Page 29 of His to Cherish
I gape at him. He can’t be serious. “Ollie. I’m perfectly capable of?—”
Suddenly his hands are around my waist and I’m lifted from the cozy nest of blankets and pillows. I squeal as the cold air hits my naked body, then squeal again when I land over his lap. “What are you doing?”
“Teaching you to not talk back,” he says in a calm voice, like this is a completely normal way to start the morning.
“Ollie, come on—hey!” I cry out as he brings his palm down on my ass.
“Keep fighting me, little girl,” he says, spanking me again. “You’ll get more.”
“What the hell, Oliver!”
He chuckles darkly, rubbing his hand over my bare ass before spanking me again. “You need to understand a few things, sweetheart. I wasn’t fucking around when I told you it my job to take care of you. And it’s your job to let me.”
“You said spanking me was bedroom games,” I grind out, flailing to push his hands away. He grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back in one hand. “Oliver! This doesn’t feel like a game.”
“No, I said the play part was bedroom games,” he says calmly, even as he spanks me again. “This is non-negotiable.”
“That you get to spank me whenever you want?”
“That I get to spank you whenever you need to me to.”
I huff, but stop struggling. “And what if I don’t want you to?”
His hand stills. “Nothing happens that you don’t want, Lilly. I thought I made that clear.” He runs his fingers over my stinging ass. “But I don’t think that’s the case here, is it? You don’t really want me to stop.”
“I…” I don’t know how to respond to that. If I’m honest, I would tell him that his spanking makes my blood heat in a way I can’t describe. I would tell him that I’m already getting wet between my legs. That the way he dominates—and cares for me—turns me on like nothing else.
“I know you, babygirl,” he croons, rubbing his hand more firmly over the swells of my ass. “I know what you want. What you need. Don’t try to deny it.”
“Ollie,” I whine, unable to stop myself from wiggling.
“You need to let me take care of you,” he says. “That means making you breakfast and running you a bath.” He brings his hand down on my ass, harder this time than ever before. “And it means letting me arrange for your safety, if that’s what I want. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because I finally think I do. The truth is, Ollie has always been this way with me. He’s always been a little overprotective, a bit bossy and overbearing. It’s how he shows he cares. Adding this new dimension to our relationship isn’t going to change that. It’s only going to heighten it.
I suck in a breath, calm settling over me as I accept that truth. “I understand, Daddy.”
He groans, spanking me again. “Good girl. Now let Daddy finish teaching you your lesson.”
That shouldn’t make me hot. It absolutely shouldn’t. I should be offended at the very least, probably grossed out. But I’m not. Not in the slightest. I want him to teach me. Want him to take care of me. Want him to own me, body and soul.
He spanks me four more times, his breathing becoming more and more ragged as I squirm and gasp on his lap.
“Such a bad fucking girl,” he groans, grinding his rock-hard erection up into my stomach. “Getting me all worked up before I have to leave.”
“I’m sorry,” I gasp.
“I’m going to be late now,” he continues, grabbing my ass and kneading it roughly. “You’re going to need to make it up to me.”
His hand finally releases my wrists and I immediately move to slide off his lap, ready to go to my knees and take him into my mouth. If that’s part of my punishment, I’m not complaining. But Ollie stops me with a sharp, “No.”
I blink at him, my breath catching at the sight of him, his dark flashing eyes and clenched jaw. He seems on the very edge of his control, and God, what I wouldn’t give to see him finally lose it.
“Not like that,” he says, voice slightly softer, his fingers tightening on my hips. “Undo my belt.”
I do, my fingers moving so fast they fumble a few times before I finally succeed. When he nods at me, I unzip him, pulling him out, his hard cock heavy and hot in my hands. “Put me inside you.”
I fight off a full body shiver as I shift in his lap, eager to follow his instructions. A moment later he’s sinking inside me, both of us gasping. “This is going to be hard and fast,” he warns, hips already snapping up into me. “You’re going to need to get there quick, babygirl. I’m not waiting for you today.”
