Page 29 of Daddy's Naughty Realtor

“You’ve been carrying the world on your shoulders for a long time,” he murmurs, smoothing a hand down my back, then over the curve of my ass. “But not tonight. I’m not spanking you for discipline, kitten. I’m spanking you to establish the roles in our relationship. I’m spanking you to demonstrate exactly what will happen in the future. I’m spanking you because, damn it, I want to. You’ve given me enough sass in the last two months to drive a man to his limits.” He chuckles.

The first slap lands with a firm crack. I gasp, not from pain, but from shock and then warmth floods the spot he just touched, blooming deep inside me. Another slap. Then another. It’s rhythmic, controlled, and strangely… intimate. With each swat, I feel something else cracking open inside me. Something old. Something guarded. The walls I put up when he left me began to tumble down around me.

He alternates each sharp strike with a gentle caress, his other hand never leaving me. Never letting me drift too far. His swats are measured, controlled. They aren’t too hard but there’s enough of them coming down fast enough that the burn begins to build. It starts to hurt but also… it feels… almost good. Desire pools in my belly. I’ve never been spanked before. Never dominated like this. Letting go and letting someone else have control has never been one of my strengths but it’s incredibly freeing. He stops caressing and the swats fall harder, faster. This spanking is more freeing than any chains being removed. I give in and allow myself to stop thinking and simply feel. I don’t know how long I laid over his lap being spanked before the tears started. Then the ugly sobs. And then, I collapse and let go and submit freely and completely. The release is incredible.

When it’s over, he shifts me up into his arms and presses a kiss to my temple. I feel like a weight was dropped from me… a weight I didn’t realize I was carrying but now that it’s gone, I realize exactly how heavy it was. The weight of having to be in control at all times, the weight of the walls built to hold me in. All gone.

“You did so well, kitten. “I’m proud of you.”

Those words undo me more than the spanking. I turn into him, eyes burning, arms sliding around his neck.

Jeremy stands, lifting me into his arms like I weigh nothing. “Now,” he says, voice low and rough, “let me show you how Daddy takes care of his girl.”

In the bedroom, he lays me down like I’m something delicate, something cherished. I’m still trembling, skin hot, nerves alight. My nipples are tight, my pussy wet. I’m aroused and ready for whatever he does next.

“Still with me?” he asks, kneeling beside the bed.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

He smiles, and it’s like a fire of desire catching behind his eyes. Those two little words were his kryptonite.

“Arms above your head.”

I obey and he leans in, his mouth finding my breast, licking and sucking until I’m arching into him, moaning. His hand travels down, slow and sure, fingers parting me and finding just how wet I already am.

His groan is low, primal. “You liked that, didn’t you? Being spanked. Being reminded who you belong to.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, Jeremy?—”

His gaze sharpens.

“Try again.”

My cheeks flush. It’s hard. Harder than it should be. But I feel safe. I’ve always wanted this.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

And then he’s between my legs, and nothing else matters. His tongue is devastating, drawing circles of pleasure until I’m writhing, clutching the sheets, begging. He takes me over the edge and holds me there, praising me as I fall apart with my first orgasm of the night.

“Maybe you should have eaten more of your dinner. You’re going to need energy for all the ways I’m going to make you mine tonight. How many orgasms do you think you can handle in one night? Shall we find out?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, realizing you are never too old to have a Daddy Dom of your very own.

EPILOGUE

Six Months Later

"Long Luxury Properties," I answer my office phone, still getting used to the sound of my own company's name.

"Is this the same Gina Long who used to answer her phone with a boring 'hello'?" Elizabeth teases from the other end of the line.

I laugh, spinning in my chair to face the floor-to-ceiling windows of my new office. "A lot's changed in six months."

"Tell me about it. New company, new home, new man. Well, old man made new again. How is, the delicious Mr. Ford, anyway?"

"Busy," I say, glancing at the framed photo on my desk of Jeremy and me on the cruise we took after the paperwork had been finalized, his arm around my waist, both of us laughing at something off-camera. "The development is in its final phase. The grand opening is next month."

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