Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
Isaac
I’m relieved my girl did not slip out the back door and send me on a wild goose chase. My heart wouldn’t be able to take it, and I would have seriously questioned Amber’s commitment to me if she still thought evading me was a good idea.
She did not. Blessed angels.
When we get back to the car, Amber pauses and looks around again. I catch her after I open the door. She’s focused on something across the street and grabs my arm, her breath hitching.
I jerk my attention to follow the line of her gaze. “What is it, baby?”
“My imagination is getting the best of me.”
“Are you sure?” I pull her into my arms.
“Has to be. There’s no way Jacob is following me.”
“You think it’s Jacob?” My voice rises. Now I’m freaking out.
She shudders and bends to climb into the car. “I’m sure it’s my overactive imagination. I’m being paranoid.”
I help her get in and buckle her before closing the door and taking my time to survey every inch of the area. I don’t see anything out of the ordinary, but if someone caught Amber noticing them, they would have ducked out of sight by now. No one would be stupid enough to continue to stand in the open and stare at her.
I’ve spent plenty of time looking at recent pictures of Jacob, including from the day he was released, so I know what he looks like. Hopefully, I would recognize him if I saw him. He’s ten years older than the gangly seventeen-year-old kid who got sucked into a kidnapping and ransom scheme.
That kid is gone. He’s taller now. About six feet. He’s still skinny, but his hair is different. Ten years ago, it was loose and hanging over his eyes. He left prison with a tight buzz cut.
He has tattoos, too. Several on his biceps and down his arms. His left arm has a full sleeve. I would recognize that, also. In addition, he has gauges in both ears.
I jog around the SUV, lock us in, start the engine, and pull out into traffic in no time.
“I’m sorry,” Amber mutters.
I glance at her. “For what, baby?”
“For making you nervous. I’m sure I’m overreacting.”
I reach for her hand and grip it. “Do not apologize. There is no such thing as overreacting when it comes to your safety. If you ever have even the slightest inkling that something isn’t right, I want you to tell me.”
“Okay.”
I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles before releasing it so I can focus on driving. “I mean it, Amber. If the air feels wrong on your neck, you tell me.”
“I will.”
When we get back to the apartment, I park in our spot and hurry around to help her out.
“My bags,” she says, pointing toward the back seat.
“I’ll come back and get them after you’re inside and safe. I want my hands free.”
She lets me take her hand, and I’m on high alert while we enter the elevator.
When we get to the apartment, I’m not surprised to find boxes sitting outside the door. I placed several orders before we left earlier. I open the door, stack it all inside, and guide Amber in.
It’s not until I have her safely inside the apartment that I breathe easier. Even then, I make her wait by the panic button at the door while I do a quick walkthrough to make sure no one is inside the apartment.
It would be hard for anyone to get past the cameras and security system, but I still don’t take any chances.
When I return to her side, I cup the back of her neck and hold her gaze. “Go change while I grab your bags. I’ll be back in five minutes.”
“So bossy,” she teases. “What if I don’t want to change?”
“That’s fine, too, but keep in mind that I’m going to haul that dress over your head before I spank your bottom when I get back. If you want to be naked while I spank you, I will not complain.”
She gasps.
I lift both brows and open the door. “See you in a few.”
As soon as I step into the hallway, I lock the doors before jogging to the elevator. I don’t like the idea of leaving Amber alone in the apartment. I don’t do it often. But I hated the thought of having my hands filled with bags and dresses even more, so this was the better option.
In record time, I’m back upstairs, relieved once we’re safe and secure. I check all the locks and arm the alarm before I go in search of my girl.
She comes out of her bedroom as I approach, and I chuckle. “How long did it take you to decide what to wear?”
She shrugs and cocks a hip out, giving me sass, “About ten seconds.”
“Come.” I reach out a hand.
Hers is trembling when she takes it. “You’re going to spank me right now?” Her voice shakes.
“Yep. I told you I would. Let’s get it out of the way, then I’ll make lunch while you stand in the corner.” I lead her to the living room and sit on the couch in the middle, hauling her between my legs.
She’s wearing a long white T-shirt. It’s one of mine. I’ve never seen my girl in a long T-shirt, and certainly not one of mine.
