Chapter 14 #2
She was so wet. The ache between her legs had only grown hotter during the spanking, and now she worried he'd notice. She tried desperately to think of anything else — the grocery list, smelling the color nine, anything — but her body refused to listen.
Jaxon’s hand kept soothing her bottom, each slow pass drifting a little lower. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin where her thighs met her cheeks. Tazzy bit her lip hard.
“Are you wet, babygirl?” he asked, voice low and knowing.
She almost said no. The word sat right there on the edge of her tongue. But he'd just reminded her what happened when she broke the rules, and lying definitely broke them. Her cheeks burned with fresh embarrassment.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, mortified.
A soft, approving rumble vibrated in his chest. “Good girl for telling the truth. I think I'd better check and make sure.”
His hand slid down between her legs. One thick finger parted her folds and slipped just inside her. He made tiny, slow circles right at her entrance, teasing the slick heat he found there.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark with satisfaction. “Soaking wet for Daddy after a spanking. Such a needy little girl. Does it embarrass you that your bottom's still hot and your pussy's this wet?”
Tazzy pressed her face into the couch cushion, cheeks flaming. “Yes, Daddy,” she muffled through the side of the cushion.
He chuckled softly, the sound warm and wicked. “That's my honest girl. I love how wet you get for me. It tells me exactly how much you need your Daddy.”
He worked his finger deeper, sliding in and out with deliberate care. Then he added a second finger, scissoring them gently before curling them upward to find that perfect spot inside her. Tazzy gasped, her hips twitching against his hand.
“That’s it,” he praised quietly. “Let Daddy take care of you. You took your spanking so beautifully. This is your reward, babygirl. Come for Daddy.”
His fingers moved with steady purpose, stroking that sensitive place again and again while his thumb brushed lightly over her clit. The pleasure built fast and sharp. Tazzy clutched the couch cushion with one hand and his ankle with the other, her breath coming in short gasps.
When the orgasm hit her, it rolled through her in deep, shuddering waves. She cried out, body trembling as she clenched around his fingers. Jaxon kept moving them slowly, drawing every last pulse of pleasure from her until she collapsed across his lap, limp and panting.
He eased his fingers free and pulled her up close. She hugged his neck while she caught her breath. After a moment, he lifted his hand and touched his glistening fingers to her lips.
“Taste,” he said gently but firmly.
Tazzy hesitated, embarrassment flooding her again. “Daddy…”
“Stick out your tongue, babygirl.”
She obeyed, cheeks burning. He touched his finger to her tongue, letting her taste her own arousal. Then he brought the same fingers to his own mouth and licked them clean while she watched, eyes wide.
When he lifted her to sit on his lap, she could feel his hard erection. She buried her face against his chest. “Can I do something to make you feel good, too, Daddy?”
Jaxon shook his head and pulled her tighter into his arms. “No, sweet girl. What I just did was a special treat for my babygirl. You took your spanking so well. You earned every bit of that pleasure. Right now, all Daddy wants is to hold you and make sure you feel safe and loved.”
He kissed the top of her head, his voice dropping to that soft, reassuring tone she loved so much. When he was ready, he said, “Let's finish dinner, and then we can have popcorn and watch a movie or whatever you want. Tonight's about taking care of my girl.”
Tazzy melted into him, the last of her embarrassment fading under the warmth of his care. Her Daddy knew exactly how to make her feel both small and cherished at the same time.
He made sure her pants were back in place before carrying her back to the table. This time, he set her on his lap and fed her the broccoli one bite at a time. She ate every piece without complaint. The milk followed, plain and cold. She drank it all.
When the plates were clear, Jaxon kissed the top of her head. “I like this sharper version of you,” he said quietly. “The one who tests me and still trusts me to catch her.”
Tazzy smiled. “I like this sharper version of you, too. The one who doesn't hold back. The one who takes what he wants and still makes me feel safe.”
Jaxon’s arms tightened around her for a moment, then he gave her a quick kiss. “Good. Because this version isn't going anywhere, babygirl. Now let's get that popcorn.”
He stood with her still in his arms and carried her into the kitchen like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Tazzy wrapped her legs around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.
He set her on the counter beside the microwave, then pulled out the big glass bowl, a popcorn kettle with a lid, and a bag of uncooked popcorn.
“Stay right there,” he told her, pointing a finger when she started to hop down. “Daddy's handling dinner cleanup and snack duty tonight.”
She watched him move around the kitchen with that quiet confidence she loved.
It only took a few minutes to put the dishes in the washer, and before she knew it, the popcorn had popped up hot.
He dumped the popcorn into the bowl, added a little melted butter and a generous sprinkle of salt, then carried everything to the living room.
“Do you mind if I go change, Daddy?”
“Okay, Darkling. You go and change while I set up the movie, but make it quick so the popcorn doesn’t get cold.”
While she was gone, Jaxon remembered to grab some lemonade. He’d just been selected when Tazzy returned, barefoot and wearing nothing but one of his old t-shirts that fell to mid-thigh.
They settled on the big couch with the lights low.
Jaxon pulled her into his lap again, her back to his chest, the popcorn bowl balanced on her thighs.
