Chapter 16
Grant
Watching someone else spank his babygirl had never been high on Grant’s list of things he enjoyed. He allowed it to happen on occasion, especially at parties, mostly because Jesse enjoyed playing the brat with anyone and everyone who consented to engage with her. But he’d never actually enjoyed watching anyone else spank her.
Until now.
Maybe it was the girls’ shared history. Maybe it was the fact he knew this was something they both desperately needed.
Or maybe it was just the fact that Edie was absolutely fucking gorgeous when she was in Domme mode.
He’d already thought she was beautiful before now. But there was a shift in her, so subtle he would have missed it completely if he hadn’t been watching her so closely when she took Jesse over her knee. And that little shift was all it took for her to go from pretty to absolutely breathtaking.
Whatever the reason, he couldn’t have taken his eyes off them if he’d wanted to as Edie started spanking. The look of determination on Edie’s face. The sight of Jesse’s bottom turning pink beneath her hand. The sound of Jesse’s yelps and whimpers. All of it was part of a fascinating whole, and he felt as though he could watch this dance over and over and never tire of it.
And when Edie shifted her focus to Jesse’s sensitive sit-spots, making his babygirl howl and kick her feet, he had to adjust his cock to alleviate the building pressure. He wanted nothing more than to take it out and stroke himself to release as he watched, but that felt… disrespectful.
“Ow, ow, Edie, I’m sorry!” Jesse wailed.
Amusement had him fighting back a smile. While he had no doubt his Little girl genuinely felt bad about what she’d done, she wasn’t quite to the ‘true remorse’ stage of the spanking. She was still in fight or flight mode, where she was willing to do or say whatever it took to get the punishment to end.
Whether Edie knew that or not, she didn’t even pause. Her hand rose and fell at the same pace, cracking loudly against Jesse’s now bright pink skin. “You’re going to be very sorry by the time I’m through with you, Little girl.”
Grant gritted his teeth against a groan. Holy fuck that was hot.
“I am sorry, Edie, I am, I swear! Please, it hurts so much!”
“Does it?” Edie’s voice took on a hard edge. “Do you think it hurts more than what your Daddy felt when he woke up and found you gone with no way to contact you and make sure you were okay? Do you think it hurts more than the worry he felt for three whole days while he searched the entire country for you?”
Damn. If he hadn’t been the one who’d spent those three days out of his mind with worry, he might actually feel sorry for his babygirl.
“I’m s-sorry.” The words came out choked with tears he hadn’t expected to hear so soon. “Edie, I’m sorry.”
To his surprise, Edie laid down one final swat, then stroked her hand over the bright pink skin of Jesse’s bottom. “I believe you, babygirl.”
He watched as Jesse scrambled up and launched herself into Edie’s arms. And for the first time since they’d started this, he felt like an intruder. There was something so intimate about the way Edie was cradling his Little girl, the way she was murmuring words of comfort he couldn’t hear. Even though it was technically his punishment being handed down, this was a moment just between the two of them, and he should give them some space.
So with a quick prayer that the creaky old boards beneath his feet wouldn’t give him away, he stepped into the shadows of the hallway and gave them the privacy the moment deserved.
Edie
There was a storm inside her. A confusing jumble of emotions she couldn’t seem to make heads or tails of. Which was why she’d stopped a bit sooner than she’d actually meant to. She’d thought she could keep her emotions about Jesse leaving separate from the punishment she deserved for worrying Grant, but as she’d spanked, everything had started to blur together. Leaving her feeling way too raw and emotional to continue the punishment.
But now she had a babygirl on her lap who desperately needed some cuddles before she moved onto the next part of her punishment, so she pushed her own emotions aside to focus on Jesse.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay.”
“I’m s-so sorry, I really am.” Still sobbing hard enough to shake her entire body, Jesse pressed herself closer. “I knew it w-was wrong when I left. I n-n-never?—”
Was she just talking about leaving her Daddy behind to come to Lost River? Or had the lines started to blur for her, as well?
“I know, baby. You’re a good girl, you just made some big mistakes.”
Pulling away, Jesse sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “You still think I’m a good girl? For really real?”
Fuck, she’d forgotten how absolutely adorable Jesse was after a punishment. Letting her lips curve up in a reassuring smile, Edie ran a hand through her babygirl’s short tresses, soothing them both with that simple, familiar gesture. “Yes, baby. For really real.”
Jesse’s face seemed to light up from within. “Thank you. That means… it means everything, Edie.”
She was so beautiful. Even with her eyes all red and puffy, the little bit of makeup she was wearing smeared with tears, she was still the most stunning woman Edie had ever met. Nobody, in real life or on screen, had ever held a candle to Jesse Walker.
Cupping the back of her neck, Edie drew her in and did the only thing she could think of when faced with that overwhelming beauty.
She kissed her.
