Page 21 of Daddy's Little Spy

That would change soon.

Satisfied she’d learned her lesson and would keep her hands in place, he lifted the belt high and delivered the next three in quick succession, working his way down from the middle of her bottom to the sensitive crease where her ass met her thighs.

She cried out and thrashed a bit, but kept her arms wrapped tightly around the bear.

“Halfway there, bambolina. The next time I tell you ‘no’ to something, are you going to go behind my back and do it anyway?”

“N-no, Daddy.”

“Good. Five more. Keep a good hold on your teddy.”

He started in the same place, layering the second set of strokes over the first, each one met by a short, high scream from his naughty little girl. When the final stripe landed across her sit-spots, she collapsed against the bed, tears trickling down her cheeks as she panted for breath.

“Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy from now on?”

“Yes,” she sniffled once, so pitifully he nearly laughed, “Daddy.”

“I hope so.” He stroked her back until her sniffles faded and she sighed, relaxing under his touch. Trailing his hand down her spine and over the curve of her ass, he slipped a finger inside of her, delighted to still find her wet and needy. Moaning softly, she pushed back, impaling herself on his finger, her body instinctively searching for release.

Could she be any more perfect for him?

Pulling away, he stripped off his clothes and climbed onto the bed. Nudging her thighs apart, he settled between them. “Are you ready for your reward, bambolina?”

With a low groan that went straight to his already painfully hard cock, she lifted her hips, inviting him in. And when she spoke, it wasn’t with the sweet, high tone she’d used during her punishment, but with a thick, needy growl. “God, yes. Fuck me, Daddy.”

It was all the invitation he needed. Gripping her slender hips, he filled her with a single, hard thrust. Her responding cry was a heady mixture of pain and pleasure. As much as he wanted to take his time, to savor her, his own instincts were urging him on.

There would be time to savor later. For now, the need to own, to claim his mate, urged him on and he drove into her. Fucked her, just as she’d asked.

Reaching a hand under her hips, he found her swollen little bud and rolled it as he took her, until her screams of release echoed around the room. Her already tight pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him until he followed her over the edge an embarrassingly short time later.

Collapsing on the bed beside her, he pulled her into his arms with her head nuzzled against his shoulder. The bear she was still clutching brushed against his chest when she yawned and rolled into him.

Flat on his back, his blood still on fire and his breath still coming in deep, ragged gasps, he grinned up at the ceiling. When she’d come, it hadn’t been his name on her lips.

She’d come screaming for Daddy.

* * *

Drowsiness dragged at her, threatening to pull her under the blissful waters of sleep. But she couldn’t stay, no matter what she’d promised in the heat of the moment. It was horrifying to realize she could be so easily controlled by her hormones. She needed to find a way to get that under control before she saw him again.

Because even now, mere minutes after the best orgasm of her life, she could feel the need building again every time she shifted and felt those twinges of pain from her punishment. Who knew being spanked and called a naughty little girl could be so fucking hot?

“Settle, bambolina. Little girls need their sleep.”

“Look, Benito. I know I said I would stay, but I really —”

He rolled, pinning her beneath him, the soft fur of the teddy bear he’d given her to hold during her punishment pressed between them. “You made a promise, Diana.”

Oh, shit. Every alarm bell in her brain fired off simultaneously at the dark, dangerous note in his voice. “I know. I’m sorry, but I really do need to get home.”

Shifting his weight to one arm, he ran the tip of one finger down her cheek, over her jawbone, down to where her pulse beat rapidly against her throat. “Do you know what happens to little girls who break their promises?”

“I don’t —”

His free hand wrapped around her throat, pressing just hard enough to make it difficult for her to draw a breath. “They get their bottoms fucked. Hard. I take promises very seriously, bambolina. You would do well to remember that.”

There you are. Even as she struggled to breathe, relief rose alongside the fear. It was exactly what she’d needed to remind her why she was doing this. Not to get her rocks off, but to take down one of the largest criminal organizations on the east coast.

Playing her part, she widened her eyes, hoping he’d see fear. Tears stung at the corners, the perfect touch. The pressure on her throat eased enough for her to drag in a full breath. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly when her breathing had returned to normal. “I — I got scared.”

His expression softened and he lowered his head to brush a surprisingly gentle kiss across her lips. “I understand. Tonight was a difficult punishment, but you took it so well.”

“It’s not that, it’s just… I guess I’m overthinking things.” She forced a smile, earning her a quiet chuckle in return.

“Lucky for you, I know exactly how to help you turn off that overactive brain of yours.”

In the end, she stayed. Not because he so thoroughly wore her out with more orgasms than she usually had in a month all squeezed into a couple hours, but because it was what Diana Sullivan would have done. Staying really was best for the operation.

And by the time she drifted off to sleep, nestled in his arms, she almost believed it.

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