Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

You want me.

You want this.

Witches and wizards. Had she been that obvious?

You watched him jerk off.

Part of her wanted to know how he would punish her before she agreed to stay. But a bigger part of her didn’t care because it meant that he’d be touching her.

And Blakely knew that she couldn’t go back to the way things had been this last week since the kiss.

Sure, it might be safer for job security.

But she’d been so miserable.

“I’m staying.”

Stafford eyed her for a long moment. “Be aware of what you’re agreeing to. If you stay here in this room, then you’re going to be punished for what you just did. You’ll do as I say. And not because I pay you. That’s very separate from this. You do not have to do this in order to secure your job. It is not contingent on this. And I know that this is unprofessional. I know it’s not usual. But I have tried to keep my desire for you under wraps this week and we both know how spectacularly that failed. Do not stay unless you want what is going to happen next.”

“I want it.”

There was no hesitation. Maybe she should have thought about it for a second.

But she didn’t want to risk talking herself out of this.

“Then tell me . . . did you like what you saw? Did it turn you on? Did it make your clit throb? Is your pussy wet?”

Holy. Crap.

How did he . . . why . . . what?

Blakely didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t for him to ask her questions like that.

No one had ever spoken to her like that, and she wasn’t sure how to reply.

“I expect an answer, Blakely,” he told her in a stern tone.

She didn’t want to disappoint him. It was just . . .

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me the truth.”

Right. The truth. Simple, huh?

Sort of.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, baby?”

“Yes, to all of it. I want you. I got . . . I got turned on.”

“So your little pussy is wet?” he asked.

No, she couldn’t. She couldn’t reply.

Closing her eyes, she nodded.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I don’t think I can,” she wailed.

“Oh, baby. If you have trouble saying it, you’re going to struggle with your punishment.”

What? Opening her eyes, she gaped at him. “I thought this was the punishment?”

His eyebrows rose. “What? Staying here and talking to me?”

Um. Yep.

She nodded.

“Aww, my poor baby, no.” Stafford ran his hands up and down her thighs. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Such a good girl. But I want you to listen carefully. If I do anything you don’t want, if something hurts, you’re scared, uncomfortable, upset, then you say red.”

“What are you going to do?” she cried.

“I’m not going to harm you. I promise. And I will always stop if you say red. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now, tell me, is your little pussy wet?”

“Yes! Yes, it’s wet.”

“I’ll let you get away with that, but you’re going to have to practice saying pussy.”

Dear Lord.

“Stand up.”

He helped her stand and then reached for the button of her black jeans. He paused, glancing up at her. Why had he stopped?

He’s giving you a moment to protest, idiot.

Oh. Right.

“Keep going,” she whispered.

“So brave,” he said quietly as he undid her jeans and drew them down to her owl slippers.

Darn it. Not the sexiest thing she could be wearing.

“Sit back,” he commanded, taking off her owl slippers, then sliding her jeans off over her feet so she sat there in a T-shirt, bra, and panties.

“Now, the way I see it, your punishment should fit the crime,” he said in a low voice as he pushed her legs apart before running his hands up her thighs to cup her pussy.

Could he feel how wet she was through her panties?

Surely not, right?

She swallowed heavily.

“So I think that it’s only fair if you make yourself come while I watch.”