Page 12 of Unwrap Me

“Daddy.”

“That sounded awfully whiny, baby girl. Try again. Tell me. What do you need?”

“You!” I whisper-shout, trying my best not to attract attention.

Chris chuckles, the rumbling sound traveling through my body. “Yeah? You need me to take you upstairs and punish you like the dirty little slut you are, is that it?”

It’s humiliating. And yet, every time I’m called alittle slut, it only serves to make me want him more.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Okay, baby girl,” Chris says, his hand smoothing up to my throat to tilt my head to face him. “Let’s get you upstairs and punish you. It’s what you deserve after all.”

My head bobs in an instant response of agreement, even with his fingers splayed along my jaw.

And finally, Chris leads me away from the scene in front of us as the first whack of the paddle sounds, taking me upstairs for my own punishment.

I’ve never been so excited.

7

If kinky hotel rooms are a thing, this is one of them.

The room Chris takes me to looks like it could be part of an upscale hotel if it weren’t for the black walls and LED strip lights. It’s dark and moody, but still elegant. The LEDs provide a red haze over the space that matches the pillows on the bed, and the subtle gold accents from the lamps to the full-length mirror give the room a classy feel.

The door shuts behind us with an audible click and suddenly it occurs to me how real this is. I’m about to have sex with a man nearly twice my age who I met on the internet. One who I’ve calledDaddyall night long while he’s teased me to the edge of sanity multiple times. Not only sex, but first, he’s going topunishme.

Desire lights up my skin.

The pounding in my chest speeds up as I watch Chris from behind. He moves to the dresser with pure elegance in his stride.

The elevator ride here, and all the way down the hallway, it felt like I was walking to a moment that would forever change me. But Chris, he was as calm and confident as a man could be. It’s in the way he speaks evenly, holds my hand with a gentle strength, maneuvers my body like he’s already had me in his bed a thousand times. He knows what he's doing, and that fact turns me on as much as it rachets up my nerves.

Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I wait for him to speak, his silence letting my mind explore this punishment before it even happens. There are already things laid out on the surface, including what looks like a whip, but with multiple tails coming off it. Chris admires the objects before turning on his heel and facing me.

In the dim light of the room, he looks foreboding. His eyes find mine, holding my gaze. “You’ve been quite the little brat tonight,” he muses, his voice darkening as he begins to take off the maroon blazer he’s wearing. Zips of electricity travel the length of my body as he takes his time, folding it neatly and laying it over the back of the chair. I press my lips together, not sure what to say in this situation that will get him to move forward and do what he’s promised.

He unclips his cufflinks next, setting them down on the dresser side by side before he cuffs one of his sleeves, his gaze colliding with mine. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” he asks.

“Sorry, Daddy?” I say it like a question as I search his expression. But it gives nothing away.

“A bit late for sorry, isn’t it?” He finishes cuffing one sleeve, revealing his toned and muscular forearm before moving to the other side. He’s dragging this out, giving me more time for fear to slither its way up my spine. The anticipation is killing me.

I nod.

“Words, Noelle. You need to speak when I ask you a question. Understood?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, and he pauses his motions, looking at me with a lifted brow.Shit. “Yes,Daddy.”

“Better.” He finishes with his sleeves and steps over to the bed, sitting down on the edge in a wide-legged position. “Come,” he demands.

I don’t dare test him this time, not when I’m aching for his touch and my body is so eager for its awaited release. Moving to him quickly, my heels tap silently against the carpet until I’m standing directly in front of him.

“Sit here.” He pats his thigh.

I do as I’m told, resting my ass on one of his thighs. His palm finds my lower back, roaming over my waist and down to my ass.

“How many punishments have you earned, baby girl?” he asks, the lilt in his voice somewhat menacing. It has my core twitching.

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