Chapter 10
“Put me down!” Ivy screams as she beats her fists on my back.
The drive home was torturous, and it took every ounce of strength I had to keep my attention on the road. To not pull over and play out any of the punishments that readily came to mind.
Jesus Christ, I’ve never been so equally aroused and irritated. Never thirsted so badly for someone I couldn’t have.
I’ve suppressed that side of myself with surprising ease for the last decade, and all it takes is for this bratty bombshell to waltz in and start tearing down walls and fucking everything up. It’s like she holds my weakness in the palm of her hand, and I’ve never been more terrified in my life. Because as much as I fight it, I’m not sure who’s in control right now—me or her.
“Someone needs to teach you a lesson on how to behave.” I slap her on the ass, and she lets out a little yelp. Her tiny yellow sundress is so thin that I can feel the heat of her skin, and it pisses me off that much more.
I hate that I’m so attracted to her, hate that she has this much control over me, hate how badly I want to play with her …
I don’t know who I’m more pissed off at—Ivy for deliberately trying to embarrass me in front of my family or myself for losing control.
I grit my teeth as I climb the steps to the front porch and swing open the heavy front door with a loud thud. It’s been a long time since I’ve let this side of myself see the light of day, but when I look at Ivy with her wild, long hair and that playful fucking smirk on her face, it’s like the other piece of my soul’s been woken up. And I don’t know what to do about it.
My hands itch to spank her, to do unspeakable things to her, things I have no business even entertaining … and yet I can’t stop them from filling my mind. It’s like a faucet’s been turned on, and it feels so good that I don’t know if I’m strong enough to turn it back off. Or if I even want to for that matter.
I can still taste her, still see the way her cheeks flushed and the way her pretty amber eyes hooded, the way her pouty lips parted as she gasped as I brought her right to the edge of release. Fuck, her pussy was so wet for me, so eager, the way she spread her thighs and welcomed me in. I nearly blew a load in my pants right there, just from feeling the way her body responded to my touch. Oh, the fun I could have with her …
A sharp punch to my kidney snaps me out of my daydream, and I charge through the living room, down the hall, until I reach her bedroom, where I drop her on the mess of tangled sheets and pillows.
“Let’s get one thing straight; all these little games you’re playing end right now.”
She lands on the bed and bounces with a squeak, and the little brat has the audacity to grin at me. She fucking grins like she’s proud of herself, and I realize that I am once again giving her the exact reaction she’s been begging for.
She bats her eyelashes innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was trying to help you. Your brother saw right through you, and you froze.”
She sits up on her knees, and I take a step closer, meeting her challenge.
“Is that so? Tell me how calling me Daddy in front of my entire family helps me?”
She crosses her arms over her chest and rolls her eyes. “I was giving them a believable reason that you’d keep your relationship a secret. And you know what? They bought it without asking another question. So, tell me, what does that say about you, Leo Kingsley?”
I clench my teeth so hard that my jaw twitches as I stare down at this feisty, infuriating woman. As much as it pains me, I know she’s right. The moment the words left her mouth, I saw understanding spread across Jett’s face. It does make sense, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Maybe she did do me a favor, made our lie a little more believable, but she didn’t have to go as far as calling me Daddy. She didn’t have to be that honest.
Fuck, I guess that’s what I get for reacting so strongly. I’ve given her all the fuel she needs to drive me insane, and judging by the proud smirk she’s wearing, I know I’ve got my work cut out for me if I want any semblance of control back.
I take a step toward her, closing the space between us. “So, this is what you want, is it?” I wipe my finger along her full lips as I stare down into those warm sunshine eyes. “To drive me crazy, push all my buttons until I’m so pissed that I lose control? You want me to punish you, don’t you, baby girl?”
She sucks in the faintest little gasp, but her eyes light up with excitement.
