Page 38 of His to Cherish
The room is pretty and girlish but not over the top. There aren’t stuffed animals or dolls, the way there are in the main age play room. This could almost be Lilly’s bedroom in her house, all soft and feminine like her.
But then there’s my girl herself. She’s stretched out on her tummy on the rug, her feet kicking behind her. She’s wearing a white cotton nightie and she has her hair in matching braids on either side of her face. She smiles sweetly up at me. “Did you come to tuck me in?”
Holy fuck.
Her “surprise” is immediately clear to me. She’s willing to take our play to another level. Sure, she calls me Daddy and lets me spank her, but we haven’t extended our role-play beyond that. Tonight, apparently, she wants to go farther.
Part of me wants to press pause. To sit down with her first and talk about limits, to check in with her, make sure this is really what she wants. What she’s comfortable with. But she’s looking up at me with an expression of such eager sweetness. She went to a lot of trouble to make this happen.
“Did you have a long day at work, Daddy?” she asks, putting special emphasis on the last word. I stare down at her and all my hesitation slips away.
I spent years of my life without Lilly at my side, in my bed. I kept a wall between us, insisting we were only friends. Denyinghow we both felt, because I was afraid. I was sure she could never like the things I like. Sure that she would run away if she ever saw the truth of me. Those fears kept us from being together for way too long.
It’s time I let go of that, once and for all, and trust my girl to know her own heart.
I reach for my tie and start to loosen it. “Daddy did have a long day,” I tell her, my voice thick with lust and need. “I’m going to need some special kisses from my babygirl.”
She kicks her feet happily, grinning up at me. “Oh good. I love your special kisses.”
God, how is she this perfect? It’s like she’s scripted this entire thing to match my darkest fantasies. The fact that she’s able to embrace this side of me steals my breath away.
“Come here,” I manage to bite out, even though my throat is thick with emotion. “Don’t make me wait.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She stands and walks toward me, fidgeting and looking down shyly. When she’s standing in front of me, I tilt her face up and stare into the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. My babygirl.Mine.
“Nightie off,” I growl. “You know how I like my special kisses.”
I can see her hands are shaking as she reaches for the hem and that only heightens the fierce lust coursing through me. I want her a bit nervous, a bit off-balanced. So I brush her hands away and grab the fabric myself, pulling it roughly over her head.
“Dear Lord, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, as she stands there in front of me completely naked. Her lush curves make me feel insane with need, her tight little nipples calling out to me. I want to suck them, lick them. Bite them until she cries out. Make her wiggle and squirm beneath me as I take what I want from her body. I want absolutely everything with this woman and I don’t even know where to start.
“I need to tell you something,” she whispers, blinking up at me. “I was a bad girl today.”
My gut clenches with desire as she pulls us deeper into this oh-so-twisted game. I brush a loose tendril of her hair behind her ear.
“Tell Daddy what you did.”
She looks down, the picture of shy perfection. “I didn’t clean up after my bath. I left my towel on the bed and it got all wet.”
I growl low in my chest. “You know what that means, babygirl. I told you the last time you were naughty that was your final warning.” I take off my jacket then make a show of rolling up my sleeves, knowing that always gets her hot. “I’m going to have to punish you.”
She nods, unable to hide the glimmer of excitement in her gaze. She wants this, needs this, as much as I do.
“Do you have to use your belt this time?” she whispers. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
Holy. Fuck. I stare down at her in wonder, unable to keep up the facade of the game at the moment. Is she seriously asking me for that? My girl clearly loves the spankings I give her with my palm—she’s dripping wet every single time I pull her over my legs—but we’ve never gone farther than that. And a belt is pretty damn far.
“Please?” she asks, and I know she wants it as badly as I do.
“Sorry,” I grit out, wondering how I’ll be able to do this without fucking her in the first twenty seconds. “I told you what would happen, baby. And I always keep my word.”
“But Daddy,” she whines, pouting out her lower lip. Fuck, I want to bite it. Instead, I grab her by the shoulders and march her to the bed.
“Don’t argue with me.” I spin her around and push on her lower back until she’s draped over the mattress, her perfect littleass in the air. I watch as a shiver runs down her spine. She’s so ready for this.Me too, babygirl. Me too.
“You need to learn your lesson,” I choke out as I pull my belt through the loops of my trousers. She stiffens when she hears the buckle rattle then seems to force herself to relax, her body going limp on the bed. So fucking perfect. “Now be a good girl and don’t complain.”
I run a hand down her back, the gentle caress at odds with the harshness of my last words. “It’s just me and you, Lills,” I murmur, leaning forward to kiss the side of her neck. “I love our game, sweetheart. You make me so happy.”
