Chapter 9
Daniel
“Schrodinger’s babygirl?”
Sadie snickered, her brown eyes twinkling. “I didn’t know you were a math nerd.”
“Takes one to know one, but that’s an excellent idea.” He wasn’t surprised that she got his lame joke. Without waiting for her to reply, he flipped her to her stomach and swatted her sweetly curved bottom before positioning her on her hands and knees.
She moaned softly and arched her back, letting him see glistening moisture seeping from her channel. His mouth watering, he stripped and tossed his clothes into a messy heap on the floor, then laid on his back with his head between her spread thighs.
He spanked her hard, then a second and third time until she cried out and lowered herself to his mouth. She smelled like honey and salt, mixed with something floral that made his head spin.
“Very good girl.” He drew circles around her clit with his tongue as he delivered several more spanks to her bottom.
“God!” She lifted herself up to her elbows and ground her core against his face. “Yes, Daddy!”
Smirking inwardly, he sucked her clit into his mouth and pushed a finger into her channel, curling it to tease her g-spot, making her scream his name as her muscular inner walls clamped down hard.
“Ah, ah.” Reminding himself not to get carried away with the spanks, he slid out from under her before slapping her reddened ass one last time. “Bad girls don’t get to come until Daddy says so.”
Pouting, she stuck her tongue out at him. “Then Daddy needs to say so.”
“Naughty.” He rolled to his back and tugged her close, helping her straddle him. Her wet core brushed against his cock, making him hiss out a breath. “What do good girls say when they want Daddy to let them come?”
“Please get a condom, Daddy?” She reached for the box of protection, then tore it open. “No, wait. Please get a condom before I start making Pi Day jokes.”
Pressing his lips together, he held his laughter inside. Sadie was gorgeous, kind, smart, and one of the most generous people he’d ever met. Her sense of humor was just a bonus for a woman he was pretty sure was already perfect.
“Threatening your Daddy deserves another spanking. Try again.”
Her eyes darkened to whiskey brown, and she lowered herself to brush kisses along his jaw. “Make love to me, Daddy. Please.”
He shivered under her touch and stroked her back, letting his fingers dance along the knobs of her spine. “There’s my good girl. That was a perfect ask, baby.”
“Thank you.” She kissed a scorching path down his chest, humming in pleasure as she tongued his nipples. “You didn’t answer me. Will you make love to me, Daddy?”
“Put—” He cleared his throat of the gravel making him hoarse with need. “Put the condom on me. Make me like it.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Still straddling him, she sat up and wriggled down his body until her face was level with his throbbing erection. Slowly, she took him into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. “And god, I love how you taste.”
Fuck. He clenched his teeth and tried to keep himself still as she sucked him deep. Her cheeks hollowed as she met his gaze and slowly worked her way up and down his shaft. He didn’t even mind her topping him. After all, he’d asked for it, and watching her play gave him a chance to see what she liked.
Best of all, he had plenty of ideas for their next time. A good Daddy paid attention to his babygirl. She would definitely be getting more edging.
“Condom, baby,” he finally managed to say.
“You said to make you like it.” She gave the crown of his dick one last, loving lick and tore the condom wrapper open with her teeth.
“Malicious compliance?” He wrapped her braid around his fist and tugged gently, wishing he’d taken the time to unbraid her silky hair.
“Not malicious.” She pinched the tip of the condom and slid it down his cock, making him tighten his hand on her braid. “I want you too much.”
“Same.” Deciding he’d had enough of her teasing, he rolled until she was under him and hooked an arm around her thigh to open her for him. “Red, yellow, or green, baby?”
“Green, Daddy.” She wrapped her calf around his hips and lifted herself, then reached between their bodies to position him at her entrance. “Have I been a good girl?”
“You’re so good at being bad.”
She squeezed his erection, nearly making him swallow his tongue. “You mean to say I’m bad at being good.”
“That too.”
The base of his spine tingled as he eased his cock inside her. She was so tight…so wet and hot. His heart pounded and he slid a hand under her ass, tilting her hips up to meet his thrusts.
“God, yes.” Gasping, she dug her short nails into his shoulders and clamped down on his dick, making him hiss through his teeth. “Feels so good.”
Needing to taste her, he cupped the back of her head and took her mouth in a torrid kiss, dragging her sweet scent into his lungs. The sting of her nails goaded him as sweat slicked their bodies, making her glisten in the faint illumination from the bedside lamp.
