Page 13 of Rock

Was he making a mistake? God, he hoped not. If she’d shown any signs of wanting to run screaming from the apartment, he would have taken her home and kept his hands to himself. But that wasn’t what had happened. Not by a long shot.

And damn. He was completely incapable of denying his girl what she wanted. He’d never be able to tell hernoin his entire life.

The thought made him stiffen. What happened after tonight? He was leaving. When he got back, she would be gone. She needed to go to college, follow her dreams, get her degree. He would never suggest she give that up.

Nope. They would have to figure this out as they went along. For now, he had tonight, and he intended to make the most of it.

Easing her back, he guided her to one side. “Lie across my lap, Baby girl. Daddy is going to spank your bottom and chase away all the bad feelings from earlier.”

She was trembling as she let him help her into position across his thighs. She was nervous, but he would take his time and watch her closely. With one hand on the small of her back, he patted the backs of her thighs with the other, easing his fingers closer to her bottom. “I’ll start easy, Little Lyla. Let you get used to the feeling. If you want me to stop at any time, just sayred, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy, but every time she called him Daddy, his cock jumped. This was every dream he’d ever had wrapped up in one.

Rock held his breath as he pushed his T-shirt up her body until he slid the cotton under his palm at the small of her back. It took all his self-control not to flip her over and plant his face between her legs when he saw the fucking sexy black thong.

He rubbed her bare cheeks. “You naughty Little girl. That’s some seriously sexy lingerie.”

She shivered. “I couldn’t wear regular panties with that dress. Someone would have seen the lines. The sales lady sold me this bra and thong set when I bought the dress.”

“Do you have other panties like this at home, Baby girl?” Why he needed to know that he had no idea, but he wanted to visualize what she normally wore under her jeans and dresses.

She shook her head. “No. Just these,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you normally wear, Little Lyla.” He needed to know. He couldn’t explain why.

“Just regular bikini panties. Pastel mostly.”

He stared at her fantastic ass while he pictured her in those pastel panties. He’d give anything to be the one to put them onher in the mornings. That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, but he’d think about it every day.

After hooking his finger under the edge of the black lace, he slowly drew the thong over her bottom, down her thighs, and off.

She shuddered.

“When I spank you, it will always be on your bare bottom, Baby girl. I’ll want to keep a close eye on your skin to make sure it turns hot and pink without bruising.” He rubbed her perfect globes again. He could do this all night. Removing the thong hadn’t been entirely necessary. It hadn’t been covering her fantastic ass cheeks, but he’d wanted them off her anyway.

She whimpered and squirmed on his lap.

“Spread your legs for me, Little Lyla.”

Her breathing picked up as she complied, opening her thighs a few inches.

“Good girl. I don’t want you to clench your legs together while I’m spanking you.” He lifted his hand and gave her a firm swat. Just hard enough to sting and surprise her.

She flinched, but the sound that came out of her mouth was musical.

He did it again. Jesus, she was responsive, and he’d bet his last dollar her pussy was soaked. He intended to find out soon. Would she have curls there or would she be bare? When he leaned to the side to see between her legs better, he saw no evidence of hair.

He continued to spank her several more times, grateful he’d not only seen this done many times among club members, but he’d practiced on a few of the old ladies who enjoyed a good spanking. It had never been sexual with any of them, though. This was definitely sexual. Not just for him, but for Lyla.

When he paused to rub her heated skin and check on her, she was panting. “Rock…”

“Daddy,” he reminded her. “Especially when you’re over my knees, Baby girl.”

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“More, Little Lyla?”

“Please,” she murmured, as if it was difficult to admit.

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