Page 30 of Daddy's Little Spy

“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry!”

A few more swats to the extra-sensitive spot where her ass and thighs met and they were done. Daddy helped her up, gently wrapping her in a towel before carrying her to the bedroom. He sat in an oversized chair, cradling her on his lap, brushing soft kisses all over her face as he murmured assurances that she was a good girl.

Still unwilling to climb out of this strangely peaceful headspace and face the decisions waiting for Big Diana, she snuggled into him, sniffling quietly, letting his gentle words and strong arms soothe her. She very nearly dozed off again. Why couldn’t she just stay like this, little and happy and carefree?

Eventually, the real world intruded on her happy little bubble of ignorant bliss and she gave a quiet sigh. “Benito. You know I can’t marry you, right?”

“I know you feel that way.”

She hadn’t expected him to give in so easily, but she couldn’t help but feel the weight of what was coming threatening to crush her. Sitting up, she twisted so they were eye to eye. “It’s not just a feeling. I’m a cop and I’m never going to stop being a cop. I can’t put on that badge, pledging to protect and serve my city, and turn a blind eye to my husband’s dirty dealings.”

“And you won’t have to.” Hope soared inside of her for a split second before he continued. “As far as your fellow officers know, you’ve fallen quite ill and are taking an extended leave of absence. Eventually, this will lead to the need for you to resign from your position.”

Shock, grief, anger — a maelstrom of emotion froze her in place and for a moment, she could only stare at him. “I am not quitting my job.”

“We’ll find something else for you to do. Emilio has been looking for someone to improve his security.”

“You’re not listening to me!” If she’d been standing, she wasn’t entirely certain she wouldn’t have stomped her feet. “I am not resigning, and I am not marrying you.”

“Then what do you propose we do about this situation, Detective Clarke?” The warmth had fled from his voice and his eyes, and she was grateful for it even as she trembled. Here was her monster, the man who would give her the strength to fight for what was right. “Do you think I should let you go, allow you to continue your investigation? Sit idly by as you work to put not just myself, but the people I love, behind bars?”

“What if I left?” As much as she loved her hometown, she knew she could easily find work anywhere else. “I could go, get a job in another city. You’ll never hear from me again, and we can both go back to living our lives like normal.”

His harsh, bitter laugh surprised her. “You think I can just go back to the way things were, now that I’ve had you? You honestly believe I can simply let you go after I’ve tasted you? After I’ve felt the exquisite agony of you coming all over my cock?”

Gripping her face in one hand, he squeezed just to the point of pain. “Tell me that you could do it. That you could just walk away from what we have and be happy and fulfilled somewhere else, pretending we never met.”

The lie trembled on her tongue, but the past twelve hours had left her stripped bare, raw and exposed, and she couldn’t push it past her lips. “No. But what choice do we have?”

“You already made your choices, bambolina. You made the choice to poke your nose where it didn’t belong and play the spy. You made the choice to take on an entire undercover investigation by yourself, leaving you without backup, without anyone to rescue you. This is only the natural consequence of the choices you’ve already made.”

The weight of his words settled in her gut like a rock. Was he right? Had she set the trap for herself?

Before she had a chance to respond, a light rap at the door interrupted them.

“That will be Amara. She offered to come help you get ready for the wedding. If you give her any trouble at all, you will be saying your vows with a very sore bottom. Am I clear?”

“Yeah.”

The hand holding her face squeezed gently and she glared at him with every ounce of fury and hatred she could muster as she corrected herself. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

A few hours. That was how long she had to either find a way to escape or marry a man who was the living antithesis for everything she stood for.

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