Page 91 of More, Daddy
Briar is gorgeous, and smart, and seeing that her room is preserved to a time in her life when she was likely very happy—her girlhood—does something to me.
I want to take her from this.
I want to provide her with all of the things she wants, and in return, care for her, love her, and be with her.
I want her to have everything her heart desires, and to not have to live in a time capsule in order to find a sliver of happiness.
Except, to forgive her for the lie, to move on fully, I needher to understand why it hurt me so much. I need her to feel that pain, too, so she never inflicts it on me again.
I spot a purse hanging over her desk chair, and peer into the hall to make sure the shower is still on. After confirming, I cross the room, and dump the bag out on the made bed. Sifting through for just a moment, I stumble upon the very item I’m looking for.
I dig my phone from my back pocket, and hover it over the blister pack of birth control pills. According to the pack, Briar took her pill today.
Daddy’s good girl.
Except, Daddy’s good girl needs to learn a lesson about lying. And I plan to teach her one, one she can’t ever forget.
I snap a photo of the pack from the front, and take another photo of the back of the blister pack before shoving everything into her purse, and slipping out.
On the stove, I make her Kraft Mac & Cheese, and set it aside. Then, I head to her bedroom and wait.
“Drop the towel,”I command, and yes, I’ve considered the idea that her father could very well come home during my visit.
I don’t give a shit.
Let him come home.
Then he can meet the man who is going to take his daughter from him. The man who is going to give his daughter everything he couldn’t, and then give her even more, like a ring, babies, and safe arms to hold her.
Fuck that guy.
I’m making his daughter my babygirl, and I don’t think there’s anything that could stop me at this point.
The ends of her wet hair are heavy with drops of water, which plunk in mini thuds around her feet. The towel joins the drops of water, and my eyes traverse the most beautiful terrain.
Briar’s naked body is gorgeous, consisting of silken skin, sleek lines of muscle, voluptuous dips and velvety curves. Her tanned areolas give way to nipples hardened with desire. Her bottom lip pinned beneath her top teeth, my babygirl blinks at me, finally bringing her hands together behind her back.
“Get on the floor and crawl to me. Prove to Daddy that you’re sorry. Sorry for all of it. Lying, being a slut—everything.”
She nods, sending rivulets of water down her tits and flat stomach. The old floor creaks as she braces herself on hands and knees, tipping her head up to meet my eyes. Obedience and pleasure rim her expression, and my chest squeezes with how right this moment between us feels.
Her tits sway as she crawls, leaving a trail of worn carpet behind her. When she makes it to my feet, I reach out and collect her face in my palm, stroking my thumb tenderly over her swollen lips. “Come on, climb over Daddy’s lap. It’s time for your spankings.”
She sucks in a breath, her brows rumpling, cheeks hollowing from her shock. “Spankings?” She places her hands on my knees, and my cock, already thick and hard from handling her birth control pills, stands tall, proving stronger than my denim. Her eyes slide to my groin, and she lets a hand go there, cupping me.
“Can’t I just make you feel good, Daddy? Can’t that be my apology?” she asks, batting her lashes at me in a way that stirs up all the dormant desires in my veins, bringing themanew, rushing to the surface. “I don’t want a spanking, it’s gonna hurt.”
I slip my hands beneath her armpits, and drag her onto my lap. She kicks her feet in defiance, but the first swat across her naked ass stops all fight. Briar squeals, her wet hair soaking into my jeans as she settles across my lap.
With the heel of my palm, I smooth circles into her cheeks, one at a time, my other hand at the back of her neck. “Tell me, babygirl, why did you let me be your first?” More intoxicating, dizzying circles on her ass, her frame melting over my legs as comfort seeps into her pores.
“Because I love you,” she replies, drowsy.
“Comfy on Daddy’s lap?” I ask, smiling as I rear my hand back, using half of my power as I swat her hard across her left cheek.
She winces, sucking in air through her teeth.
“Right now, sweetheart, Daddy’s lap isn’t for comfort. It’s for learning lessons.” Another swat, this time a warning swat, gentler and more controlled. I swipe at the sweat beading along my hairline, staring down at Briar’s perfect body in my lap.