“Where did you get the shirt, baby?” I ask, my voice gravelly. She has no idea how sexy she is. If she thought putting on a shapeless T-shirt would make her less attractive, she was very wrong.
“Your hamper.”
I chuckle and set my hands on the backs of her thighs. “What’s under it, baby?”
She shrugs. “Guess you’ll find out.”
I ease my hands up slowly, finding what I expected. Nothing. My girl’s bottom is bare under my shirt. I can see the tips of her nipples, too, so I’m certain this is the only thing she’s wearing. “Temptress.”
“I think we should have sex,” she blurts out.
I lift both brows, stunned. “Is that so?” My cock goes all kinds of hard in a hurry.
She gives me another shrug, this one very lackadaisical, as though she doesn’t care one way or the other. She’s simply made a suggestion like having turkey for lunch or watching a romcom this afternoon.
“Why exactly have you decided we should have sex?” I’m not sure I like her sudden decision. Something feels off.
She leans into me, setting her hands on my shoulders before sliding them around to thread them in the short hairs at the back of my head. “It’s like the elephant in the room. We should just do it and get it out of the way. That way, if we don’t have chemistry, we’ll know, and we can move on.”
For a moment, I stare at her in disbelief. Part of me is a bit pissed that she could be so lackadaisical about us having sex. But the next moment, I realize she’s putting up a wall to protect herself. She can’t possibly feel so nonchalant about me claiming her body.
I take a deep breath. “First of all, we’re not going to have sex to get it out of the way. Ever. Second of all, the idea of us not having chemistry is preposterous, baby. After I’ve been inside you, there will be no going back. You’re like a drug I’m salivating over. Once I have a taste, I’m going to want another one and then another until you can’t think and the room is spinning.”
Her mouth falls open, and her breathing picks up.
“We’ll wait to have sex until you’re so fucking horny you can’t stand it and you beg me to take you.”
She starts panting as she shifts her weight back and forth.
My hands are still on her bare ass. It’s a spectacular ass, and I have no intention of removing my hands. I do, however, pull her cheeks apart, making her gasp.
“Lastly, you might remember me telling you that I will not let you orgasm after a naughty-girl spanking, and that’s what you’re about to get.”
She rolls her eyes.
I narrow my gaze at her. “What’s this sass for?”
“It’s cute that you think I would orgasm just because we have sex.”
My breath hitches. I lick my lips as a million thoughts run through my head. I’m careful when I speak. “Have you never had an orgasm during sex?”
She cocks her head to one side and narrows her gaze at me. “It’s not that uncommon, Isaac. Don’t stare at me like I’m a pariah. I’ve never even had an orgasm with a man. That’s not weird.”
I force myself not to overreact because I don’t want to hurt her feelings. She’s right. I should have considered that possibility. It’s just that she’s so…Amber. She’s so full of life and feisty. I can’t believe she wouldn’t order any man around until he got it right.
I’m picturing an Amber who says, “A bit more to the left. There. Harder. Use your tongue…”
Her cheeks are pink, and I feel like an ass. I pull her closer, bringing her amazing tits toward my neck. “I hate that you’ve had such disappointing sex, but that’s not how it’s going to happen anymore.”
She rolls her eyes again. “Don’t be arrogant. You don’t have superpowers. I’m just too uptight to orgasm during sex.”
“But you’re perfectly capable of doing so in your bathroom, either standing or sitting on the toilet seat.” I don’t know which option she chose, but I assume it was one or the other.
Her cheeks pinken further. “I didn’t say I couldn’t orgasm ever . I’ve just never let my guard down enough to give that to a man.”
“Well, I’m not just any man, baby. I’m the last one you’ll ever be with. And you will orgasm from my mouth on your pussy, my fingers inside you, and my cock buried deep. I promise. I’m a determined guy, baby. I will not fail.”
She slouches against me. Now, her breasts are pressed against my chest. “That’s a lot of pressure, Isaac.”
“On who?” I tease.
“Both of us, I guess.”
“Put it out of your head. All that matters right now is that I’m going to spank you. Sex isn’t on the table, not even if you beg.”
“Whatever.”
