Page 34 of Daddy's Little Spy

And then it was over, and she was in Benito’s arms, being kissed like they didn’t have an audience. The rest of the world fell away as she clung to him, whimpering softly while he claimed her in front of God and everyone.

When he ended the kiss, she expected to be righted so they could make their way to the dining room where she was vaguely aware Amara had a celebratory meal set up in their honor.

Instead, she found herself scooped up in his arms as he made a beeline for the door.

“Benny! What about lunch?” Amara called after them.

“Eat without us. We’ll see you for dinner.” Looking down, he grinned, the gesture full of wicked promise. “Maybe.”

“You’re being rude,” Diana scolded, but she couldn’t deny the thrill his words sent through her.

“They’re family. If you can’t be rude to your family, what’s the point of having them?”

Her delighted laugh was cut short when he wrestled open the door to his bedroom — and stopped dead in his tracks.

“What in God’s name happened in here?”

Turning her head, she surveyed the mess she and Amara had left behind. “Whoops?”

“You are going to clean up every bit of this mess, little girl. Later.”

Taking her cue, she pouted up at him. “Yes, Daddy.”

His groan told her she’d hit the right notes. Crossing the room, he set her on her feet by the bed, spinning her so her back was to him. A quick tug of the zipper and the gorgeous dress puddled around her feet, leaving her completely naked. She hadn’t brought a change of underwear with her the night before, and Amara had deemed her tits small enough to go without a bra, so she’d gone bare under the dress.

“Fucking Christ,” Benito growled, palming one of her ass cheeks. “I’m glad I didn’t know you were naked under there. It was hard enough to concentrate on what Father Russo was saying as it was.”

“Didn’t you like my dress, Daddy?”

“I loved it, bambolina. But you could have been wearing a paper sack for all I cared. All that mattered was making you mine.” His free hand wrapped around her throat, pulling her back against him. “Which you are. Isn’t that right, Diana?”

Her response tangled with the mess of emotions inside of her, but she managed to push it to the surface. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Get up on the bed. I want you on your knees with your head down and your ass high.”

One emotion began crowding out all the others — need. The need to feel his touch again, to have him filling her, fucking her, the achingly desperate need for release at his hands. By the time she was in position, watching him prowl the perimeter of the bed as he tugged the long tie from around his neck, that need was the only thing she could focus on.

And when the cool silk covered her eyes, she thought she might spontaneously combust right there on the spot.

“Sweet, beautiful Diana. I am looking forward to consummating our marriage. But first, I promised you a discussion on honesty.”

Oh, god. Somehow, the fear his words induced only heightened her need for him. Add in her helplessness at being blindfolded, and she was a trembling, sweaty, aching mess.

And he’d barely touched her.

Cocking her head, she strained to listen to the sound of him moving around the room, trying to guess at where he was or what he might be doing. So it wasn’t a complete shock when she felt his hand on her ass, but she jumped all the same at the surprisingly gentle touch.

“What do you think the proper punishment is for a little girl who lies to her daddy?” His voice was as gentle as his touch, but everything about this screamed setup.

“Um. A sp-spanking?” she ventured, hating the way her own voice broke on the word.

“A spanking is definitely in order. But that will only be one minor part of your punishment, my sweet little spy. By the time I’ve finished with you, lying to me will never be an option for you again.”

Even as she trembled at his declaration, some part of her wept with relief. This was exactly what she needed to alleviate some of the guilt she felt at continuing to deceive him. To break up the heaviness that had settled in her gut when she’d realized she had no choice but to marry him, and had grown weightier with each passing hour.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please punish me so I can be your good girl again.”

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