Page 39 of Daddy's Vengeance

Sixteen

Cole

Something had changed.

I couldn’t quite put my finger on what, exactly, it was. But there was a definite shift in my connection with Adele after her antics of the previous night. I’d seen a side of her I’d only caught glimpses of before, the tiger lurking behind the sweet, doe-eyed facade. And that was certainly part of it, but I couldn’t shake the feeling we’d crossed some line we could never fully return from.

Sitting in my office, I sipped a cup of coffee as I studied Mikey’s report and waited for her to rise. No doubt she would sleep later than normal, considering the severity of the punishment she’d received. Which was perfectly fine as far as I was concerned. Perhaps the extra few minutes would give me time to get my equilibrium back.

And maybe I would have if Mikey’s report had turned up anything of interest. As far as he could tell, we didn’t have so much as a dribble in our organization. At least not one high enough to compromise my mission.

“It doesn’t make any fucking sense,” I mumbled, glowering at the screen.

“What does not make sense?”

The hairs on the back of my neck bristled at her voice, but I clicked out of the report and sent her a reassuring smile. “Nothing, sweetheart. Just going over some things Mikey sent over.”

“Ah. He has identified your mole.” A bright smile lit her face as she crossed the room to my chair, her stride a little more stiff than usual.

Good. The beast she’d unleashed last night may have been restrained once more, but it was wide awake now, and it reveled in the thought of her bottom aching for a while longer. Perhaps she would be more careful, at least until the pain was more of a memory.

A wince flashed across her expressive face when she settled on my knee, and I couldn’t quite hold back a smug smile. “How is your bottom this morning?”

“Sore, as you can very well tell,” she shot back, her voice haughty and pouty. “I expect I will be so for quite a long time.”

“Hmm, that sounds like Daddy needs to check your bottom and make sure there isn’t any bruising.” Without giving her a chance to argue, I flipped her over, her silk-covered bottom high over one knee.

“That is not necessary! Cole, stop it!”

She reached behind her, but I caught her wrist in my hand, pinning it to the small of her back much like I had done during her spanking the night before. Grabbing the hem of her robe, I slowly dragged it up over her hips, exposing her creamy white bottom.

The red had faded, as I’d expected. There were still a few lingering welts and when I pressed on her flesh, a few spots felt stiff and rough. Those places earned me a few beautiful yelps from the woman over my knee, and I grinned as I patted her bottom.

“No damage done it seems. Which means there is no reason I can’t spank this naughty little bottom today if necessary.”

“It will not be, I promise!”

“Well, seeing as how you’ve already forgotten to address me properly once in the few minutes you’ve been awake, I’m not holding out much hope of you making it the rest of the day without going over my knee at least once.” I punctuated the reminder about my title with two sharp swats to her thighs before helping her back up to sit on my lap.

Her pout was adorable, as was her mussed hair from her trip over my knee. “That was mean.”

“No, sweetheart.” Fisting a hand in her hair, I pulled her closer. “Mean would be forcing you to your knees so you can take Daddy’s cock down your throat to make up for this raging hard-on you’ve given me. Mean would be bending you over this desk and burying myself in your ass without worrying about how your poor little bottom is feeling. Do you want me to be mean, baby?”

“No, Daddy,” she gasped out, but her pupils were blown with desire, giving her away.

“So, if I put my hand between your thighs right now, I wouldn’t find your sweet pussy soaking wet?”

Before I could test my theory, my phone rang. A quick glance at the readout told me it was Mikey.

Swearing under my breath, I yanked her to me for a quick, hot kiss before releasing her. “I need to take this. Go run yourself a nice hot bath and soak for a while, and then I’ll take you somewhere nice for breakfast.”

Her pout returned, but she rose to her feet. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I waited for her to disappear into the master suite before I picked up the phone to call Mikey back.

“What’s up?”

“I still haven’t found the goddamn leak. But I did find something you need to know.”

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