Page 69 of Cutter

“You don’t have one. And what did I say about whining?” he grumbled. “Your boss is going to be here soon. I don’t think you want to speak to him with your butt burning from a spanking. Let’s go.” He scooped her into his arms and carried her out of the bedroom. Before she could argue again, he stood her under the shower.

She squealed with the initial shock of cold water.

“There. Wake up. It’ll warm up in a minute. Stop wasting time.”

Spluttering under the rush of water, Emily watched her gruff Daddy walk out. Strange luck she had. She’d sent out a plea to the universe for a Caregiver and got a no-nonsense disciplinarian, born with the perfect genes for the position.

He had a point, though.

Captain Weaver would be here within the hour. Her home was her age-regression shelter, but today, the circumstances were special. Whether Emily liked it or not, she had to switch gears out of her comfort zone and encourage the adult detective to emerge. She couldn’t receive the captain in a Tween mindset and dressed like one. Her intimate life was unique, sacred, and separate. Not everyone outside the lifestyle could understand how her two personalities coexisted so beautifully within her.

One doesn’t affect the other.

“Are you almost done?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She turned off the shower. Cutter held an open towel. As soon as she stepped out of the stall, he wrapped her up and began drying her.

“I checked your work closet and pulled out a few things to help you get ready. We need to expand your wardrobe, kitten. Get you more in-between clothes.”

She sighed, lifting her arms to make herself more accessible to him. “I know what you mean. When I get home from work,I’m usually so tired and stressed that I want to leave everything behind. I relax in my Middle and Tween outfits.”

“You’re with me now. I’ll take care of that stress.” Finished with her body, he wrapped the towel around her wet hair. “Don’t misunderstand me. I don’t want to change a damned thing about you. So if you’re comfortable going out to dinner in your princess or Goth outfit, I am too.”

She kissed his cheek. “I get your meaning. You’re looking out for me.”

“Always.” He slapped her butt. “Keep going. The clock is ticking. Do you want me to take care of your hair?”

“If you don’t mind, I’ll let it air dry.”

“Today, I won’t argue. I’ll be in the living room, making sure everything’s straightened out. We got carried away out there.”

His jeans were back on, and he’d exchanged the leather jacket for the T-shirt he’d laundered yesterday. Now she felt bad he didn’t get the opportunity to buy another shirt. Then again, her Daddy wasn’t the type to hold back. If he’d wanted to go shopping, he would’ve gone.

Cutter had left out on the bed a pair of black slacks, outdated straight jeans, because she rarely wore them, and two tops. The long-sleeved teal top was her favorite. Since Captain Weaver didn’t know the first thing about fashion, she opted for the jeans and dressed quickly. Should Cutter come to check on her, she’d be almost ready. After squeezing her hair with the towel one last time, she combed it loose and away from her face and walked out.

She found him tying up his shoelaces. He smiled at her without stopping. Once the last bow was done, he stood, straightening his jeans down. “I’m going home.”

Emily froze. “Wait. What?”

“I don’t want to interfere.” He dropped his fists on his hips. “This is an official meeting. I’m an outsider and a biker to boot. Your captain might be uncomfortable.”

Moving to block his path, Emily stood before him and grasped his forearm. “Number one, you’re not an outsider. You’ve brought valuable intel to the investigation despite the exposure to you and your friends. The way I see it, thanks to your info, we have a good chance of busting the Chaos and their Oquendo cohorts. Number two, you and the Spawn have uncovered a minors’ prostitution ring. And number three, you’re my Daddy, and I want you here.”

“Well, well.” He shook his head. “Talk about turning the tables. Detective Mayhew is in the building, and she’s bossing me around.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so forceful.”

“You misunderstand, kitten.” Smiling, he cupped her cheek. “You’re passionate. I like you feisty and rebellious. Gives me fun ideas and makes my hand anxious to spank that lovely bottom.”

“Pity, we’re almost out of time.” She gave him a wicked side glance.

Folding his arm around her waist, he yanked her against his chest. “Don’t tempt me, kitten.”

Holy shit!That was a hot move. Emily’s libido didn’t care about Captain Weaver’s impending visit. It was off to the races. Cutter had her so sensitized that his slightest move made her clit throb with want.

The fog of carnal need was thicker and stronger than her common sense. She whispered, “Touch me, Daddy? Make me come right here.”

“You could get messy,” he groaned, holding her even closer. “Your panties will get wet.”

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