Chapter 9
M y pulse quickened as Brett led me down the dimly lit hallway, the warm glow of candles receding behind us. He guided me into a cozy bedroom bathed in soft lamplight. A queen-sized bed dominated the space, its plush comforter inviting. The air hummed with electric anticipation.
When Brett turned to face me, I spotted a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. Something that hinted this would be no ordinary bedtime. My heart thudded in my chest.
"Tonight," he said, his deep voice assured and commanding, "we're playing a game. You're going to be my extremely naughty Little Girl who can be as bratty and childish as she wants."
Heat rushed to my cheeks and I ducked my head, trying to hide my excitement behind a nonchalant shrug. But Brett's lips twitched into a knowing smile. He saw right through my act. Of course he did.
After trying to be good for so long—with my work, and for my Dad, this was exactly what I wanted to do.
I swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. "Oh really?" I aimed for coy but it came out breathy.
Brett stepped closer, crowding into my space. I had to tilt my head back to meet his smoldering gaze. "Mhmm. And naughty little girls need firm discipline from their daddy, don't they?"
A shiver raced down my spine at his words, at the dominant edge in his rumbling voice. My belly fluttered and heat pooled between my thighs. I was already slick with arousal.
"Yes, daddy," I whispered. The surrender, the submission - it sent a thrill zinging through me. “They want it so badly, Daddy.”
Brett's smile deepened, approval glinting in his eyes. "Good girl. Now let's get you ready for bed."
He turned and opened a dresser drawer, rummaging through the contents. When he faced me again, he held a folded set of silky pajamas. Pastel pink and so thin the material was nearly sheer.
"Put these on," Brett instructed, pressing the tiny bundle into my hands.
My eyes widened as I shook out the top and shorts. Holy shit, they were skimpy. The teeny shorts would barely cover my bottom and the cropped cami looked like it would show off my belly button. I swallowed hard, pulse racing.
This was nothing like the cozy flannel PJs I'd expected. No, this getup was designed to reveal, not conceal. To have me on display for Brett's hungry gaze. Excitement and nerves warred in my belly.
"Problem, Little Miss?" Brett arched a brow, a clear challenge in his eyes. Daring me to refuse.
"Nope." I aimed for breezy even as my cheeks flamed. "No problem at all."
"Then go change. Unless you need help . . ." His voice dipped low and suggestive.
"I got it," I squeaked and darted for the en-suite bathroom. Holy fuck. We were really doing this.
I flicked on the harsh overhead light and unzipped my black dress with shaking hands. The cotton pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my lacy bra and panties. I met my reflection's gaze, taking in my flushed cheeks and bright, eager eyes.
No going back now.
I reached back and unhooked my bra, shimmying out of my underwear. Cool air kissed my bare skin, pebbling my nipples. Keeping my eyes locked on the mirror, I slipped into the pink shorts. They hugged the curve of my ass like a second skin, riding obscenely high on my thighs.
Next came the flimsy cami top. It stretched tight across my breasts, hitting right at my ribs to show off my toned stomach. I looked...provocative. Scantily clad and sexy as hell.
Part of me felt brazen and bold, turned on by my own nearly naked image. The other part blushed at how much skin I was showing. At how much of myself I was offering up to Brett. Flutters took flight in my stomach, arousal and adrenaline pumping through my veins.
I bit my lip, smoothing my hands down my sides. The silky fabric felt amazing against my heated flesh. Drew the eye to every dip and curve. I hoped Brett would like what he saw...
I padded back into the bedroom on bare feet, pulse thrumming in my veins. The plush carpet muffled my footsteps. Brett had rearranged the space while I was changing. A small chair sat beside the bed now, angled toward it. Presumably for him to sit in.
His gaze skimmed over me as I emerged, eyes glinting with unmistakable appreciation. And hunger. My stomach flipped at the intensity in his stare. "Come here," he said, voice low and controlled.
Each step ratcheted up the tension humming inside me. I could feel his eyes on my body, taking in every barely concealed inch. The flimsy shorts, the cropped top exposing my midriff. Cool air kissed my skin, making me acutely aware of how little I wore.
Brett glanced at the clock on the nightstand as I reached him. "Eight-thirty," he noted. His large hand cupped my hip, thumb skimming the strip of bare skin above my waistband. I suppressed a shiver. "You have half an hour to get ready for bed. Bathroom, teeth brushed, no more phone."
I nodded, skin prickling under his touch. He surveyed me again, gaze landing on my lips. "And don't forget to wash off that lipstick. Little girls don't need makeup at bedtime."
Indignation flared in my chest. It was the perfect bratty trigger to kick off our game. I let it blossom into a huff, jutting my chin out. "I like my lipstick. I don't see why it matters."
Brett's eyebrow quirked. There was a flash of something dangerous in his eyes, sending a thrill straight to my core. "Because I said so, little girl. You agreed to obey Daddy's rules, didn't you?"
"Why should I?" I snapped, firmly in character now, crossing my arms over my chest. My heart thundered with anticipation even as I said it. "It's my face—I can do what I want."
