Page 190 of Tempted By her Daddies

He reached behind her and slapped her ass. “Are you joking me? Because that better have been a fucking joke or I will take you over my lap right now and spank you until you can’t sit tomorrow.”

“Well, obviously it was a joke.”

It hadn’t been.

She thought it was a very real fear. How was he going to breathe?

“It is not up to you to worry about things like that,” he told her sternly. “That’s my job. Your job is to do what I tell you."

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Slap! Slap!

Ouch!

“Hey! I think my poor bottom has taken enough of a beating today. There should be a limit on how many spankings one girl can be given.”

He snorted. “There isn’t. Besides, you could barely call what I gave you earlier a spanking. Just a few smacks. Maybe I should have given you more, it might have helped your behavior.”

Rude.

There was nothing wrong with her behavior.

But before she could tell him that, he grabbed hold of her hips and drew her down to his mouth.

Oh. God.

That felt . . . incredible. She could hardly believe how different it felt in this position. His tongue thrust deep into her pussy, in and out before moving up to her clit to tease her. She tried to move, her instincts telling her to grind down on him, to get more friction. But he held her still and all she could do was hold onto the weights bench for dear life until she felt herself spiraling toward that orgasm.

Pleasure rushed through her, harder and more intense than the last orgasm. She closed her eyes, her cries filling the room.

It was too much.

And yet, not enough at the same time.

She barely felt him moving her, but when she opened her eyes again, she was sitting on his lap, cradled against his arm as he pressed the electrolyte drink to her lips. She opened her mouth without argument, drinking some down.

“Ahh, so the key to getting you to be obedient is orgasms? Good to know,” he teased.

She slapped his chest. He truly was terrible.

Then he set the drink aside and sat her on the weights bench.

Then he grabbed his sweatshirt that she’d worn down here, pulling it over her head. It was then that she realized how cold she was.

“You had no idea that you were getting cold, did you?”

“I . . . well, it must have just happened.”

He grunted and picked her up, cradling her against his chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Well, she tried to. But he was so big that it didn’t really work and her legs ended up dangling against his sides.

“You had goosebumps. And your feet and hands are cold,” he grumbled as he carried her out of the room. “Remind me to talk to Roman about your circulation.”

“My circulation is fine! And Roman doesn’t need to be researching anything else about my care. He has enough going on.”

“Nothing that is more important than you,” he countered as he started up the stairs.

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