Page 65 of Watch Me, Daddy

It was Aidan, his strong frame filling the doorway. There was a warm smile on his lips that immediately eased my anxiety. His presence alone had a calming effect on me.

We’d spent the night apart, wanting to keep to tradition, but it had been one of the hardest nights of my life. I’d missed his warm body surrounding mine, his arms wrapped around my waist, and his comforting presence.

I hadn’t slept that well because of it.

“Hey there, my beautiful bride,” he greeted, his voice soothing as he stepped inside.

“Hi. Just… making sure everything is… perfect,” I said, offering him a shaky smile and attempting to mask my jitters.

“You’re perfect, Irina. No need to fuss.” He chuckled softly and closed the distance between us, his fingers grazing my cheek as he gently tilted my chin up to meet his gaze.

His words had an instant calming effect, like a soothing balm on my nerves. The way he looked at me, with such unwavering adoration, made the fluttering butterflies in my stomach settle. It was as if he could see past my anxious exterior and right into my heart.

“I know,” I replied with a hint of playful sass, letting myself relax against his touch.

“You’re going to be the most stunning bride anyone has ever seen.” Aidan’s thumb brushed over my lips, his gaze warm and sincere.

The way he said it, his voice a mixture of tenderness and certainty, gave me a renewed surge of confidence. My nervousness slowly melted away, replaced by a growing excitement for the journey ahead.

Before I could reply, he leaned in, his lips claiming mine in a soft, lingering kiss. The gentle press of his mouth against mine made my heart skip a beat, and I felt my nerves dissipate like mist in the morning sun. As the kiss deepened, I couldn’t help but smile against his lips, feeling a surge of playful energy. With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I softly nipped at his lower lip.

Aidan’s surprised chuckle vibrated through the kiss, and his fingers tightened their hold on my waist. His lips pulled away slightly, and he looked at me with a mixture of amusement and desire. “Feisty, aren’t we?”

“You know I can’t resist a chance to keep you on your toes,” I replied. I flashed him a coy grin, feeling the nerves now replaced with a different kind of thrill.

His laughter was rich and deep, a sound that resonated within me and filled the room with an indescribable warmth.

“Then you should know I can’t resist a chance to put you over my knee,” he murmured, before leaning in for another kiss.

My heart pounded in my chest at his words as his lips gently possessed mine. The kiss began with a gentle sort of tenderness, but it didn’t stay that way for long. As he pulled away, he bit my lower lip much more firmly than I had his, hard enough for a glimmer of pain to jolt straight down to my core. My clit pulsed as if it was waking from a deep slumber.

“But, Aidan,” I tried, and he cleared his throat, cutting me off.

“Daddy,” he corrected, his tone laced with warning.

“Daddy, it’s my wedding day,” I whined.

“Little girl, does Daddy need to take off his belt?”

“No, Daddy,” I pouted.

He grasped my chin, dragging his thumb firmly across my lower lip. “Trust Daddy to give you what you need, princess,” he murmured, and I pouted a bit harder. I hadn’t gotten a spanking in weeks now, and the prospect of one looming so closely again made me so anxiously needy that I could feel the seat of my panties dampening from my arousal.

He leaned in and nipped my lower lip again, not hard enough to draw blood, but it made me yelp out loud all the same.

“Bend over the bed,” he demanded.

“But, Daddyyy,” I tried one last time.

His gaze turned much sterner, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch in the back of my throat. The mischievous atmosphere shifted, replaced by a raw, unspoken command that sent a shiver down my spine. In that moment, it was as if he saw through all my playful facade, delving into the depths of my thoughts and desires. It was a look that demanded my full attention and conveyed the unspoken promise of what was to come. Despite the sudden seriousness, a flicker of anticipation danced in his eyes. Then, it was gone, masked by a dark seduction that made a shiver cascade down my spine.

My gaze dropped to his broad hands, watching as they openly flexed as if anticipating smacking my bottom until it was bright red. My pussy clenched hard, and I tried not to dwell on the fact that it aroused me so much.

Time seemed to stand still as he strode over to me, closing the distance between us in three short steps. Gently, he grasped my upper arm and led me towards the oversized king bed in the center of the massive room.

I found myself focusing on the bed itself, almost like my mind didn’t want to accept that I was about to get a spanking on my wedding day, especially one that I’d instigated all by myself. I stared at the soft white comforter stretched across the expanse of the bed, almost as if it were inviting me to bend over it and sink into its plush depths.

He stopped beside the bed and carefully spun me around to face away from him. One by one, he undid the small buttons that laced up my back, but stopped only about a third of the way through. It was enough to loosen it around my breasts, but not to allow it to fall down to the floor.

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