Daddy’s Little Sunshine

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

L ainey

Lainey stared at the hooded man who had saved her and then kidnapped her. “I’m what? No, I’m not. I’m human.” Why on Earth did this man think she had some kind of supernatural powers?

The infuriating man snorted. “Me, too. But not everyone sees it that way.”

Temper began to work its way through the shock. “That’s not what I mean! I’m not a freak. I’m just a librarian, for God’s sake.”

“I don’t think God has much to do with it, sunshine.”

“Stop calling me that. My name is Lainey. Well, it’s actually Elaine, but everyone calls me Lainey.”

The elevator dinged, and the hooded stranger dragged her off as soon as the doors opened. She followed him down a cramped, dingy hall where he stopped and unlocked an equally dingy door. Hooded Man glanced around before shoving her through the open door into the most depressing apartment she’d ever seen. The furniture was in decent shape and it was clean, but there wasn’t a single sign that anyone lived there. No dishes on the counter, or magazines spread across the coffee table.

Who was this guy?

Lainey jerked her hand out of his grip, relieved when he released her without a fight. She crossed her arms over her chest and did her best to look intimidating. “What’s going on? Why do you think I’m a Variant?”

Hooded Man locked the apartment door. “You want a beer or something? I don’t have much, but I do have beer.”

“Shocking,” she said with a deliberate sneer. “No, I don’t want a beer. And you know what? I don’t even want to know why you have this ridiculous idea that I'm some kind of freak. I just want to go to work and forget this morning ever happened.”

She started to brush by him, fully intending to open the door and walk out and never see him again. But he grabbed her arm, stopping her. A chill raced down her spine at the firm grip.

“Not happening, sunshine.” Scowling, he pulled her towards the couch. “Sit down.”

She had already taken two steps with him before she realized it. Her cheeks burned with the knowledge that she’d been so ready to obey. “No.” Stopping in her tracks, she tried to pull her arm from his grasp again, but this time his grip on her barely budged.

“Fine. We’ll do this the hard way.”

Before she had a chance to ask what the hard way entailed, her hooded kidnapper dragged her to the couch and sat down. He yanked on her arm, making her lose her balance. She fell forward, sprawled across his lap in an undignified heap. A second later, his hand connected with her ass and pain exploded across the assaulted spot. This wasn’t like the two quick swats he’d given her in the street. Those had shocked her into compliance, but more from the act itself than any actual discomfort. This went far beyond discomfort and well into actual pain.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice was high and shrill, just adding to the embarrassment of being facedown over a stranger’s lap, getting her ass smacked.

“You really think this is a good time to be swearing at me, little girl?”

Oh no. Her insides did not just turn to a pile of goo because some Neanderthal called her little girl. “Let me go!”

He did not let her go. Instead, his hand connected with her ass again, and Lainey squealed at the burst of pain. “Stop this right now!” She struggled against his hold, but her hooded captor easily held her in place. He spanked hard and fast, each swat connecting with a different part of her backside until the entire surface burned and throbbed. “Why are you doing this?” she screamed, kicking her legs up in a vain effort to block the blows.

“To teach you to listen.” He paused long enough to shift her forward before he renewed his assault, this time on the lowest curve of her bottom.

“It hurts!”

“It’s meant to hurt, little girl. Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“Fuck you!”

The asshole had the audacity to laugh at her. “Guess not.”

She felt a tug on her skirt and panic tightened like a vise around her chest. “No!” She began to fight with every bit of energy she had left in her. “Don’t touch me!”

“Relax, sunshine. Naughty girls get spanked on their bare bottoms if they can’t learn their lesson.”

The relief at knowing he wasn’t going to violate her momentarily overshadowed his words. Until his hand connected with her bare skin, igniting a fire unlike anything she’d felt so far. For the first few swats, she was stunned into silence. When the shock wore off, she bucked over his lap, screaming and swearing and calling him every name she could think of.

