Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Daniel
“Naughty,” he murmured. He slid his hand down her back and palmed her succulent backside. “Babygirls shouldn’t tease their Daddies.”
“Who said I was teasing?” Slowly, she unbuckled his belt and slid it free of the loops. “And before you ask, because I have a feeling you will, I’m giving my wholehearted consent.”
“Sadie—”
“Show me what it’s like, Daddy.” She tugged his shirt free and slid her callused palms up his chest. “I want to take what you’re offering.”
Fuck. He stopped her before she could unbutton his jeans. “Condoms, honey. I don’t have any.”
“No worries there.” She gave him an impish smile and dug through her bag, then held up an unopened box of protection. “They’re not even expired yet.”
“And why do you have a box of condoms in your overnight bag, young lady?” he asked, trying to hide a smile under a stern expression. He didn’t give a shit about her past partners but liked that she kept herself protected.
“Grown woman, remember? I got needs too.”
“And you’re a very good girl for keeping yourself safe.” He took the box from her and tossed it on the nightstand, then sat on the edge of the bed. “Undress for me. Slowly. I want you to tease me. Seduce me.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she licked her lips. “Kind of thought you were a sure thing.”
“You have no idea,” he muttered under his breath. “Tease me. Give me a reason to spank that gorgeous ass and make you cry for more.”
“Maybe I should do a sexy striptease for Daddy.” She lifted the hem of her T-shirt, revealing her navel piercing.
“What a good idea.” He found a sexy playlist on his phone and started it.
“Good choice. I love vintage Motown,” she murmured, her hips swaying to the sultry rhythm. She lifted her shirt higher, giving him a glimpse of the lower curves of her breasts covered by a black sports bra.
His mouth watered for a taste of her, and he tightened his hands on the edge of the mattress, praying he could keep his dick from bursting through the crotch of his jeans.
“That’s right,” he finally said after clearing his throat. “You’re so damned beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Sauntering closer, she smiled and slowly eased her shirt over her head before dropping it on the floor. She kicked off her sneakers and shimmied her hips until her shorts joined her shirt. “You’re not so bad yourself, soldier.”
“I asked you to go slow, babygirl.”
“I know.” She unfastened her bra and tossed it at him, followed by her black panties. “But I think I’d like to be bad instead.”
“Bad girls get spanked.” Trying his best to keep his eyes on her face instead of her magnificent body, he caught the garments and set them aside. “Really bad girls like it.”
“Promises, promises.” She put her knee on the bed next to his hip, then squealed when he tugged her off balance and tossed her over his lap. “Hey!”
Sadie might have been familiar with the idea of a power exchange relationship, but he doubted she had any experience. He wasn’t about to push her during their first time together. He’d likely get introduced to her hammer if he did, and worse, he’d spoil what he hoped would last for more than one night.
He slapped her curvaceous ass—once, and just hard enough to sting—but not hard enough to hurt her. Her silky flesh bounced under his palm as a faint pink handprint blossomed.
“Ouch!” She lifted her torso off his lap and glared at him. “That hurt!”
“You poked the Daddy Bear. What did you think would happen?”
“I—”
She cut herself off, and he gazed at her expectantly.
“You were saying, naughty girl?”
Biting her lip, she looked away, but he didn’t miss the pink coloring her cheeks. “Nothing,” she finally said.
“Good girl.” Daniel laid his palm on her shoulder and gently encouraged her to settle on his lap. Leaning close, he added, “Sadie if it really hurts, or you just want to stop, all you have to do is say red. Say yellow if you want a break. Okay?”
“And green if I’m good to go?”
“Perfect. And don’t wait for me to ask. If you don’t like something, tell me right away.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Slowly, giving her time to adjust, he delivered several spanks to the tender spot where her ass met her thighs, then squeezed her reddened bottom. He slid a hand between her thighs, making her moan and lift her hips in invitation as her wetness coated his fingertips. He swirled his finger around her clit, making her cry out and grind her pussy against him.