“Fuck, baby.” He kissed the side of her neck, feeling her pulse beat against his lips. “You’re so goddamned beautiful.”
When he nipped the tender spot under her ear, she tightened around him and her breaths came faster. “Please, Daddy!”
His balls tightened and he gritted his teeth, praying he could hold out until she came for him. “Do you need to come?”
“Please, please, please!” She babbled his name and lifted herself to meet him, dragging her nails down his back to his ass. Holding tight, she cried out as her inner walls spasmed around his throbbing dick.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he whispered hoarsely. “Come for me, Sadie.”
“Yes! Daniel!” She wailed and her body stiffened before exploding around him. “Oh, god! Yes!”
His heart pounding, he kissed her again, swallowing her whimpers of pleasure as he thrust one last time into her. His climax struck, stealing his wits as his vision darkened.
“Fuck.” He drew the word out and fell to his back next to her. “Fuck.”
“Mmm.” Sadie laughed softly and rolled to her side, spooning him. “Can we fall into a coma now, Daddy?”
“Is my babygirl sleepy?” Forcing himself to move, he wrapped his arms around her.
“Very.” She lifted her head and kissed him. “But I’ll be wide awake in time for a yummy breakfast of morning wood.”
“Naughty.” He stroked a piece of hair out of her face. “Be right back, baby.”
“Uh huh.” She closed her eyes and smiled.
By the time he had the condom dealt with, she was fast asleep. Shaking his head, he climbed into bed, then turned off the lamp and followed her into slumber.
Sadie
“Sadie!”
Someone pounded on the door, dragging her from a dead sleep. Cursing under her breath, she extricated herself from Daniel’s arms and got dressed, then trudged to the door and opened it a crack.
“What’s going on?”
Beatriz and Lourdes scowled and pushed their way into the room. Their eyes widening at the sight of Daniel still asleep in her bed, they turned around and tugged her into the corridor.
“Your useless sister is here with a cop,” Beatriz said. “She’s accusing you of assault and theft.”
“Your parents are here too,” Lourdes replied. “What should we do?”
“Nothing,” she snapped. Taking a deep breath, she softened her tone. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to shout. Get the crew together and start work on the dungeon aftercare rooms.”
“But—”
Daniel opened the door wide, giving her an eyeful of his body covered in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Her anger surged and she tightened her fists. Not only had Bethany decided to ruin her morning, she didn’t have coffee.
And a Sadie without caffeine was not a pleasant thing.
“What’s going on?” Daniel asked, dividing his attention between her, Lourdes, and Beatriz.
“My sister decided to fuck around and find out,” Sadie replied. “Put on some pants if you want to watch the show.”
“Nope.” He took her arm and nodded at Beatriz and Lourdes. “Excuse us, ladies.”
Before she could protest, he dragged her back inside and shut the door in their faces.
“Hey!”
“Shower and dress,” he ordered as he dug through her bag for clean clothes.
“I don’t care what I look like,” she retorted. “I don’t need to look like I’m about to hit a fashion runway to slap my sister until her head pops off.”
Giving her an evil smile full of teeth, he laid jeans, underwear, and the one cute shirt she kept in her overnight bag on the vanity in the bathroom. “Remember how we agreed that I’d take care of you, baby?”
“Yeah, but?—”
He kissed her forehead. “That means I’m your wing Daddy. I make sure you have everything you need before you slap your sister silly, and I say you need to look like you aren’t fucking around. Last night’s T-shirt and shorts don’t do that, and you absolutely will not hurry on their account.”
“But the police are here too.”
He shrugged and dressed in his jeans and shirt from the night before. “If they were in a rush, they’d have brought a warrant.”
“Oh.” He was right, dang him. She blushed and lowered her head. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He turned her to face the bathroom and swatted her butt. “Be quick. I’ll text Sean and have him pull up the security tapes from last night.”
Still wondering how she’d gotten so lucky, she hurried through washing up, then dressed and braided her hair. To her surprise, Sean, Jake, Ryan, and Mark were waiting with Daniel, and there was a room service cart laden with yummy treats and a coffee service.
“Eat up, sweetheart,” Jake said, filling a mug with the elixir of life as Ryan held her chair.
Daniel filled a plate with tiny quiches, cut fruit, and sausage links, then laid a napkin in her lap before serving himself.