Brett's brow lifted higher. A quiet shiver raced through me as his posture straightened, shoulders squaring. He was embracing the role of the firm, guiding Daddy Dom. "Because I said so," he replied softly, "and you agreed to follow my rules. Or did you forget our contract already?"
I twisted my lips into a pout. "I do what I want," I mumbled. Deliberately turning away, I rummaged through the nightstand drawer like I was searching for something more interesting than him. Part of me was amazed at how easily the bratty persona flowed out, but it was all the encouragement I needed to keep pushing.
My fingers closed around a paperback novel. I pulled it out, flipping it open and pretending to ignore Brett's instructions entirely. The room crackled with tension as I waited for his reaction, my body tight with expectation.
"Put the book down." His deep voice sent tremors across my skin. "Now."
I lounged back against the pillows, crossing my legs at the ankle. "Nope. I'm reading."
"Maisy . . ." The warning in his tone made my thighs clench. "You're earning yourself a punishment, little girl."
Fire burned low in my belly at the threat. I flicked a page, feigning nonchalance even as my pulse roared in my ears. "Guess I'm just a brat, then."
"Last warning," Brett growled, leaning in close. His breath tickled my ear, making me shiver. "If you don't put that book away and get your cute butt in the bathroom to get ready for bed, Daddy's going to spank you. Is that what you want?"
Excitement rippled through me, urging me to keep defying him. I smirked and snapped the book shut with a deliberate slam. "Spanking? Really? Is that the best you can do? Like I'm some little girl who can't behave?"
I stood abruptly, the novel tumbling forgotten to the floor as I stepped toward the door. My heart pounded wildly. I was acting like I might walk right out without his permission.
"Where do you think you're going, young lady?" Brett's gaze seared into me.
I tossed my hair. "Out. I don't have a bedtime."
His jaw clenched. I saw a muscle tick in his cheek. My stomach flipped at the intensity radiating from him. I waited, breath baited, to see if he'd make good on his threat. Part of me almost hoped he would.
In one smooth motion, Brett stood and crossed the room. His tall frame loomed over me, all coiled power and strength. I backed up instinctively until I bumped against the wall. He caged me in with his arms.
"Oh, I think you do have a bedtime. The one I set for you." His expression was stern, dominant, and sexy as hell. "And right now, you're being a very naughty girl who needs to be taught a lesson about following the rules."
My heart hammered against my chest. "Daddy, I..."
"No excuses, naughty girl." He grabbed my wrist and gently led me across the room. "Let's see if a warm bottom will help you mind your manners."
I stumbled behind him, my cheeks burning red. Brett guided me to the bed, my heart pounding in anticipation and fear. He sat down on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, the fabric of his pants clearly tenting outward.
Fuck. He was big.
"Come on now, Maisy," he said, a devilish glint in his eye. "Over my knee. That's a good girl."
Slowly, my cheeks on fire, I eased myself into position. The cool air caressed my heated rear as my shorts and panties were lowered. My cheeks clenched at the thought of being spanked bare-bottomed. This was madness. Yet I couldn't find it in me to stop him.
I lay there, stomach down over his lap, my bottom bared for him to see. I squirmed a little as his warm hand caressed my exposed skin. It felt like electricity shooting through me.
"Ready?" Brett's voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.
"Yes," I breathed, almost afraid of how much I wanted this.
I felt his cock under me, pushing up. His breathing was heavy. Fuck, he was so aroused. And that was turning me on so much my pussy was slick and throbbing.
"How many, do you think?" Brett asked, running his hand over my exposed bottom. His fingers lingered. I could tell he was enjoying touching me. I squirmed even more, my brain a fog of lust and anxiety.
"I don't know," I mumbled, biting my lip.
"Warm-up time not included, how many do you think you deserve?"
My mind whirled. "Um . . . three?" I squeaked. Three was punishment enough, right?
"That bad, huh?" Brett's hand came down on my bottom with a resounding smack. I yelped, arching my back. "Try again, naughty girl."
"F-five!" I gasped, clutching the sheets.
"Better," he said, his hand landing on my other cheek with equal force. "But I don't think that's quite enough for your insolence. How about we make it an even ten?"
"Ten?" I spluttered, my face burning as much as my rear. "That's not fair!"
"Life's not fair, baby girl," he said. Smack. "And neither are Daddies when their little ones misbehave."
I wriggled, my mind reeling from the stinging sensation. "O-okay! Ten!" I panted. "Ten it is."
"That's more like it." Brett's spanks fell in rapid succession, alternating between my cheeks. Each swat stung more than the last, but I gritted my teeth and endured it, moaning softly.
"Ow! Daddy, I'm sorry! I'll behave, I promise!" I wailed, my resistance crumbling.
"Good. Well. That’s the warm up finished.”
“What? That was just the warm up?”
I gasped as he pinched my buttock. The heat of his muscular thighs seared into my belly. The thin pajama shorts did nothing to dampen the sensation.
"I warned you, Maisy," he growled. "Now you'll get the spanking you earned."
