Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
Eliza was exactly where she was meant to be at six that evening when he made his way to the library. Curled up on a bean bag chair in the erotica section of the library, her cheeks flaming red, her eyes locked on yet another Arabella Cole book.
Stopping before he got too close, he watched her. Every few sentences, her mouth would drop open a bit, and the color in her cheeks would burn even brighter. A few times she even gasped out loud.
Since she was pretty close to the end, he waited for her to finish, watching as she clutched the book to her chest with a lust-filled sigh before he stepped out of the shadows. “Ready to go, little one?”
Her head jerked up, and he had to swallow a laugh at the mortification on her face. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to know you thoroughly enjoyed your book.” Holding out a hand, he helped her to her feet. “How is your experiment going? Find anything else you enjoy in Ms. Cole’s books? ”
“No.”
Pausing their trek to the front of the library, he pulled her between the stacks of books. A shocked squeak escaped her as he pinned her to the shelves, one hand gripping her wrists over her head as he ran the other up her inner thigh. She trembled so beautifully for him, he nearly forgot he was trying to teach her a lesson.
“I’m going to touch you, Eliza. And when I do, I better not find this little pussy the least bit wet. Because if I do, I’ll know you were lying. And Little girls who lie don’t get rewarded with orgasms.”
“Wh-what do they get?” she asked, wide-eyed and breathless.
“They get to choke on Daddy’s cock before they get sent to bed with orders not to touch their needy little pussies. So I’m going to ask you again. Did anything in your book make your little kitty wet for Daddy?”
“Oh my god. Yes, okay? It was hot as fu—it was really freaking hot.”
Stroking his fingers along the edge of her panties, he grinned. “Which part?”
“All of it!” she blurted out, her cheeks once again turning crimson. “I hated it and I loved it and I was disgusted and turned on and I’m so freaking confused by all of it.”
“Thank you for being honest with me, little one. Such bravery certainly deserves a reward.”
Without waiting for a response, he slipped his hand inside her panties, delighted to find her soaking wet just as he’d expected.
She gasped, and he nipped at her full bottom lip. “Shhh. We’re in a library, little girl. Which means you have to be completely silent while Daddy makes you come. ”
“Oh, god.” She started to moan in response, then bit her own lip to silence the sound.
“Good girl. Since this is a reward, and we have to be quiet, I won’t make you beg. Just know I won’t always be so nice.”
Eyes fluttering closed, she dropped her head back against the books behind her.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, keeping his voice low for only her to hear as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit. “You feel so good, squeezing Daddy’s fingers with your greedy little kitty. I can’t wait for the day I get to feel you milking my cock like this.”
At that, her hips bucked, and he chuckled at her response. “Do you like the sound of that, my sweet Little Lizzie? Do you like the thought of Daddy’s cock stretching your pretty kitty wide, fucking you until you come screaming for Daddy? Maybe I should strip these panties right off you so I can fuck you right here, amongst the books that turned you into such a greedy Little baby.”
Her pussy clamped down so hard on his fingers, he nearly winced. “There we go. Come for Daddy, baby. That’s it,” he crooned as her hips bucked hard against his hand. “My good Little girl. You did so good for Daddy.”
Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes to stare up at him. “Whoa. That was… whoa.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, little one. But we have a problem.”
“Problem?” she asked, her brow furrowing with concern. “What kind of problem?”
“My greedy Little girl made a mess all over Daddy’s fingers.” Pulling his hand free of her panties, he raised his fingers to her mouth. “Good Little girls clean up after themselves. ”
It was a pleasure watching her try to work out what he meant. And even more so to watch her eyes go wide and her cheeks turn red as realization dawned. “Oh. Um. Maybe we should find a bathroom for you to wash your hands.”
“No. You made the mess, so you will clean it up. Open your mouth, Lizzie.”
She was struggling with the concept, and it was written all over her face. But eventually she pried her lips apart, wide enough for him to slip his fingers inside.
“ Good girl ,” he praised, his voice a low growl as he pumped his fingers in and out of her mouth. “Make sure you get all the mess. There we go.”
When she’d licked him clean, he pulled his hand free and dropped his head to claim her lips in a hard kiss. The taste of her lingered on her tongue, and he couldn’t wait to get her back to their apartment so he could eat his fill.
Dazed and somewhat lightheaded, Eliza followed him out of the library. The weather was still holding, so they walked over to the employee apartments. Along the way, he asked her about her day, as if he hadn’t just scrambled her brain with the most intense orgasm of her life in the middle of the University library.
She managed to fill him in on the highlights, and a few anecdotes that had him laughing out loud as they walked.
Which only made her feel even more off-kilter than before. How could the man laughing at her stories, swinging her arm between them as they walked be the same man who had threatened to spank her like a naughty Little girl in front of her classmates and the same man who had just finger-fucked her like a teenager between the library stacks ?
“Do you have any homework, or did you finish it already?” he asked as he opened the door to their apartment.
Her paper for Western Civ was still waiting to be started, and the deadline on that particular assignment was slowly creeping up on her, but how the hell was she supposed to concentrate on the history of Ancient Greece when she could barely remember her own name? “All done.”
“Really? Even the problems I assigned? What about your workbook?”
“Homework is done and I finished three pages of the workbook. I’m not sure I got everything right, but I tried.”
“Good girl. We can go over them after dinner. Go put your backpack up and I’ll get dinner started. How do tacos sound?”
