Page 131 of Daddy, Sir

“Has anyone ever spanked you?”

I sit taller, gripping my thighs together. “No, Sir.”

“Have you watched spanking scenes?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. You know what to expect, then. If you break my rules, I will take you over my knees.” He lifts a brow.

I think I’m going to orgasm from his words, and I pray he doesn’t realize it.

“Just so there are no surprises, you should know, when I spank you, it will always be on your bare bottom. I need to see my work to ensure I strike hard enough for you to learn your lesson but not hard enough to injure you.”

I clench my butt cheeks. The thought of Dagger taking me over his knees is so tempting that I’m considering running into traffic just to ensure I get to experience what he’s offering.

“Are we clear, Naomi?”

“Yes, Sir.” I finish the smoothie.

He rises and takes the cup from me. “How about we go unpack your things and get you down for a nap? I bet you haven’t slept well in a long time.”

“I don’t usually take naps, Sir,” I say as I shove off the couch to follow him.

He drops the sippy cup off in the sink and cups the back of my neck, tipping my head back. His gaze is so unbelievably intense when he holds me like this. “Naps are not negotiable, babygirl. Can you trust me to recognize what you need and give it to you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Five

Dagger

I lift Naomi’s suitcases onto the bed and open them while she watches.

“I can unpack,” she argues.

“I’ll do it. That way, I’ll know what you brought and what kinds of things you need me to get for you.”

She rubs her hands together, shifting her weight back and forth nervously on her feet. “But…”

I cup her pretty face. “Is there anything in here you don’t want me to see, babygirl?” I’m sure there is, and it’s so brazen of me to go through her things, but I wasn’t expecting her to show up at my apartment with such strong Little tendencies.

If we’re going to do this… If we’re going to take this path together, then we’re going to do it right from the start. She might be embarrassed over some of the items she packed, but she’s going to be a lot more embarrassed when I confiscate some of them.

If I didn’t think she could handle this and, in fact, craves it with every molecule of her being, I wouldn’t do it. But Naomi is fidgeting, and her cheeks are the prettiest pink I’ve ever seen.

I reach for a stack of panties, set them on the bed, and pick through them. I make two piles.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I point to one pile. “Put those in the top drawer of the dresser.”

“What about the others?” She stares at the thongs and barely-existent pieces of lace—the more adult items she brought.

“You won’t need anything like that for a while, babygirl.”

“Sir—”

I cup the back of her neck again. She seems to respond well when I’m touching her. It calms her. Grounds her. I decide to lay down the law because her body language and the tone of her voice are screaming for me to do so. “Give me one week, Naomi. One week of total submission. One week to see what it feels like to have a Daddy take care of you in every way. If it’s not your thing, you’ll know that before the time is up. I promise. In seven days, we’ll reevaluate and decide what you need going forward. Can you do that, babygirl?”

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