Page 14 of Bet On Me, Daddy

But all of that was just a flash before the nervous little subbie disappeared and the cocky bartender returned with a grin. “Is that so? You think you can break me in one scene?”

“I’ll certainly have fun trying.”

“Bring it on.”

He wanted to kiss her. The urge surprised him, not only because it had been years since he’d had the urge to kiss anybody, but because of how fiercely and suddenly the need rose up inside him. Sharp and demanding, pushing him to lay claim to her full lips.

To lay claim toher.

Because the urge was so strong—too strong for comfort—he eased back, releasing his hold on her chin. “Let’s go, then. Braden reserved a special spot for us down in the pit.”

“Will he be watching?” There was no embarrassment in her tone, only a hint of curiosity he found oddly endearing.

“Yes.” Glancing over his shoulder as they made their way downstairs, he let his lips curve up in a smile that had been known to turn even the brattiest girl into a puddle of submissive goo at his feet. “He wants to be sure you’re properly disciplined for lying to him.”

Instead of submissive goo, however, he got another eye roll that had his palm itching.

“You make it sound so serious. It was just a little fib.”

“A lie is a lie, little girl.” And if she’dactuallybeen his, she’d be ending the night on her knees with Daddy’s cock down her throat so he could wash all those lies, no matter how big or how small, out of her mouth.

Since she wasn’t his, however, he’d have to be satisfied with leaving his marks all over her beautiful ass.

Not a bad consolation prize, really.

“If you say so.”

Their feet were firmly planted on the floor of the pit by the time she muttered that response. Which gave him the perfect excuse to spin her around and land a half dozen stinging spanks to her upper thighs. Ruby yelped and danced through her punishment, but fire sparked in her eyes when he turned her back around.

“What the hell was that for?”

“We’re in the pit.”

The fire in her eyes burned brighter. “So?”

“So, how are you supposed to address me now that we are down here?”

He watched the realization dawn. And then watched her expression shift from furious to exasperated. “Are you really going to be that much of a dick about me calling you ‘Sir’?”

In response, he spun her around again and doubled the count, leaving her thighs spotted with bright pink fingerprints by the time he was finished.Hisfingerprints, a fact that filledhim with a possessive need he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Not since…

Shoving the memories aside, he raised an eyebrow at the woman currently glaring daggers at him. “Are you going to behave, little girl?”

“Iambehaving. It’s not my fault you don’t have a sense of humor.”

They were never going to get anywhere at this rate. “Have it your way, then. Just know that I am keeping track.”

“Whatever floats your boat, Bex.”

Irritation pricked at the back of his neck at the nickname, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of knowing it annoyed him. That was just ammunition for a brat like her, and the less ammunition he gave her, the better.

Settling a hand on the back of her neck, as much to soothe the clawing need to claim her as to keep her where he wanted her, he guided her over to the podium Braden had reserved for them. His play bag was already sitting on the edge of the stage, and excitement pumped through his veins at the sight of it.

Beside him, Ruby jerked to a stop. “You can’t be serious.”

Looking down at her, he raised a brow. “Is there a problem, Ruby?”

“No.” But her voice had taken on a sulky note and there was a pout on her lips. A pout that had him wanting to kiss her again. “This just… isn’t what I was expecting.”

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