But her captor never missed a beat, his hand falling and connecting with her bottom over and over in a steady tattoo until she finally collapsed over his knee, panting. He delivered a few more solid swats to the underside of her bottom, but she didn’t have the energy to do more than whimper in response.

“You ready to listen now, little girl?”

Lainey groaned and nodded. Hooded Man easily lifted her until she was perched on his knee, like a child on Santa’s lap. She sniffled and wiped at the tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Here's the deal. You have powers, whether you’re ready to admit it or not. There are some very bad men who would like nothing more than to get their hands on you, so they can perform experiments on you and learn about your powers, and then eventually kill you.”

Arguing with him hadn’t gotten her anywhere, so she shifted gears and sent him a sympathetic smile. “Look, I know you think that. And I can appreciate you trying to protect me. But I don’t have powers.”

“Bullshit.”

The terse response had her blinking in surprise. “What?”

“That’s bullshit, sunshine. I don’t know what your powers are yet, but I do know that you should already be dead. Uglier Mug was holding you right up against him when he got struck by that lightning bolt. You should have fried right along with him. And yet, not a scratch on you. Shit.” He snorted and tugged on her blouse. “Even your clothes are fine.”

The comment reminded her that she was sitting on his knee with her underwear around her knees and her skirt hiked up around her waist. But she was too tired to feel more than mildly embarrassed by those pesky details. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for that.”

“Right. Like maybe you put up some kind of forcefield. I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out. Until we do, and until we can figure out how to keep you safe, you’ll stay here.”

Lainey rolled her eyes. “I appreciate the offer but I’m not staying here.”

“Wasn’t an offer, sunshine. You’re stuck with me until further notice.” He slipped a hand under her bottom and squeezed one abused cheek, sending a flash of pain through her. “Do I need to demonstrate what will happen if you try any funny business?”

Self-preservation finally won out over stubbornness. “No. I get it.”

“Good girl.”

God, that gruff voice shouldn’t be so sexy, especially when he was being such a brute. But damned if she didn’t have to squeeze her thighs together to try and relieve the ache between them. Leave it to her to be turned on by having her life threatened and being rescued by a bossy jerk. Focus, Lainey. “Well, if you’re going to be keeping me captive here, can I at least know your name?”

It was somewhat satisfying to see the wariness creep into his eyes. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“What? Why?”

“Plausible deniability, sunshine.”

She huffed out a breath and glared at him, but his expression never changed. “Well what am I supposed to call you, then? Oh, I know!” She smiled brightly. “Asshole! How about I just call you asshole? It fits.”

In the blink of an eye, she found herself over his knee again, with a new round of lightning fast spanks reigniting the pain in her bottom. “Since you’ll probably be spending a lot of time here,” he began, punctuating his statement with two extra hard swats that had her squealing, “you can just call me Daddy.”

“You can’t be serious.” But despite her scoffing, her pussy throbbed at his words. Jesus, she really was fucked up.

“Serious as a heart attack, sunshine. You don’t need to know my name. All you need to know is I’m in charge, and if you don’t listen, I’ll punish your pretty little bottom however I see fit. So, it’s Daddy to you. Consider it a nickname.”

“I like asshole better,” she grumbled.

“Eh, I’ve been called worse. But it’s Daddy, unless you want to be eating soap for dinner.”

“Fine!” Tears of defeat and frustration burned in her eyes. “Can I get up now, Daddy ?” She spat the word with as much sarcasm and animosity as she could muster, but it didn’t seem to faze him.

“Sure.”

He released her and Lainey scrambled up off his lap for the second time. This time, she didn’t take any chances. Stumbling backwards away from him, she yanked her underwear back up, hissing a little when the rough fabric brushed against her raw skin. Daddy – God, she couldn’t believe she was really calling him that – grinned up at her.

“Sore?”

Lainey crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “I’m fine,” she lied.

“Good. Want to order a pizza? I seem to have worked up an appetite.”