Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“Who do you think helped me pick it out?”
“Daddy!” She looked at him, horrified.
Relenting, Steele whisked it behind his back and slid it into the back of his jeans. He extended his hand once again for hers.
With another sigh, Ivy linked her fingers with his. They were all going to know. They’d know anyway. The walls weren’t completely soundproofed.
“Come on, Little girl. Let’s go enjoy your present. Trust your Daddy.”
With each step she took, Ivy felt the zings of arousal gathering inside her. Steele never took control without making sure she enjoyed it. His treatment might be embarrassing, but he always made sure her body loved it.
What would he do this time? The stinging swats he’d landed on her bottom as a warning always made her feel funny inside—like she wanted to feel more. How much more could there be to having a red bottom that hurt to sit on?
His hand squeezed hers, and she looked up to meet his dark eyes. Slowly, she forced her shoulders to relax back into place. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart and mind. He’d saved her from enormous threats to harm her and from the loneliness that had filled her life before.
Ivy tugged her hand from his and latched on to his cut, holding on like she had when he’d first rescued her. His hand folded around hers and he squeezed lightly. He always understood her.
When they got to his apartment, Ivy walked slowly to the bedroom and stood quietly as he undressed her. He said nothing about her damp panties from the ride home and the anticipation of her spanking. When she was completely naked, he ran his hands down her body as his gaze devoured her.
“You are so beautiful, Ivy. I am a very lucky man.”
“Daddy,” she whispered.
“Yes?” he asked, thinking she wanted to ask a question.
“You’re not just a man. You’re a lucky Daddy. That’s even more special.”
“It is, Emerald Eyes. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said in a wavering voice she couldn’t control.
Steele folded a plump pillow in half and placed it on the edge of the bed. Turning, he lifted her and draped her over the cushion on her tummy, presenting her bottom to his view. He stroked over her soft skin.
“Little girls need spankings sometimes to feel—to know who they belong to and who is important in their lives. You are the most precious part of my life, Ivy.”
She held her breath and felt the whoosh of air as the paddle moved. Heat filled her senses, and she bit her bottom lip. She couldn’t describe that impact with the word sting like his swats. Before she could worry about classifying it, the paddle landed again. Ivy wiggled as a new section of skin warmed. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling her arousal flood from her body.
Repeatedly, he deliberately placed the wooden paddle on her upper thighs and across the rounded curve of her bottom. She wiggled, not trying to evade the tantalizing punishment but in anticipation of where it would land next. Her fingers curled into the soft comforter on the bed for support and to stay in position as he coached her with gentle words that soothed her mind.
When the paddle landed on the bed next to her, she jerked up. He wasn’t done, was he? To her delight, he ripped open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a Kelly-green condom. Within seconds, he thrust himself inside her. The feel of his fingers gripping her punished thighs as he held her legs apart and in place added one more layer of sensation. Unable to resist for long, Ivy screamed into the mattress as her body locked around his thick cock, filling her over and over.
“You almost done, Little girl?” Steele asked her two hours later as he cleaned up his tools. He’d skillfully welded the job together that he’d promised to finish that night as she’d worked quietly on the crash bed behind his workspace.
“Yes, Daddy. I just finished the last question.”
Ivy shifted carefully on her hot bottom. The lingering effects of his punishment had definitely kept her focused on the tasks she needed to complete for the professor. She’d never admit that to Steele or he’d decide to make it a routine. Or maybe she would, Ivy thought as she slid her laptop back into her bag.
“You’re going to have to tell me what that look means,” Steele commented.
“Oh, no, Daddy. Bank business. I can’t tell you everything.”
“We’ll see about that. Time for bed, Little girl.”
Because of the late hour, he sped her through the shower and into bed with great efficiency. Ivy cuddled on the pillow with Lucky as she watched him turn on her nightlight. She reached back to rub her bottom and felt the cream he’d used to soothe her irritated skin.