“Such a sassy girl.” I ease her away from me a few inches and guide her to one side of me. “Lower yourself over my lap, naughty girl.”
When she leans forward, I help her extend over my thighs with my hands on her hips. I scoot back on the sofa and pat the cushion near her head. “Bring your arms up here and use them as a pillow for your head, baby.”
She does so, but she twists her neck to look at me. “What if I don’t like it?”
“Then we won’t do it again.”
Her eyes widen. “Really? Just like that?”
“Yep. I suspect you will enjoy having your bottom spanked so much that you’ll do just about anything to ensure I swat it often, but it’s not for everyone. Some Little girls don’t like it at all. A spanking should hurt. It should help you let go of pent-up stress. Sometimes, you might cry if you need that kind of release. If I do it right, it will also leave you breathless and needy. If the only thing it does is make you uncomfortable and frustrated, then spankings won’t be right for you. I’ll find another way to discipline you.”
“What if you just don’t discipline me at all?”
I smile. “What’s the fun in being Little if you don’t have a Daddy doling out punishments?”
“Every Little is naughty?”
“Not all. There are exceptions, but most are.”
She sighs and sets her cheek on her forearms, carefully avoiding her chin.
I push the T-shirt up to her lower back and get my first real look at her fucking amazing ass. Jesus. I try to control my breathing as I palm her pretty bottom and squeeze the globes. I can’t wait to see it all pink and hot. I’m confident she will enjoy it.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I murmur.
Her breath hitches. “Why?”
I swat the backs of her thighs. “Because naughty Little girls who get spankings are not allowed to squeeze their thighs together to get relief for their pussies. You may not grind your clit against my thighs either.”
Amber gasps. Her entire body shudders.
I’m confident she’s already so aroused that it’s confusing her. She parts her thighs for me.
“Good girl. Keep them open.” I smooth a palm up one thigh and down the other before lifting that hand off her entirely. I brace her with my other hand on the small of her back and swat her right cheek.
She lifts her head and arches her body, gasping for air. “Ouch.”
I smile and spank her other cheek.
She clenches her cheeks together and whimpers.
“Relax your bottom, baby. You’ll bruise if you clench, plus it will hurt more.” I rub her bottom until she stops gripping her butt cheeks together. “Good girl.”
“Daddy…”
I like the sound of that. So much. The one word is filled with want and need and questions. I’m getting to her.
I spank her several more times, being sure to cover every inch of her bottom and the backs of her thighs. When I swat the spot where her cheek meets her thigh, she arches clear off me and cries out.
Perfection . I pause to rub her heated skin again, letting her catch her breath.
“ Daddy …” Her voice is higher pitched and desperate.
“Ten more, baby.” I continue, paying close attention to her reaction and how hard she’s breathing. Her legs tremble. I’m confident her pussy is soaked. In the future, I will stroke my fingers through her folds to verify it, but we’re not there today.
Amber is panting when I finish. She lies limply over my lap as I flatten my palm on one of her thighs and hold her in place. My fingers are between her legs, so when she tries to pull her knees together, she comes up short.
“No, baby. Keep your legs open.”
She whimpers, and her legs tremble. “My…” The one word trails off, and a few seconds pass before she tries again. “You were right,” she whispers. “I’m aroused.”
I give her another minute to catch her breath and then lift her and stand her on her feet, keeping my hands on her hips to steady her.
She immediately squeezes her thighs together.
“Spread your legs, Amber,” I order.
She shakes her head. “I need…” she whimpers.
“Do you need me to put you back over my lap and spank you more?” I threaten.
She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”
“Legs, baby, now.”
Her body trembles as she obeys me. “I need to come,” she whispers.
“I know, baby, but you will not.”
“Why would I get aroused like this from a spanking?”
“Lots of reasons. It’s normal. For one thing, the vibrations from every swat radiate to your pussy. But more importantly, it’s the submission. The act of turning yourself over to a Dom, especially a Daddy Dom, can be freeing and arousing.”
I stand and take her hand to guide her into the kitchen. I need to make lunch, and she needs to stand in timeout for a while. I want to be able to see her, so I lead her directly to the only corner of the kitchen where the two walls come together without a counter or appliance.
She looks up at me. “You’re seriously going to put me in timeout?”