I move closer, tilting her jaw up so that her eyes meet mine. Towering over her like this—that yellow sundress riding up over her ass, her bare tan legs tucked beneath her, her wild, wavy hair falling over her sun-kissed shoulders, and those fucking eyes staring up at me like she’s daring me to pounce, it’s all too much to take. Fuck, I’ve got to get ahold of myself.
“I should punish you. I should bend you over my knee and spank your pretty little ass for that stunt you pulled tonight …”
Her eyes sparkle, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip.
“But that’d be too easy. That’d be giving you exactly what you want, wouldn’t it?” I trace my finger along her jaw and ever slowly down the side of her neck. Her pulse pounds with excitement. “I bet if I slid my hand between your thighs, I’d find your panties drenched right now, wouldn’t I? All pent-up from having your pussy played with …”
“Why don’t you stop talking about it and see for yourself? Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I’d say that you seem just as excited … maybe even more.” Her eyes flash to my cock, and she wets her lips.
I trail my fingers down her shoulder and then to the back of her neck, where I grab a fistful of her long hair and wrap it around my wrist. I hold her gaze, and she lets out the sexiest whimper, but she doesn’t break eye contact. My little brat likes being dominated, and fuck if it doesn’t make my cock that much harder. She gets off on pushing me, but what she doesn’t know is, that’s one of my biggest kinks as well.
“That might very well be true, but unlike you and your impulsive behavior, I’m more calculated with my decisions. Which is why I’m telling you good night.”
Her eyebrows furrow, and she opens her mouth to protest, but I hold up my hand.
“We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow, so get some rest. And don’t you fucking dare even think about touching your pussy after I leave this room.”
“What are you going to do about it if I do?” she bites back.
I tighten my grip on her hair as I stare down at her eager lips. “You don’t want to know, trust me.”
I take a step backward, feeling stronger as I put more space between us until I finally reach the doorway.
“I promise you next time won’t be nearly as fun. I went easy on you tonight, and you’d be wise to not disobey me again.”
I don’t wait for her response before closing the door. There’s no point in pretending that there isn’t something here between us, that this isn’t something we both want. But that still doesn’t make it right. I’ve already crossed the line, and I can’t let myself go there again.
Our bodies might want one thing, but if there’s any part of me that’s actually a good person, then I won’t let this go any further than it already has. She’s young. Too young. And she has her whole life ahead of her, and all I’d be doing is setting her up for another disappointment.
It might be the death of me, but I’ve got to at least try to resist her, if only for her own sake.
I make a beeline to my bathroom, stepping into the shower with my fist around my cock before the water even has time to warm.
I brace my hand on the cold tiles as images of Ivy flood my mind. What would it feel like to bury my cock so deep in her tight little cunt? To have her tan legs wrapped around my waist as I drove into her, her perky tits bouncing beneath us as I fucked the sass right out of her? Now that I know how tight her pussy is, how wet she was for me within seconds of touching her … fuck, I can’t stop thinking of what it’d be like to be inside her, to claim her as my own. She’d never be the same after I got finished with her, and that thought alone is more tempting than I care to admit. The things I could teach her … because I know the men her age haven’t fucked her like I would, that they didn’t appreciate her the way I would. I’d fuck her so hard, edge her again and again until she was a blubbering mess, begging me to finally let her come.
And only then would I give her what she wanted so badly. I’d reward her begging and pleading, swallowing her moans as she fell apart on my cock again and again.
I pump my fist, picturing her naked body writhing and begging beneath me as heat soars up my spine, my orgasm just beneath the surface.
I imagine pulling out of her, the little gasp of surprise she’d make from the sudden loss of my cock, as I shoot my hot liquid release, painting her sassy mouth and lips with my cum.
I can practically see her surprised smile, already know the little brat would love it. And fuck if I don’t feel a little spark of something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Bracing myself to keep my balance, I pump my cock with one final stroke as I come so hard from the fantasy that I nearly black out, pleasure ripping through me. I let the vision consume me, let myself have this moment of pure selfishness.
And when I finally come back to earth and open my eyes, I already know I’m a fucking goner.