Hiding a smile, he tsked and laid his damp hand on her warmed backside. “It seems my naughty girl likes being spanked.”
Sadie
Be careful what you wish for.
Her ass felt hot, and his scorching touch sent tingles of electric pleasure through her body as she inhaled the delicious scent of evergreen, spice, and warm male.
Seriously, who knew a man like Daniel even existed? No one had ever looked at her like he did—like she was a fucking snack he couldn’t wait to devour. Sadly, he stopped touching her where she needed him the most.
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“Did you want me to keep going?” He lifted her easily, making her feel small and dainty as he settled her crossways on his lap.
Sadie Windham dainty? In what universe?
The fabric of his jeans abraded her spanked bottom, but it was far from uncomfortable. Being naked while he was dressed made her feel even more submissive, and she…liked it.
And who knew she’d enjoy being spanked?
“I…” Her face heated, and she looked down at his muscular arm banded around her tummy. “Maybe?”
“Hmm.” His warm breath tickled her ear as he played with her navel piercing. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
“Probably not.” She turned in his lap to straddle him and gasped when her hardened nipples brushed the soft cotton of his shirt. “I like being a bad girl.”
Laughing softly, he shook his head, then pulled her tight against his chest. “I like you being a bad girl too.”
Instead of letting her reply, he twisted her braid around his fist and kissed her hard, stealing her breath as he plundered her mouth. He tasted like coffee and the lemon cake they’d eaten for dessert, and his kisses were better than she could have imagined.
The sting in her scalp from his tight grip on her hair only added to the pleasure coursing through her body.
“That’s right,” she whispered before nipping his bottom lip. “Slap my ass and pull my hair, Daddy Bear.”
“Bossy.” He tugged on her braid, forcing her to tilt her head back. “Maybe I should spank you again.”
“I can think of?—”
He kissed a path down her throat, and a moan escaped before she could stop it.
“Oh, god.”
Still kissing her, he stood, making her squeak with surprise. He turned and laid her on the bed, then knelt between her thighs. Taking her hands gently, he pressed them above her head, then said, “Don’t move.”
“Why not?” She lifted her hips, hoping he’d take the hint. “Telling me not to move makes me want to disobey.”
Smirking, he leaned down and bit her nipple hard enough to sting, then soothed the bite with tender kisses before straightening.
“Because if you move, I won’t eat your pretty pussy until you come for me.”
“Mean, Daddy Bear.” Sadie laced her fingers together above her head but couldn’t help wiggling. His order was just as she’d imagined the first time she heard him speak.
“Are you sure you want to be sassy?” he asked, drawing a gentle fingertip over her ribs until she flinched and giggled. “I can always spank you again.”
“That tickles, Daddy!” Unwilling to wait for him any longer, she tried to stop laughing and hold herself still. “I’ll behave.”
“Good girl.” He settled himself between her legs and kissed her inner thigh, the brush of his shadow beard against her skin making her quiver. “Very good girl.”
Sadie should have hated being called a good girl like that. She wasn’t a puppy and hadn’t given a shit about other people’s arbitrary value judgments in years.
Except… Hearing it from Daniel made her finally understood the ridiculous cliché about one’s stomach being filled with butterflies. Maybe it was the soft, raspy rumble coming from deep in his chest when he spoke, but he made it an endearment rather than an attempt to belittle her. Then again, if she was honest with herself, she liked it just as much when he called her a bad girl.
Who wouldn’t? Bad girls get spankings. Good girls get their pussies eaten.
Bet Daniel could do both at the same time. Win, win.
She tried to keep it inside, but she snorted and her laughter escaped.
“Should I be insulted that you’re laughing at me?” He glanced down at the deliciously huge bulge in his jeans, then sat back on his heels and crossed his arms.
“Definitely not laughing at you, Daddy Bear.” She stretched, and hoping for a little friction on her needy clit, lifted her hips again. Unfortunately, he kept himself just out of reach. “I was wondering something.”
“Oh?”
“If I’m bad and good at the same time, does that mean you’ll spank me while you eat my pussy?”