Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
There’s always a next time.
Without any more warning, I strike down on her ass cheek. She screams out in horror, her body straightening at the pain of it.
“Ow! Ronan! That hurt!” I can hear the emotion in her voice. A slight tremble. The shock of me actually carrying through with the punishment.
Whap!
This time when I strike her cheek beside the last red stripe mark, she makes a choked sound and tries to climb off me. I grip her hip and squeeze it.
“You have a safe word. Use it, Sof, if you need it. But if you don’t need it, then I suggest you keep your ass right here and take the punishment you earned.”
“You hit me harder than I expected.” She pouts.
“Was I supposed to go easy on you?” I challenge. “If I went easy, it wouldn’t make me a good, firm daddy, now would it?”
Whap!
A sob escapes her. Her ass cheek is bright red from her whippings. I pause, ready to give her the out she needs. When she doesn’t say her safe word, I strike her one last time, hard. Her entire body quakes as she breaks down in tears. I toss the belt and twist her around to where she’s sitting in my lap. She winces at the pain of her ass against my thigh. Hugging her to me, I kiss the top of her head and stroke her hair.
“I really am a kinky bastard,” I tell her, my voice soft. “I’m not sure how I came to be this way.”
Her crying softens as she listens, seemingly eager to know more about me.
“You know, my mom died when I was a young man, and I had to raise my brother Ren. I was no longer a big brother, but his caretaker. Much like a father. And now I’m technically his boss. It’s ingrained in me to want to control things for the ones I care about. I only have their best interest at heart.”
“And me?” she whimpers. “You care about me?”
“From the moment I saw you.”
“Why?”
“Something about your personality called to mine. You want to be taken care of. Not like how your brother does it, but for someone to really care for you with no strings attached.” I kiss her head again. “It makes me happy to make you happy. It’s as simple as that. The kink part of it in the bedroom is hot as fuck, but this is a lifestyle for me. Something that goes beyond the bedroom and is engrained in who I am. If the spanking was too much or you’re not sure you like it, tell me upfront, sweetheart. Don’t let our hearts get tangled first and then leave me hanging later.”
“It hurt.” The pout in her voice does nothing to help the state of my cock. In fact, it twitches against her.
“It was meant to. All lessons hurt in some way.”
“I really wanted you to make love to me again,” she whispers. “I didn’t expect to be so sore from having sex.”
I chuckle, squeezing her to me. “It’s not your fault I last so damn long. When you’re my age, you learn to control when you come and can draw that need out longer. It’s also not your fault that my cock’s so big.”
She laughs but doesn’t argue. “So you still want me? You just didn’t want to hurt me?”
“Of course I fucking want you,” I rumble. “And if you had been a good girl, I would have told you we had other ways to play—ways to please us both. But you were stubborn and wanted your way. It doesn’t work like that in this relationship.”
“So you get to boss me around?” The sass is back in her voice.
“I get to take care of you. You will allow me to because it gets me off and makes me happy. I like taking care of you. Being cared for gets you off and makes you happy. We’re two parts of a whole…a little incomplete on our own.”
She turns her head up to look at me. “You’ve done this before, though. The whole daddy thing. Am I just another…” Her nose scrunches as she bites on her bottom lip, worry shimmering in her blue eyes.
“Another what?”
“Another little girl with daddy issues? Someone for you to fix?”
I roll my eyes at her. “I don’t fix people and move on. I am like any other human being out there—searching for someone to fill voids within me. When I saw you, certain holes that always remain unfilled were brimming with light. I fucking needed you like I needed air. Understand, sweetheart? You’re different and I knew it even before you opened your mouth and sang like an angel.” I kiss her pouty mouth. “I’d be stupid not to pounce on something so perfect. Maybe that makes me greedy and selfish. I call it seeing what you want and fucking taking it.”