My heart raced with mingled trepidation and wanting. I squirmed on his lap but he held me firmly in place. The first smack landed, sharp and stinging even through the silky fabric. I yelped, fingers scrabbling at the chair legs.
Another spank, then another. He peppered my backside with firm, measured swats. It started softly at first, a warm-up, before increasing in intensity. Each one sent a jolt straight to my core.
I whimpered and writhed, torn between the instinct to escape and the desire to surrender completely. Tears pricked my eyes. Yet I found myself arching into his punishing palm, craving more.
He found a rhythm, alternating cheeks. The relentless slaps echoed in the quiet room. Pleasure and pain blurred into a heady, intoxicating rush. My skin burned hot. I panted shallow breaths.
"P-please..." A broken moan escaped me.
"Please, what?" He didn't let up. Spank after blistering spank landed. "Are you ready to listen to Daddy now?"
I trembled, my resistance crumbling under his firm discipline. The safety and security of his dominance enveloped me. I needed his approval like I needed air.
"Yes!" I cried out, going limp in surrender. "Yes, Daddy. I'll be good."
The spanking stopped. He rested his warm palm on my throbbing backside, rubbing gently. I shuddered and gasped at the soothing touch.
"There's my good girl." His voice was low and tender. "You took your punishment so well. I'm proud of you. Now, a little kiss.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Are you ready for your reward?"
I let out a shaky breath. My skin still tingled from the spanking, a testament to his dominance. The desire within me was a searing flame, waiting for the right moment to be unleashed.
"Y-yes, Daddy," I whispered, feeling his hardness press against my thigh. "I'm ready."
His hand slid between my legs, gently massaging my heated core through the thin fabric. My breath hitched as he rubbed me through the damp material, my arousal growing with each stroke.
"You're so wet, baby," he growled, "Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?"
I moaned, nodding against his mouth. "Yes, Daddy." My voice was breathy and needy.
Brett's fingers teased me through the cloth, their light touch sending sparks of desire throughout my entire body. "You want me to lick your sweet pussy, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Yes," I whimpered, "I want you to. Please, Daddy."
“But instead, I’m going to eat your ass.”
I whimpered. I wanted it.
"Spread your legs for Daddy," he commanded, his voice husky with intent. I complied immediately, feeling his gaze travel over my body as if devouring every inch of me. The intensity of it sent shivers down my spine.
With gentle hands, he spread my cheeks apart, exposing the dark rosebud that was my most intimate secret.
He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, and I shuddered. His tongue flicked out, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. My heart pounded in my chest as anticipation built within me like a raging fire.
His mouth descended on me, soft but firm, as he pressed warm kisses along my inner thighs. I gasped at the sensation, my body trembling under his touch. Each caress sent a bolt of electricity straight to my core, making me want more.
The first touch of his tongue on my sensitive skin sent a wave of pleasure coursing through me. His skilled tongue darted and probed, exploring every inch of my flesh with precision and care. I felt like I was melting into him, every nerve ending alight with need and desire.
His fingers meanwhile found my center, sliding easily through the wet folds of my pussy. He teased my clit with his fingers, making me writhe with pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel myself nearing the edge of orgasm.
He continued to lick and suck on my ass, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into me. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, and it felt so taboo yet so erotic all at once. My body bucked under his ministrations, begging for more.
"Oh God," I moaned, "I'm going to cum!"
As I cried out, Brett's fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My pussy tightened around his fingers as I felt the orgasm building within me like a thunderstorm on the horizon.
His tongue never wavered, tracing and exploring every sensitive inch of my ass, driving me closer to the edge with each pass. The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever experienced - raw, primal, and unabashedly erotic. It was as if the very force of nature itself was coursing through my veins, building to a crescendo of pure ecstasy.
And then it happened. The wave of pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave, sweeping me up in its powerful embrace. I cried out his name, my body arching off the bed as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me.
“Well, well, well,” he said, dark pleasure clear in his voice. Seems like my Little Girl enjoyed that.”
I couldn’t speak. Waves still crashed around my body, impossibly powerful. He helped me up on quivering legs. I stood before him, swaying slightly, my face flushed and tearstained. My rear stung and tingled. The pulse between my legs throbbed in time to my heartbeat.
Brett gazed at me with heated eyes, his expression an intoxicating mix of lust, pride, and possessiveness. He cupped my face, brushing his thumb over my trembling lip. My breath hitched.
"Such a good little girl," he praised softly. "Now, go get ready for bed like Daddy told you. Brush your teeth and wash your face. I'll come tuck you in soon."
I bit my lip and nodded meekly, lust and contentment warring within me. The ache in my bottom made every step a reminder of my submission. Of his dominance. It felt like a claiming.
"Yes, Daddy," I whispered shakily, lashes lowered.
I turned to obey, my mind fuzzy and floating. Each throb from my well-spanked cheeks sent a corresponding pulse to my core. I'd surrendered to him so beautifully. Nothing had ever felt so perfect, so right.
Now I yearned to be his good girl, so I could bask in more of his approval, his control. I hurried off to do as I was told, eagerly awaiting his return and whatever delicious torments he had in store.