He started the movie and wrapped both arms around her middle, one hand resting possessively over her stomach while the other occasionally reached into the bowl with her.
Tazzy giggled at the opening scenes, leaning her head back against his shoulder.
Every time Beetlejuice appeared on screen, Jaxon’s quiet chuckle vibrated through her.
Between bites of popcorn, he pressed soft kisses to the side of her neck and whispered little observations that made her smile wider.
“You're my favorite little troublemaker,” he murmured during one of the quieter moments, his lips brushing her ear. “Even when you're trying to brat your way out of vegetables.”
She turned her head just enough to kiss his jaw. “And you're my favorite growly Daddy. Even when you turn my bottom red.”
They stayed tangled together like that for the whole movie, sharing the bowl until only a few kernels remained. Jaxon’s steady heartbeat against her back and the warmth of his body wrapped around hers made the whole evening feel perfect.
They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other. Then Tazzy’s phone buzzed on the counter. A group video call from the Musketiaras.
She glanced at Jaxon. “Can I answer? They've been blowing up my phone all day.”
He nodded. “Go ahead, Darkling. But stay right here on my lap.”
She accepted the call. Seven faces filled the screen, all of them wearing bright green skincare masks. Georgia, Winnie, Breezy, Suzi, Lovie, Lele, Gabi, and Rory waved at her with sticky green fingers.
“Hi, Tazzy!” they chorused.
She laughed and waved back, suddenly shy. “Hi, everyone.”
Georgia leaned closer to the camera. “Okay, spill. You’ve been glowing all day at work for days now, and now you're sitting on someone’s lap. Is that who I think it is?”
Tazzy felt her cheeks heat. She hadn’t had a chance to tell them about the change in her relationship with Jaxon yet. Jaxon’s arm tightened around her waist. She took a breath and said the words out loud for the first time.
“I'm back with my Daddy for real.”
The screen exploded with squeals and cheers. Winnie clapped her hands. “Finally! We've been rooting for you two since the coffee shop reunion!”
Breezy grinned. “Tell us everything. Is he being all growly and protective? Because that man looked ready to fight the world when he saw you talking to Brick.”
Lovie tilted her head. “And does he still call you Sprite? Or did you make him switch to something… um, cooler, like Darkling?”
Tazzy laughed, relaxing into Jaxon’s chest. “He calls me both. Sprite when I'm sweet. Darkling when I'm feeling sassy. And yes, he's very growly and protective. But I love it.”
Gabi wiggled her eyebrows. “Does he give good spankings? Because I need details. For research purposes, of course.”
Rory snorted. “Gabi! Let the girl breathe.”
The teasing continued for several minutes, but it stayed warm and loving.
Suzi finally held up her hand. “Okay, serious moment.
We're so happy for you, Tazzy. You deserve this.
You deserve him. And he deserves you. And we're all here for the late-night texts when you need to vent or brag or anything in between.”
Lele nodded, her mask cracking a little at the smile. “We love you. And we love that your Daddy's back where he belongs.”
Tazzy’s eyes stung with happy tears. “I love you all too. Thank you for being my sisters.”
The call ended with more waves and promises to plan a girls’ night soon. Tazzy set the phone down and turned in Jaxon’s lap, burying her face in his neck again.
“They're happy for us,” she whispered.
Jaxon rubbed her back. “They should be. You're right where you belong. Speaking of which, it's time for bed.”
“Nooo,” Tazzy wailed, though she didn’t put her heart into it. It was almost midnight, and she was tired. “Can we stay up a little bit longer, pleeeeease?”
“Okay, babygirl, till the stroke of midnight, but no longer.”
Sitting on the couch talking made the time pass quickly.
“Okay, it's past time for bed, Darkling. The only reason I let you stay up late tonight is that tomorrow's Sunday, so the coffee shop's closed, and we can sleep in.”
“Okay, but can we look at the stars one more time before we do that?”
Jaxon stood, carrying her to the front door for some fresh air. He stepped onto the porch first, like he always did after dark, and froze.
Tazzy felt the sudden tension in his body. “What is it, Daddy?”
He bent and picked up a plain, unmarked envelope from the welcome mat. There was no stamp or address. Just her name written in neat block letters on the front.
Jaxon slid it into his back pocket without opening it. His jaw tightened, but his voice stayed calm when he spoke to her. “Nothing you need to worry about, babygirl. Let's go back inside.”
Tazzy searched his face. She saw a fire brewing behind his eyes, but didn’t ask. He closed the door behind them with no explanation of what was bothering him.
She let him. For now.
Later, in bed, she lay with her eyes closed but her mind wide awake. The soft buzz of his phone made her sit up. Middle of the night calls were never good news. Jaxon took his phone from the bedside table. He responded quickly and hit send.
She caught the words on the screen before he slipped the phone away.
Jaxon:
Need to talk soon.
“Is everything okay?” she asked, hating the fear in her voice.
“Something came up, and the guys just had a question. Let’s just get some rest, and I’ll tell you about it later. There’s no need for you to worry, Darkling. I’ll take care of it.”
Tazzy lay back down. She didn’t believe him. There was definitely something to worry about. But for the first time in eight years, she had a Daddy who would take care of it. With that thought, she lay her head down on the pillow and fell asleep.