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"You're mine," he told her, looking up at her. "And do you know what that makes me?" Her heart leapt into her throat. She did know. She had wanted to say the words that morning but had held herself back. She nodded. "I want to hear you say it, little one."
"Daddy," she whispered. Sam's eyes drifted closed, and he smiled. When he opened them, Lily nearly took a step back at the soft-eyed look he was sending her way. There was tenderness and want, desire, and need in Sam's eyes, and it was all for her. No one had ever looked at her like this.
"Daddy," she said again, reaching out to cup a hand to his cheek. "You're my Daddy. You want me when I'm messy."
He nodded and leaned into her touch. "I'll always want you, baby girl. Thank you for choosing me."
She blushed and squeezed his hand tightly in hers. "Of course, Daddy."
"Seeing that man can't have been easy for you. Was it?"
"No." She shook her head and blinked back against the sudden tears that pricked her eyes. It wasn't that she wanted Trent, or anything associated with him, but it was a reminder that she had been so disposable to him, someone to drop and pick up again like a discarded toy, that had her emotions spinning. Lily needed the noise of it to stop, and there was only way she knew for that to happen. From the look on Sam's face, he knew it, but of course, he did. That's what Daddies did.
"I'm going to remind you who you belong to. We're not going to think about him anymore after this, are we?"
Again, she shook her head. "No."
"And you know the best way to do that is over my knee, don't you? Every time you sit down and feel your sore bottom, who are you going to think about, little girl?"
"You," she breathed, already moving to go over Sam's lap. She craved his touch so much that she wanted to get under his hand, be brought to the edge and then put back together tenderly. He was the only one who could do that, give her the kind of peace that would follow, and she eagerly unbuttoned her jeans and let him pull them down. He nudged her to the side and guided her down and over his lap.
"Good girl, you're so good for me," he praised, a hand trailing over her back and over her still panty-clad ass.
Lily let out a shaky sigh when Sam hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them down, baring her ass to him. She shivered from the cool air but then sighed when his hands moved lower to massage her skin, warming her against the chill.
"You're going to get ten," he said, hands still moving over her skin and making Lily moan. "You will count out loud for me. If you lose count, you will have to start over. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Ah, ah, what was that?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"That's it, beautiful. Now relax and count for me," Sam told her. His voice was in that low timbre that felt like honey and velvet all at once. The kind that had Lily forgetting where she was, though it only took the first strike of Sam's palm on her ass to have her remembering exactly where she was and why.
"One!"
Smack.
'"Two!" The skin under his hand was tingling, warmth spreading from where he'd hit her to the tops and backs of her thighs. Oh god, she wanted him, was getting needy for him as her clit throbbed in time with the next three smacks of his hand.
"You're mine, baby girl," Sam told her as he struck her once more.
"Six!" Lily cried, hands going out to grip the couch and steady herself as he continued to mark her skin.Smack. Smack. She sobbed at the feeling that was coiling in her like a spring wound too tightly, like a bowstring about to snap. All the shame and sadness Trent had triggered in her, the remorse and anger at herself for allowing such a thing to go on, was rising higher and higher until it was breaking over her like a tsunami wave.
Smack!
"Nine," she sobbed, turning her face into the couch as the final blow landed and she managed to choke out the last number. "T-ten," she coughed, and just like that, the wave hit her full force, the guilt of it all washing away. She wasn't the girl who was a mess, wasn't the undesirable or lost girl on her own, because she had her Daddy, and he had her back. She could stand on her own two feet, but her Daddy made her stronger, and he wanted her for all her imperfections.
Burning ass or not, she felt free.
"Shh, shhh," Sam crooned, pulling her panties up and pulling her right side up to cradle against him. The big man folded himself around her as she continued to cry. "You're safe, Lily." He kissed her temple, hands moving to brush her hair away from her face, fingers wiping away her tears as she continued to cry herself hoarse.
They stayed like that, wrapped up around each other for a few minutes, or at least Lily thought it was a few minutes. It could have been much longer or shorter, but she couldn't say. It was hard to keep track with Sam holding her, with him kissing her and handling her as if she were made of glass.
She wished she could stay like this forever. Just the two of them, safe and happy, away from the world. It would be nice, she thought, because Sam was nice to her. He was good for her. He wanted nothing but the best and would help her find what that was. Lily smiled and turned her face away from his chest to look at him. "Thank you." Her hands clutched at his shoulders and he smiled down at her.
"Are you all right?" He smoothed a hand over her hair and down her back. The pressure from his touch was slight, but her body was alight; it felt like a live wire, and she shivered under his hand.
