Page 89 of Daddy's Arms

She was pretty sure her heart stopped the moment she opened her eyes. “Oh my god. Oh mygod! James!”

Spinning around, she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed before turning back to run her hands over the shiny red metal, awe filling her. The sleek convertible in front of her wasn’t quite the same model as the one they’d rented for their impromptu beach vacation, but it was close enough as far as she was concerned. She could already see herself flying down the highway, the wind whipping her hair around her face, Shannon in the passenger seat finally looking as carefree and happy as she had before…before.

Forcing the dark thoughts away, she turned her gaze to her husband. “This is really for me?”

“It’s all yours, baby.”

“But…why?” It wasn’t her birthday, or their anniversary, or any other special date she could put her finger on.

“Because I love you, and I want you to have the things that make you happy.”

“Oh, James.” Looping her arms around his neck again, she brushed a kiss across his lips. “I have all of that, right here. You’re all I need.”

A teasing smile curled the corners of his mouth upward. “Ah, well, I suppose it’s not too late to tell them we changed our minds.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, little one.” Even with the smile playing at his lips, his expression was all Daddy. “There are some rules, though.”

“There’s always rules with you,” she grumbled, though she’d known it was coming.

“Only three. One, you obey the traffic laws. The first time you get a ticket for any kind of moving violation, you’ll be handing over the keys for a week.”

Well, she had a feeling she was going to be losing her keys fairly regularly. Who could drive a car like that without speeding? It was impossible. “What’s rule number two?”

“You always wear your seatbelt. I know you do anyway and it goes without saying,” he said, cutting off her protests, “but I’m letting you know right now that if I catch you so much as backing out of our driveway without your seatbelt on I will make sitting in that driver seat extremely uncomfortable for you. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” That one was easy enough, since she’d had that rule forever anyway. “And the third?”

Now his smile spread, and the stern expression left his eyes. “Have fun. I want you to enjoy every second you spend behind the wheel of that car. And that’s an order, little girl.”

Grinning, her heart full, she pushed up to her tiptoes and pressed a noisy kiss to his lips. “Now that rule, I’m happy to follow.” While he was distracted by her kiss, she snatched the keys from his hand. “Last one home is a rotten egg!”

She made it there in record time, a fact which did not go unnoticed by her Daddy. Since she’d managed to avoid getting a ticket, he compromised by putting her over his knee for a spanking that left her bottom burning and her pussy dripping with need.

Then she spent the rest of the evening showing him how much she appreciated her new car, before finally drifting off to sleep, snuggled in the safety of her Daddy’s arms.

The End

Daddy’s Laws Preview - Chapter 1

With the fading summer sun warming her skin and the wind teasing her hair, Shannon Wright pushed the little convertible to its limits with a whoop of pure joy. She fucking loved summer. And her best friend, Olivia Monroe, had lent her the use of her beach house and the car she insisted went with it, for five glorious days. The convertible had been a surprise gift from Liv’s deliciously sexy husband, James. According to him it was a “just because” surprise, but Shannon had her suspicions it was more of an “I love you and I’m glad you’re not dead” present.

Considering all Shannon had gotten for her own brush with death was a pile of hospital bills and weekly therapy appointments, she didn’t feel the least bit guilty about borrowing the car or the house for a few days.

Shaking off the gloom threatening to ruin her weekend, she cranked the music up another few notches and pressed the accelerator to the floor. So far, traffic was surprisingly light for a holiday weekend and according to her traffic app, she should have smooth sailing all the way to the beach. Then again, that had been half an hour ago, and traffic on the Chesapeake Bay Bridge was unpredictable, at best. It couldn’t hurt to double check, so she grabbed her phone from her purse and unlocked the screen.

A second later, the wail of a siren pierced the air.

Glancing in her rear view mirror, she rolled her eyes at the red and blue lights behind her. “Fucking hell.”

She slowed and eased the car to the shoulder. Silently fuming, she sat with her hands at ten and two until the trooper approached her door.

“Do you know why I pulled you over, ma’am?”

Plastering on her most apologetic smile, she looked up. “I’m not sure, officer.”

“Well for starters, I clocked you doing eighty in a fifty-five. And then there’s the little issue of using your phone while you’re driving.”

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