“I have the recordings from last night,” Sean said after taking a sip of his coffee. Scowling, he added, “Including the footage of when a black Corvette tried to hit you.”
“Does it have sound?” Daniel asked.
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Sean smirked and popped a quiche into his mouth. To Sadie, he added, “Your sister is a piece of work, honey.”
“Tell me about it.”
“The cops don’t have a warrant, so we refused entry,” Mark said as he sat across from her and poured coffee for himself. “They’re all waiting in the parking lot.”
Although she wanted to get what would probably be an ugly scene over with, she forced herself to slow down and enjoy her breakfast. Besides, the thought of Bethany and her parents cooling their heels in the parking lot brought her a great deal of spiteful joy.
She never once thought she’d need it, much less want it, but damn. It was nice having Daniel look out for her. She would have done the walk of shame in last night’s clothes, which her sister and parents would have used against her.
Not that she was ashamed. Far from it, in fact. Unfortunately, they’d have made a federal case about it, forgetting entirely that she was an adult and owned a business, including multiple investment properties.
“Eat up, babygirl.” Daniel slid another sausage to her plate and cut a bite before feeding it to her.
She ate it but shook her head when he offered a bite of mango. After finishing her coffee, she said, “Are we ready to do this thing?”
“More than,” Daniel muttered. “This is bullshit.”
Silently, she agreed, but his comment made her wonder. Daniel was wonderful, but she couldn’t help feeling like her family drama was too much. Would he bail after seeing their shitstorm of a relationship?
Unwilling to think about losing him so quickly, she pressed her lips together and let him take her hand. She could handle herself and had been doing it for years. If he decided to peace out, she’d deal.
Deciding to get it over with, she quickened her pace and strode outside. Her parents, dressed in their Sunday best, waited with Bethany, who wore a modest white blouse, a pale blue skirt hemmed below her knees, and tan ballet flats. She looked like a kindergarten teacher.
Next to them, stood a man she knew well. She gave Walt Thompson a warm smile but before she could greet him, Bethany said, “There she is! Officer, I want to press charges for assault.”
Ignoring her sister, Sadie extended her hand to shake his. “Hey, Walt. You still liking your new bathroom?”
“Love it, Sadie.” He gripped her hand firmly and pumped it a few times before letting go. “Care to tell me what’s going on here?”
“Officer Thompson,” her mother said, “we’re sorry to bring you all the way out here, but Sadie?—”
“Excuse me.” Walt held up a hand and shook his head. “I’ve heard Bethany’s somewhat implausible complaint already, and you are not involved. I’d like to hear Sadie’s version of events.”
“You got this, baby,” Daniel whispered before taking a step back.
Fuck. Encouragement at the same time he let her handle her own shit. Where the hell did he even come from?
After sending a wordless prayer skyward, she took a deep breath. Focusing on Walt, she said, “Three days ago, I initiated the eviction process against Bethany Windham for nonpayment of rent. Last night, she found me here and threatened me if I didn’t cancel the eviction.”
“She…” Walt paused and cocked his head as a faint smile twitched his lips upward. “She threatened you?”
“Well, she tried,” Sadie corrected. “It didn’t work.”
She heard chuckles from the Horsemen as Daniel burst out laughing.
“Sadie, this has gone on long enough,” her father blustered, glaring at the men behind her. “I know you and Bethany had a few childhood spats, but she’s your sister.”
Daniel growled, the sound coming from deep in his chest. A shiver worked its way down her spine as her core pulsed with desire.
Dayum. The male growl was supposed to be a paranormal romance thing but fuck if it didn’t push her buttons—especially when her father blanched and shut his stupid mouth.
“I’ve also pulled the security footage.” Sean passed Walt an open laptop. “Ms. Windham attempted to run Sadie down in our parking lot. She also touched Lieutenant Palmer against his wishes, which I assume is the assault she mentioned.”
“Lieutenant Palmer?”
“Here,” Daniel said. “Bethany did touch me without my permission.”
“All right.” Walt held out his hand for Daniel to shake. “First, thank you for your service.”
When Daniel nodded, Walt continued, “Do you have anything to add?”
“Yes, sir.” Daniel folded his hands behind his back and straightened his shoulders. “But first, I have a question for Bethany.”
“Oh, really?” Bethany purred as she sauntered closer. “Are you ready to ditch the loser?”
For a split second, Sadie’s old insecurities flared, and she wanted to walk away. There was no point in standing up for herself. Nobody ever listened, and Daniel wouldn’t be any different.
