Page 46 of Watch Me, Daddy

“Don’t you dare even try! I’m a grown woman!” I shrieked, unable to quell the giggle brewing in the pit of my belly.

As I attempted to take a step away, feigning a dramatic escape, Aidan’s swift reflexes were quicker than mine. In an instant, his arms were around me, effortlessly hoisting me over his strong shoulder. Laughter bubbled up within me, a mix of surprise and amusement, as he carried me back to the bench with an undeniable playfulness.

His grip was firm yet gentle, and I surrendered to the lighthearted charade, letting myself be carried along like a heroine in an old adventure tale. Back at the bench, he set me down on my feet, his eyes dancing with mischief and his stance confidently triumphant.

As the playful energy between us swirled in the air, Aidan’s hands, both commanding and tender, found their way to my waist. With a fluid movement, he guided me until I was standing between his knees, a decadently delicious shiver running down my spine as his fingers lightly brushed my sides. My heart raced, and I met his gaze, a mix of defiance and curiosity in my eyes, as if daring him to continue this unpredictable dance.

The banter between us seemed to fade into the background as Aidan’s expression shifted, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that stole my breath away. His fingers tightened gently around my hips, a tangible anchor in the midst of the whirlwind of emotions raging within me.

“Irina,” he began, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity that resonated deep within me, “I want you to know that what I said earlier, about the arrangement, it wasn’t the whole truth. Yes, there are reasons tied to our families, but beyond that, there’s something more.”

His thumb traced a soothing circle on my hip, and I found myself captivated by the vulnerability in his gaze.

“I want to marry you because I care about you deeply. It’s not just about obligations or alliances. It’s about us,” he continued, his tone unwavering. “I’ve never felt this way before, and I can’t ignore what’s between us. I want you, not just as part of some arrangement, but as my partner, my equal, my queen. I want you for who you are, not just for what you represent.”

“Aidan,” I whispered.

As I met his gaze, a mixture of surprise, hope, and a hint of hesitation flickered through me. This was a side of him I hadn’t anticipated, a depth of feeling that left me both incredibly vulnerable and overwhelmingly elated. And in that moment, as his sincerity washed over me, I realized that my heart was beginning to believe in the possibility of something.

That we were real.

“Now, you’re going to be my bride. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I smiled, taking my lower lip between my teeth a bit anxiously.

“But Daddy wants to know something else, princess, something very important,” he continued.

“What’s that, Daddy?” I questioned, my brow furrowing with confusion.

“You want to be Daddy’s bride, don’t you?”

My pussy pulsed hard, and I blushed even harder.

He wasn’t the kind of man that would just take me without also knowing that I wanted to be his. My heart melted at the realization, and I smiled, unable to stop myself. Instinctually, I knew he wouldn’t have forced the issue had I not wanted it, but because Ididwant it, he was going to take me as his in whatever manner he decided.

The thought of that was ruthlessly hot.

I stared down at the ground and squirmed from foot to foot while his fingers rested on my hips, his touch igniting a fire within my core.

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured.

“Good,” he replied, the intensity in his gaze burning with heat. “Now, naughty girl, it’s time I reminded you what happens to little girls who fight Daddy when he decides what is best for them,” he scolded, the playfulness returning to his gaze in spades.

“But, Daddyyy…” I whined, playing into the charade once more.

I fidgeted before him, my core swirling with growing heat. With every second that passed, my arousal grew stronger, and my heart melted that much further.

“Who decides when thatbeautifullittle ass of yours gets spanked bright red, princess?”

“You do, Daddy,” I blushed. With every word out of his mouth, it was like he was reading the deepest, darkest fantasies in my head.

I didn’t actually want to be forced into marriage, but deep down, a part of me found the idea of being made to marry a man unbearably arousing, and somehow, he knew that. In the same way, I wanted him to be in charge, and he was taking it without needing to be told, which made it far hotter.

The spanking last night had stung, but I hadn’t been able to get the image of him pinning me down, spanking me, and then fucking me until I promised to be a good girl out of my head.

I wanted more of that, and he was giving it to me.

“You know what’s going to happen, don’t you?”

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