Page 22 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
Her father, Austin, will be joining us for dinner this evening, and he has no idea that Hael is now forever mine. I’ve kept an eye on her phone, and the only people who have contacted her are Piper and a couple of other girlfriends. Nothing from her lone parent, even though Hael had messaged him earlier in the week, trying to make plans to see him for Thanksgiving. He read her message but ignored it. For that alone, I’d like to pound the man’s face into the ground.
“Sir?” Turning towards the venue manager, I see that the jeweler has arrived. “This is Harold Kinsley. Would you like to have him set up here or in another room?” The woman, Alice, has been very accommodating and professional.
“Here will be fine. And Alice, could you check your schedule for one of the smaller ballrooms for Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve, please? I’m certain my bride-to-be will enjoy hosting over the holidays without the stress of having to plan and cook.” Her smile widens as she nods and rushes to her office.
“Mr. Kinsley, what have you brought to show me?” Stepping back, the older man places his locked briefcase on the table in front of us, then enters the code and opens it.
“I received your email and picked out my best pieces. One I believe you’ll particularly like is the pinksapphire, marquise-cut gemstone. The white gold band is carved like leaves, and a diamond halo frame surrounds the sapphire.” Carefully retrieving the ring, he hands it to me for inspection. “I realize it’s a bit simple, but with the details you provided of your lady, I feel this would be the best fit for her.”
“Is there a matching bridal set? Something for both of us.” My gaze bores into the stout man as he pushes his glasses up on his oval face.
“Certainly. I also have matching bracelets, teardrop earrings, and a necklace.” He’s gleeful because he realizes he’s about to make a mint off me.
“You have her sizing. Is this ring the right fit?” The man nods. “Have everything else delivered to my home tomorrow. I’ll take this with me tonight. Leonard”—I gesture towards my assistant—“will take care of payment.”
Walking away, I pass Leo, who glances at the ring and grins.
“Knew she’d settle your grouchy ass down.” The fucker thinks he’s a comedian.
“Watch it, or you’ll be out of a job before the day is over.” The growled threat widens his fucking grin.
“Sweet pea,” my tone is softer with her, making me frown. I’ve never been soft a day in my life.
“Daddy.” She smiles brightly as she spins. Theseamstress and her assistants are smart to keep their faces neutral.
“Come here.”Fuck, I can’t wait to get this ring on her finger. To make her mine.
She skips over to me, face flushed with excitement. My eyes are drawn to her cleavage and the chain settled between her plump tits. They’re swelling as they fill up, and my mouth is greedy for another taste.
Reaching for her left hand, I easily slip the ring onto her finger. Her eyes drop down when she feels the band; her body sways as she gasps and stares at it.
“What is this?” Her teary question is so quiet I almost miss it.
“An engagement ring.”
Tentatively, her head lifts to stare wide-eyed at me. The green hue sparkles with unshed tears. “Engagement? Did I miss a question somewhere, Daddy?” The hint of defiance returns, and I want nothing more than to bend her over and swat her ass until she’s on the edge.
“Do you need a refresher on all the things I’ve been saying to you the past few months?” Her annoyed sigh as she rests her chin on my chest, staring up at me with hearts in her eyes and sass on her lips, makes me shout at everyone, “Leave usalone.” A flurry of movement follows the demand as people rush out of the ballroom.
Backing Hael up to a sturdy table, I spin her around and push her forward. She braces her hands on the flat surface and juts her ass out for me.
“Not a fucking sound, sweet pea, or I’m going to bring you to the edge and back with no relief until our wedding night, when I plan on fucking this ass so hard you won’t be able to move right for a month.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Her breathing increases, and her body trembles with desire for the pleasure only I can give her.
“Legs closed,” I instruct. It takes a second, but she obeys. Flipping the skirt of her dress over her bare ass, I pull out the small flogger I brought with us, knowing she’d get mouthy again. I swear she does it on purpose. Not that I’m complaining, because I certainly enjoy our sparring as well. “Do. Not. Move.” Gritting out the words as her thighs rub together, causing the plug to play peek-a-boo between her cheeks, makes my cock throb.
Her hand claps over her mouth as I bring the leather flogger down on her ass in three sharp swats, the leather straps leaving marks where they hit her pale flesh. “Beautiful,” I whisper, pressing a handon her lower back to secure her in place while doing it again. Harder this time, moving with each connection.
What was once creamy white is now a beautiful pinkish tint across her ass cheeks, and I want more. But first, her safety. “Give me your eyes, Hael.” Inserting a sternness into my tone so she understands the importance of her full attention, she breathes deeply before looking back at me, her eyes clear and ready to listen. “If you need me to stop, say red. If you’re okay, it’s green. Do you understand?” She begins to nod but stops when I pinch her hip. “I always need words, sweet pea.”
Blowing out the breath she was holding, she says, “Yes, Daddy, I understand. Red to stop, green for more.”
“Good girl.”
I caress the spot I last hit before leaning down to kiss it. Her faint whimper makes my pulse pound, my dick throb, and excitement rushes through my veins like a drug. I can’t get enough of my sweet pea.
She shivers as I run the soft leather between her legs, soaking up her pussy juice. “Now, are you going to continue to mouth off to me?” With a flick of my wrist, the flogger pulls back and rushes forward, the tails hitting the intended target—her swollen clit.