Pulling herself together, she shoved those thoughts out of her head. Daniel wasn’t like that. Even if he decided she was too much work, he wouldn’t end up with Bethany.
“Actually, I was wondering about your manicure,” he said softly. Taking Bethany’s hand, he lifted it to his lips, his gaze never leaving hers. “You must be an artist.”
“Oh, well, I dabble sometimes.” Bethany fluttered her eyelashes, making Sadie roll her eyes. “I have so many interests.”
“It must be impossible to get black spray paint off your lovely fingers,” he murmured, turning Bethany’s hand to reveal telltale streaks on her cuticles.
Unsurprised, Sadie crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t say anything, nor did she look at her parents. She used to wonder why they let Bethany get away with so much shit, but it didn’t matter anymore. Daniel had her back, just like he promised.
“You have no idea. I tried to get it off, but I had to knock down that stupid brick wall, and—” Her eyes widened when Daniel held up her hand for Walt to see the traces of black paint. “What are you doing?”
“Sadie taped an eviction notice to Bethany’s door the day before my home was vandalized with black spray paint.” Daniel grimaced and let go of Bethany’s hand as if it was infectious. “Including the destruction of my retaining wall, which she just admitted to, I estimate the damage to be around twenty thousand dollars.”
“Excuse me?” Her father, apparently forgetting he wasn’t involved in the conversation, stepped between Daniel and Bethany. “How dare you accuse my daughter of a crime!”
“Sir, back the fuck off,” Daniel barked. When her father paled and skittered away, Daniel said, “I dare because she called Sadie the same ugly name she painted on my house. I also dare because you have spent your life enabling a narcissist at Sadie’s expense. It stops now, and Bethany will be paying Sadie for the repairs and five months of back rent.”
“Sadie, please,” her mother begged. “What will everyone say?”
“Mom, I honestly don’t care.” She wormed her way under Daniel’s arm and smiled happily when he embraced her. “Bethany isn’t my problem.”
“Lieutenant, do you wish to press charges?” Walt scowled at Bethany, then added, “The circumstantial evidence and her admission of guilt for the retaining wall will allow us to open a case.”
Please say yes. Please say yes.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have video evidence. Without it, Bethany won’t get the jail time she deserves.” Daniel kissed Sadie’s temple and leveled a hard glare at Bethany and their parents. “Count this as your one free pass from me, but I will be pressing charges if Sadie isn’t paid for both the damage and the back rent within ninety days.”
To her surprise, Bethany kept her mouth shut. Sadie doubted it, but maybe her sister was beginning to realize her actions had consequences.
Nah.
“What do you mean?” her father asked, pulling Bethany between him and her mother.
“You will cease all contact with Sadie unless she initiates it, and you will never be allowed to abuse her financially or otherwise.” Daniel tightened his arm around her, then tilted her head up with his free hand before kissing her. “None of you deserve to breathe her air, much less speak to her, but I won’t forbid her from talking to you if she wants to.”
Cue the stomach butterflies and melty knees.
Christ. The mix of autocratic Daddy and a man doing his best to help her keep her agency…
Without another word, he turned her around and marched her into the motel as the rest of her male entourage followed. Cheers from her crew erupted the minute the door opened.
“Will you marry me?” Lourdes shouted, laughing when Jasmine poked her in the ribs. “Kidding! Marry Sadie!”
“I haven’t asked her yet,” he retorted. “Ladies, when was the last time Sadie took a vacation?”
Yet?
Holy fuck.
Beatriz shrugged and glanced at the rest of the crew. “Not since I started working for her, so at least two years.”
“More like five,” Jasmine said. “And don’t let her worry about feeding us lunch anymore.”
Before Sadie could protest, he covered her mouth with his hand. “All right. Can you ladies manage without her for the rest of the week?”
“Yeah,” Lourdes said. “We’ll finish your house too.”
“Perfect.” He slapped Sadie’s ass, making her jump with surprise. “Get your stuff, babygirl. We’re out of here.”
“Wait!” Her melty knees tried to give out on her, but Daniel held her up before she faceplanted on the cheap linoleum she wished the Horsemen could afford to replace. “Where are we going, Daddy?”
“Wherever you want, sweetheart.” Cupping her cheek, Daniel kissed her. Slow, so hot, so…perfect. He caught a tear with his thumb, then whispered, “Wherever you want.”
The End