Page 39 of Watch Me, Daddy

“And if I’m bad?” I sassed.

His gaze locked onto mine, and within the depths of his eyes, I saw a tantalizing promise, dark and seductive and full of threatening warning. In that fleeting moment, his eyes revealed a world of passion and possibilities, drawing me deeper into the intoxicating magnetism of his presence.

“Then you’ll find out how I deal with bad little girls, won’t you, princess?”

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a subtle shift that spoke of an intensity held barely in check. The faint quirk of his lips hinted at a smoldering confidence, a silent assurance that he knew just how to navigate the delicate dance between us. As his gaze locked onto mine, a shadow of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a dark promise that sent a thrill of anticipation down my spine. His brow furrowed in a mixture of determination and desire, an intricate tapestry of emotions woven across his features, each thread pulling me closer to the edge of a precipice I was all too willing to leap from.

I wanted to explore the depths of his darkness.

Pain.

Pleasure.

All of it.

My stomach growled, breaking the moment of tension, and Aidan’s dark gaze was broken with gleeful amusement.

“Now though, sassy girl, you’re going to let me cook you breakfast. As much as I’d like to stay in bed with you all day, I don’t think your stomach would agree,” he exclaimed with a soft chuckle.

“I guess not,” I whined.

He threw back the covers and popped my ass with a hard spank. It didn’t really hurt, but it was enough to make me hop out of bed.

“Finneeeeeeee,” I sassed, rolling my eyes for added effect.

“Keep it up, naughty girl, and you’ll make me take off my belt,” he vowed darkly, and with a gasp, I scooted into the closet and shut the door behind me. Without thinking, I pressed my hands back and cupped my bottom, imagining what his belt would feel like lashing across my bare cheeks.

While the thought made me anxious, I didn’t hate it. In fact, I even felt a little bit curious. After getting the first spanking of my life from Aidan, I knew it would hurt, but how much I wasn’t certain. Would I like it?

“You have fifteen minutes!” he called out from outside the closet door.

I rolled my eyes again, even though he couldn’t see. I stuck my tongue out and made a face at the door before I heard his footsteps cross the room. The door creaked open in a flash, and I quickly covered up my playful face with a smile.

“Don’t make me come up and get you,” he warned, his eyes sparkling.

“What are you going to do about it,Daddy?” I answered back, feeling playful.

“Oh, princess. You’re playing with fire,” he chided, but his eyes were dancing with mischief.

“I don’t need to worry with those pillow hands,” I sassed, unable to stop myself from poking the bear even though I knew I was about to get burned, or at least a little singed.

He strode into the massive closet and grabbed my arm, not hard enough to hurt, but roughly enough to remind me who was in charge. He spun me around and wrapped his arm around me, holding me close enough so that I could feel the rock-hard iron spike of his cock between my bottom cheeks.

“We’re going to discuss my pillow hands tonight when you’re naked over my knee, princess. Until then, you’ll do as you’re told and get ready for breakfast like a good girl,” he warned, and my core ignited with fire.

“Tonight?”

“Yes, sassy girl. I want you thinking about the fact that you’re gettingspankedtonight all day. I want you to think about being made to strip off all your clothes and climbing over my knee yourself, knowing that what comes next is going to hurt. Maybe if you take it like a good girl, Daddy might make you come like one. If not though, Daddy will make you come like a sassy girl needs to come.”

I shivered with desire.

“You’re not allowed to wear panties today, either. I want that pussy bare, wet, and available for whenever I want to touch it,” he purred.

“Yes, Daddy,” I breathed eagerly.

He spun me back around and locked eyes with me. For the briefest of moments, I worried that I might have made him angry, but there wasn’t even a hint of a temper in his warm gaze. Instead, there was a delightful twinkle of enjoyment as his grin widened. Gently, he cupped my chin and lifted it so that he could capture my lips in a soul-rendering kiss that took my breath away from the very start.

“You’re perfect, sweet girl,” he whispered.

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