“Sounds good. Can I change into my pajamas? This skirt has a weird tag in it that’s been bugging me all freaking day.”
“Yes. But no panties.” A wicked grin curved his lips. “I want that pretty pussy easily accessible later.”
Face burning with embarrassment, she hurried to her bedroom and stripped out of her clothes, throwing them in the general direction of her hamper. Even though he’d just gotten her off, her clit was already throbbing with need again.
There are definitely some benefits to being a good girl, El.
Kylie’s words echoed in her mind as she debated the merits of climbing into bed and taking the edge off. It wasn’t entirely unusual for her to have a lie down while Samuel made dinner, so he probably wouldn’t even come to check on her for at least half an hour.
But the thought of doing so didn’t appeal to her the way it should have. She didn’t want her own fingers on her pussy. She wanted his. And maybe his mouth .
And the only way to get that was to be his good girl.
Fuck.
With a frustrated sigh, she pulled on a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, sans panties as requested. Stomping out to the living room, she flopped down onto the couch and turned the tv on.
“Eliza.”
Ugh. Right. She was supposed to ask permission if she wanted to watch tv. “May I turn the tv on, please?”
“Five minutes in the corner, then you can watch one show before dinner.”
“But I don’t want to sit in the corner!” On their second day together he’d brought home a small stool with “Eliza’s Naughty Chair” painted on the seat which she had to sit on whenever she earned a stint in the corner. She hated it, partly because corner time was boring as hell and partly because the chair made her feel more like a Little girl than any of the other punishments he employed.
“Then you should have remembered your rules. I can make it ten and no television the rest of the night if you prefer.”
“No. I’m going.” Heaving what she knew very well was an overly dramatic sigh, she rolled off the couch and dragged herself over to the corner.
“Thank you for listening. Five minutes, starting now.”
Though she couldn’t see the timer, she figured it only took about ten seconds for the boredom to set in. And another thirty for her to wish she’d remembered the stupid television rule. It was one of the rules she struggled with the most because she didn’t understand why she had to ask permission first. And since she didn’t understand the why, it was like her brain refused to count it as an actual rule.
But it was definitely a real rule, at least as far as her Daddy was concerned, which meant she could count on spending at least five minutes in the corner every time she forgot.
After what felt like forever, the timer on his phone rang, and she sprang up from her chair. But before she could return to her spot on the couch, he called her name, beckoning her into the kitchen.
“Yes?” She tried to keep her tone as polite as possible, despite the annoyance still pricking at her chest.
Turning away from the stove, he captured her chin between his fingers. Why that single move should turn her knees to water every single time she didn’t know, but it never failed. “What’s wrong with my Little Lizzie?”
“For starters, my name is not Lizzie.” Her parents had never called her by a nickname, and her friends all called her El. “So you can stop calling me that.”
His smirk was pure male smugness. “You didn’t mind it so much when you had my fingers in your little kitty earlier.”
“Oh my god, do you have to say it like that?”
“Yes. I love the way you blush when I embarrass you. My adorable Little Lizzie.”
“I’m not adorable.”
“You are, especially when you’re grouchy. Why are you so grumpy, little one? Did you not enjoy your orgasm?”
If her face got any hotter, she was certain she would just burst into flames right there in the kitchen. “No. I did. A lot.”
“Then why are you sulking?”
“I hate asking permission for everything.”
Understanding lit his eyes and his smile turned surprisingly sympathetic. “I know you do. But it pleases me. And it’s good for you.”
Hearing she’d pleased him was almost enough to drive her grumpies away. Almost. “How is it good for me? ”
“It helps you stay in the headspace I want you in. And it makes you think about things before you do them, like watching tv. So often we find ourselves doing things mindlessly, out of habit, even if it’s not the healthiest choice for us in the moment. Asking permission forces you to pause, even if it’s just for a second, instead of simply falling into unhealthy habits.”
“Oh. I didn’t realize there was an actual reason for it.”
“Ah.” Chuckling softly, he ran his thumb across her bottom lip. “And my Little girl doesn’t like to follow rules when there’s no good reason.”
“Yeah.”
“I can understand that. And as much as I appreciate that you don’t simply do as you’re told without question, there are going to be times I ask you to do things simply because it’s how I want them done. Or because it makes me happy to see you obeying me, even if there is no good reason. Maybe ‘making Daddy happy’ could be a good enough reason, sometimes, to do as you’re told.”
“Maybe.” The odds were definitely in his favor if the butterflies in her stomach were anything to go by. “I can’t promise I won’t argue or pout, though.”
“And I can’t promise I won’t put you on your knees to remind you how good Little girls are meant to use their mouths.”
Heat flashed through her again, but this time from desire instead of humiliation. “Fair enough.”
“Good girl.” He leaned in to brush a kiss over her lips, and she nearly wept with need when he pulled back after that too-brief connection. “One episode of a show, then you will come and set the table.”
“Yes… Sir.”
For a moment, she’d been tempted to call him Daddy. She hadn’t yet, not to his face, though she knew he desperately wanted to hear it from her.
Disappointment flickered in his eyes, but then it was gone as quickly as it had come and he was smiling at her again. “And after dinner, we can have dessert.”
“Really?” In the nine days they’d been together, he’d only treated her to dessert once and that had been during a meal they’d shared in one of the restaurants. “What’s for dessert?”
“You.”