Page 8 of Daddy's Little Treat

Kelsey ducks her head, but the lust in her eyes is unmistakable when she looks at me with her pretty doe eyes. “Are you saying that Daddy didn’t enjoy the hunt?”

I arch an eyebrow. “Oh, I enjoyed our game. But I’ve caught you. Let’s go home so that I caneatmy prize.” I don’t wait for her response before grabbing her hand and leading her through the crowd. I’m motivated by need, and the anticipation is making me half-crazy.

It’s time to teach my Little Girl a lesson she won’t soon forget.

5

LOGAN

My plan to keep Kelsey in sight goes up in flames as soon as I remember we drove here separately.Fuck. Showing up late has proven to be a pain in my ass.

The valet parked my car halfway down the block, but Kelsey’s vehicle is across the street. I keep my hand at the small of her back as I walk her to the host stand. After she hands over the valet card from her purse, I grasp her arm, spin her around, and pull her hips flush against mine. She inhales a shuddering breath when I lean in close, our lips only an inch apart.

“It’s a shame we drove separately. I’d make you ride my fingers all the way home until your cum drips onto the seat.”

Her eyes dart around, looking for any passersby who might overhear me. I lift her chin and force her gaze back to mine. When our eyes meet, my lips press to hers, and I hold us in place for a brief moment, savoring our kiss. Fire races through my veins as Kelsey’s lips part for me, allowing my tongue to slip inside and relish her sweet taste.

Her hands go to the back of my head, bringing me closer as our lips work against each other. Warmth spreads through my chest, and I break away when the urge to lift her skirt in front of everyone—anyone—becomes overwhelming. Kelsey whimpers as she leans forward, stretching her neck to reach me.

“We’ll finish this at home, Little Girl. Drive safely.”

The attendant pulls Kelsey’s car up, and I force myself to step away as she gets behind the wheel. She takes off while I wait for my truck, shifting my weight on the balls of my feet. As soon as I’m inside and the door shuts, I’m flying down the driveway as if I could catch up with her. My stomach is tight with anticipation that refuses to relax until our house comes into view. Knowing the kids aren’t coming home tonight only ratchets up my urgency to get Kelsey inside and naked as quickly as possible.

I park behind her and jump out before I’ve barely killed the engine. I rush over and she’s just closed the driver’s door when I scoop her up into my arms. Kelsey rewards me with the joyous sound of her startled laugh.

“Put me down, Logan! You’re gonna drop me.” She giggles. Her demand is made from over my shoulder as I rush up the steps. But it’s her second comment that earns her a hard swat to her delectable ass. “Ow! What was that for?” I rub the sting away, resisting the urge to bite her juicy flesh.

“Youknowwhat, Little Girl. Daddy’s always got you, and you damn well know better than to think otherwise.”

Her silence confirms her assent, and I set her on her feet. My brief explanation does as I intended and reminds her of the kind of man she’s with. She apologizes with sensual, lingering kisses along my jaw while I fumble to open the door. Once inside, I tap the door shut with my foot before pinning Kelsey to the wall and crashing my mouth to hers. Our tongues tangle, and her ample tits tease my pecs as her chest presses to mine. My grip tightens on her ass and I rub my aching cock against her soft stomach.

Gently catching her lower lip between my teeth, I pull back to gaze at her gorgeous face. She’s lust-drunk when she praises, “Thank God for our new house.”

“Why’s that, baby?”

She smiles wantonly. “Because this one has a playroom, Daddy.”

You read my mind, Little Girl.

Kelsey rocks her hips against me, her core rubbing across my hard cock. A frenetic buzz skitters along my skin, and I shudder, loving that she’s become bolder these last few months. My lips cover hers again, and I slide my hand up her thick thigh, beneath her skirt, and into her lace panties. Her head tips back, and she moans her pleasure while my fingers tease her slit. She’s already so fucking wet, and the urge to drive my cock inside her sweet pussy overwhelms me. But I have plans for us tonight. So I will myself to stop and pull my hand away. I do, however, allow myself a sample—a little treat of licking my fingers clean. And Kelsey’s pupils darken as she watches me.

“So, you wanna use the playroom tonight? Huh, Red?” She nods, staring at my lips. “I like that idea. How ‘bout I give you a head start? You have three minutes to get your sweet ass in our playroom before Daddy comes to find you. Better hurry.”

She takes off with a playful giggle, but I stay in place, watching her go. Her cape flares out behind her, and I feel like a wolf stalking his prey.

I can’t wait to eat her up.

I know I don’t make it the full three minutes before my patience gives, and I rush after her. I’m headed straight for our favorite part of our new home: a small space off the master suite that we converted into our playroom. There are various pieces of equipment in here, including a St. Andrew’s cross and chains hanging from the ceiling that act as the ideal anchor for a set of handcuffs. But what I want to use tonight is my newest purchase, a steel-framed spanking bench covered in black leather. She’ll be gorgeous as fuck as she takes blows across her perfect ass.

When I walk into the playroom, Kelsey’s bent over, pulling off her heels. She’s naked, and I’m treated to one hell of a view as I watch her ass shake while she unbuckles the straps of her shoes. I rub my throbbing cock through my pants, but I don’t dare pull it out yet. Because if I do, there’s no way I could resist her, and we need to have some fun first. When she straightens, I step farther into the room. Kelsey senses my presence and turns to look at me, revealing the excitement dancing in her eyes.

“On the bench,” I command, nodding toward it with a lift of my chin.

Always a good girl, Kelsey moves to where I’ve directed her without hesitation. I praise her while I walk to the cabinet in the corner of the room to retrieve four lengths of red cotton rope. She lifts her head to watch me as I restrain her wrists and ankles to the bench. After finishing the last tie, I stand and trail my fingers up her smooth thigh. Goosebumps rise to the surface of her skin as I continue over her supple ass and along her spine, before fisting her thick, silky hair. Squatting in front of her, I gaze into her eyes, which are utterly gorgeous and full of adoration as she stares back at me.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Little Girl?”

She whimpers, but she’s not afraid. It’s a needy sound. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathlessly replies.

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