Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Thanking the intensive fitness routine he’d maintained over the years, Beau carried her easily up the curving flight of stairs and down the hall to his rooms. He brushed over the lever doorknob and pushed it open, carrying her into his sitting area and directly through to his bedroom. Beau turned to sit on the edge of the bed, cradling her in his arms.
He brushed his fingers through her brown hair. “Damn, Maisie. I need our time to be now.”
“Kiss me, Daddy. We’ll deal with the world another day.” She sat up to loop her arms around his neck and pull his lips to hers.
Beau didn’t resist her allure. His mouth devoured hers as the passion that always simmered between them blazed higher. When he lifted his head, they both breathed heavily. Shifting her gently, Beau helped her stand between his legs.
“Time for all these grown-up clothes to disappear,” he said, turning her around to unfasten the buttons running down from the neck of her elegant blouse.
As he flipped each one open, he kissed the bare flesh he exposed, loving the shivers that flowed through her body in reaction. His Little’s skin was very sensitive. Touching her was a delight.
With the last button freed, he slowly slid his hands down her sides to reach the bottom of the silky garment. Beau pulled it gently up. When she lifted her arms to allow him to pull it easily over her head, he whispered, “Good girl.”
“Daddy!” she said urgently as she looked over her shoulder.
“I’m in charge, Little girl.”
He smoothed one hand from her shoulder over the delicate bra strap, tracing it to the wider band. Smoothly unfastening the lacy garment, he flicked it over to the side. Beau wrapped his hands around her waist and turned her to face him.
She looked at the floor as if unsure how he would respond to her slight body. Beau leaned forward to press his lips against her forehead before complimenting, “You are beautiful, Maisie. I am a very lucky man.”
Her gaze flew up to meet his. “You always say that.”
“Have I ever not told you the truth?”
She paused before admitting, “No.”
Beau ran his hands up her ribcage to cup her small breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands. Leaning forward to taste her sweet nipples, Beau swirled his tongue around each peak. He loved her gasps in reaction. She was so sensitive.
“You’re distracting me, Little girl. Let’s get the rest of these big girl clothes off.”
He made short work of her classic linen pants and chic heels before helping her step out of the garments. Beau leaned back slightly to read the front of her panties. “‘Good girl’? I think you planned for me to make love to you, Maisie.”
“Mmm, maybe?” she murmured.
“Maybe the good girl isn’t so good.”
Beau watched as she bit her lip before admitting, “I hate Miranda. I won’t be nice to her.”
“I’m giving you a pass on that one. Miranda could make a saint say something pointed. What else?”
“I… I don’t have anything of dire importance on my computer. I never do. It’s all up in the cloud,” she admitted in a rush of words.
“You wanted to stay here with Daddy?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Lying to Daddy is never okay, Little girl. What do you think the punishment should be?”
“A stern warning?” she asked.
“And…”
“A light spanking?”
“A spanking is a good idea. Light doesn’t work for you usually. You only learn a lesson if your bottom reminds you for a few days,” he reminded her, watching her face carefully.
His Little girl loved a few swats and had engineered this to stay with him. Fortunately, her untruth married perfectly with his plans. Beau knew, however, that Maisie would be tempted to lie to him again if she got everything she wanted. Her down-turned face and slight smirk were undeniable signs that she continued to manipulate him.
“Step back two steps,” he instructed. “Hands by your sides, Little girl. Don’t hide from Daddy. You’ve been naughty and need correction.”
Maisie’s head lifted sharply as she met his gaze. Quickly, she realized her plan had not worked. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“You’ll be sorrier.”
“I know,” Maisie whispered as she swallowed hard. “No more lying.”
“Take off your panties. Only good girls get to wear those.”
Shivering, she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband and pushed her panties to the floor. Beau extended his hand as she stood with them in her hand. Slowly, she placed the scrap of lace and cotton in his hand.
Beau raised them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Her aroused scent filled his senses, and he felt the patch of wetness on the material. “Delicious.” He tucked them into his pocket to return to her later when she earned the right to wear the label of Good Girl.
“Over my knees, Maisie.”
He guided her carefully into position, balancing her slight form over his thighs. Beau ensured her fingertips and toes barely touched the thick carpet. Rubbing the skin of her snow-white bottom, he waited until she relaxed.