Page 36 of Giddy Up, Daddy

“You like being given orders, don’t you, darlin’? Having the choice taken out of your hands.”

“You can’t order me to touch myself!” she cried.

“Can’t I? I think I could.” Stafford stood and studied her closely.

Could he? Or would she have to say her safeword?

“But I’ll make things easy on you. I’ll give you the orgasm.”

Thank God.

She breathed out a sigh of relief and gave him a grateful smile.

Turns out, she shouldn’t have been so relieved.

“After I give you a spanking.”

Stafford watched as those words sunk in. Her mouth opened in shock.

“A spanking?”

“You’ve got to be punished. And if you won’t make yourself come while I watch, then I need to come up with something else.”

She gave him a suspicious look. “And that something is a spanking?”

“Yes, a spanking. I’ll spank your ass. And then I’m going to make you come. Normally, you wouldn’t get to come after a spanking, but I’m feeling generous.”

Plus, he really needed to touch her, taste her, to hear her cry out in pleasure and know that he was the one who made her come.

“Couldn’t we skip the spanking?”

“It’s your choice, baby. Make yourself come while I watch or get your bottom spanked. Which one are you going to choose?”

He slid his finger under the material of her panties and along her slick lips. It was probably a bit mean to touch her like this while she was trying to think, but he couldn’t help himself.

“God, you’re so wet. You really got turned on watching me, didn’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she moaned, moving her hips up and down. “Please.”

He was fairly certain that he could order her to touch herself and she’d obey. But he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want to risk her feeling ashamed after.

At least he wouldn’t do it this first time.

Not until she trusted him more.

Reluctantly, he pulled his finger away, and she let out a noise of protest. “Don’t stop!”

“I’m sorry, darlin’. But you don’t get to come until after your spanking.” He slid his finger into his mouth. “Yum. You taste delicious.”

“I do?” She sounded surprised.

“Yes, has no one ever told you that?”

She shook her head, blushing. “I always thought it was . . . that it was kind of a chore for men to do that.”

“A chore?” What sort of men had she been dating?

Actually, he didn’t want to know. Because he wanted to be the only man in her life.

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