, sunshine. It’s life or death, and this is a lesson in obedience. Bend. Over.”

“I’ll obey, I swear I will. You don’t have to beat me anymore!”

“You’re not showing me you can be obedient, little girl. The longer you stand there and argue with me, the worse this whipping gets.”

“Fine! Asshole,” she mumbled, her throat clogging with tears when she folded herself back into position.

“Yeah, I’m an asshole. But I’m the asshole trying to keep you alive. You might want to remember that, little girl.”

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