Page 10 of Her Bossy Daddy

I twirled open the lid to the jar and set it next to the small container. I popped open the case, carefully removed the instrument, then twisted it once in the lube. I’ve envisioned this moment a hundred times, but never quite this way. I held out the instrument over my shoulder without a word.

“Good girl,” he whispered as he took it from me. Seconds later my cheeks were spread, and the glass rod slowly pushed into me. “Relax. We’ll be done in a minute.”

The reading took at least three or four minutes to register, so it would be at least that long, except he promised more consequences without a fever. Liam tangled the fingers of his free hand in my hair, caressing and soothing as if he did this all the time. My entire body softened as his touch relaxed me. “I lied about the thermometer.” His fingers stiffened at my confession. “And I lied about being very sick. It’s not physical. I should have called in for a mental health day or a personal day.”

“I’m not happy to hear that.” Liam removed the thermometer, and then he laid it down on the coffee table. “No fever.” His hand struck hard and fast from the roundest part of my ass to the lowest curves and all the places in between. I kicked my feet out and he scissored one of his legs over mine.

“Ouch, ouch!” I wiggled upward but he had me trapped.

“I told you what I’d do, love. Stay still.”

“I can’t,” I wailed. “It’s too much.”

“We aren’t even close to done yet. Stop fighting me, Lacey.”

I wanted to take my punishment like the good girl he’d shaped me into, but my emotions were on overdrive. I tried to push my way off his lap again. His belt buckle clanked followed by the sharp sound of leather as it whipped through his belt loops, and then both of my hands were bound behind my back. Fuck. He barely missed a beat and rained his hand down against my burning globes. The blows weren’t overly heavy, but they were consistent. Liam kept the rhythm, but I’d lost track of everything except how heated my cheeks were. I cried, sniffling and gasping. I’d never been able to self-punish to tears, and I slumped listlessly against his thighs. “I’m so sorry. Wha-what happens now?”

“Being close to one another changes our dynamic. When you broke a rule it had been solely on you to enact the repercussions. I can’t force you to punish yourself.” He undid the belt and rubbed up and down my arms until they were freed. Liam shifted his legs so they no longer trapped mine. “This will only work if we both bend a bit.”

“It’s really hard to believe you’re here in my house. Usually, I’m focused on whatever we’re doing, but I’m all over the place.”

“I can’t touch you over a computer. The sensations were imagined, but now I can actually kiss you, rub you, spank you.” He turned me over and then tugged me up against his chest. “I’m here, love. I’m not going anywhere for quite a while.”

“I wanted this for so long. When you told me about this job, I got afraid. I was scared you wouldn’t like me in real life.”

“We’ve been in real life together, love.” Liam kissed the tip of my nose. “Just further away from each other.”

“What am I supposed to call you?”

“Call me whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Sexy bastard?” I cocked an eyebrow, imitating his favorite expression.

“Give it a go.”

“I’d rather not.” Nope. I wasn’t going to accept that particular challenge while being half naked on his lap.

“Right. Next?”

“May I call you Liam?”

“Yeah, but not now,” he growled as he captured my mouth in his and claimed it.

The make-out session I imagined in my head paled in comparison to his hot, wet lips on mine. He nipped at my bottom lip, sucked on it, and gave me hungry kisses. I broke away first. He smirked and the arousal flooding through my body multiplied. His fingers cupped my mound, teasing but he didn’t explore as much as I wanted him to. I arched awkwardly on his lap, groaning in frustration, but then he crushed his mouth to mine again. I brushed my hand along his cheek, and down over the scruff of his beard. He broke the kiss and pulled back to catch my gaze. I was amazed to see those incredible pools of green locked on me without the border of a computer screen dulling their color.

He cocked an eyebrow as he removed the tangled pants from around my knees then slid them off completely. “Are you in a more agreeable spot yet?”

“No, not really.” I shrugged, unwilling to budge. The lack of clothing concerned me since he hadn’t let me up but I still wasn’t ready to face the rest of the world today.

“All right. I’ll have to find another way to get you there.” Liam slid me off his lap and then got to his feet. “You’ve got something wooden in your kitchen, right?”

“Nope. I broke them all. You’ll have to forego whatever it is you’re planning.” I scrambled off the couch and positioned myself near the doorway to the kitchen.

“Forego?” A huge grin broke out across his face, and he rubbed his palms together. “Not at all, love. Adjust.”

His smile was wide but predatory like he was brewing a naughty plan. Liam strode to my hallway with purpose and headed toward my bedroom. I’d told him about all the special, private things housed there. Including all the little objects he shipped to me. Oh, no! The rug beater.

“Sir!” I dashed after him, but my feet caught on a throw rug and I stumbled into the bedroom. I fell to the floor, off-balanced and irritated. My ego bruised its behind with a thud. “I don’t think you should be in here.”

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