Jesse froze, and it was like having ice water thrown on her. Jerking back, Edie stared at her babygirl’s stunned expression, suddenly feeling as though she might be sick.
Not your babygirl anymore. Remember?
She knew that. God, she knew that in her bones. But her emotions were all still one big jumble and her brain was scrambled and?—
Fuck.
“God, Jesse, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just… I wasn’t thinking.”
The silence between them felt as heavy as summer in August in South Carolina, and it seemed to trap the air in Edie’s lungs.
Until, finally, Jesse smiled. Not the wide grin she was known for, but the barest curve of her lips into something far more intimate and sensual than she gave the world. “I don’t want an apology.”
“What do you want?”
“You. I want you. Kiss me again, Edie.”
It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. But just then, with the weight of her woman on her lap as she smiled that seductive little smile, Edie couldn’t for the life of her remember why it was wrong.
So she did it again.
A little tentative at first, reminding her of when they’d first gotten together. A slow, easy exploration of each other’s mouths as Jesse opened for her.
Surrendered to her.
Then Jesse whimpered, and something inside Edie just… snapped.
Sweet and tender turned hungry and demanding in a heartbeat. And then they were horizontal, frantic hands tugging at clothing, pulling and ripping until they were both completely, gloriously naked.
Cupping one heavy breast in her hand, Edie rolled the nipple between her fingers and squeezed gently. Jesse gasped into the kiss, arching up beneath her, offering herself up like some pagan sacrifice.
A creaking sound broke through the haze of desire clouding Edie’s brain and she jerked her head up to find Grant stepping back into the living room, an odd expression on his face.
And she was reminded very suddenly and very violently why kissing Jesse was so wrong.
Guilt immediately flooded her, making her feel as though she might be sick. “Oh my god. Grant. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She tried to pull away, but Jesse’s arms were still locked around her, holding her in place.
“Stop.” The order—and there was no doubt in her mind it was an order—had her pausing her struggle to free herself from Jesse’s arms. When she stilled, his gaze shifted from her to his babygirl. “Do you want Edie to keep kissing you, baby?”
Jesse nodded, her smile widening. “Yes, Daddy.”
He didn’t respond right away. His gaze traveled from Jesse to Edie and back again before he finally nodded. “You heard our babygirl, Edie.”
Our babygirl. There was so much weight behind those two words, and she knew she should stop to unpack it. Talk about what it meant. For now, for the future.
But she couldn’t make herself stop. The need for her woman was a living, breathing thing inside her. So she lowered her head, capturing Jesse’s lips in another hungry kiss.
When the floor creaked again, she looked up. Grant was still watching them, but he’d taken a step back, as if in retreat. “Where are you going?”
“I thought you two might like a little privacy.”
Warmth spread through her chest at the offer. And while she appreciated the gesture, it also didn’t feel right to leave him out. “You should stay. Don’t you agree, babygirl?”
Beneath her, Jesse hummed with approval. “Stay, Daddy.”
Locking eyes with him, Edie smiled. “It’s been a while for me, you know. Why don’t you tell me how our babygirl likes to be touched now?”
Grant’s expression turned hungry, and she knew she’d hit exactly the right note by letting him take control. Submitting herself to him, right alongside their babygirl, felt a little foreign, but it also felt completely right.
“Pinch her nipple a bit harder.” He nodded to the hand still cupping Jesse’s breast.
Grinning now, Edie looked down at their wide-eyed babygirl and squeezed. Hard.
When Jesse gasped, her back bowing up into Edie’s touch, Grant let out a low growl. “Just like that. She likes more pain than she lets on.”
“Is that so, baby?” Dropping her voice to a syrupy sweet coo, Edie squeezed Jesse’s nipple again, this time earning her a low, needy little whine.
“It’s not so. It hurts.”
“Hmm.” Releasing her nipple, Edie ducked her head and ran her tongue over the tortured bud as her hand slid down over Jesse’s flat, smooth stomach to her equally smooth mound. She didn’t even have to slide her fingers into her babygirl’s pussy to feel how absolutely soaked she was.
Letting her arousal cover her hand, Edie lifted her glistening fingers for inspection and looked up at Grant. “What’s the punishment for naughty little girls who tell lies?”
Need burned in his eyes as a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “Little girls who try to lie about liking pain get their pussies spanked.”
Jesse’s outraged gasp had a laugh bubbling in Edie’s chest. “I think that’s a perfect punishment.”
“Edie, no!” Jesse cried out, a moment before Edie snapped her fingers against her bare, wet lips.
But despite her protests, Jesse practically gushed all over Edie’s hand as she laid down a second and then third punishing spank.
By then, Jesse was panting and writhing beneath her, and Edie’s thighs were slick with her own arousal. If there was a more beautiful sight in the world, she’d yet to discover it.
“Tell the truth, baby. Do you like having your pretty nipples pinched?”
“Y-yes, Edie. I’m sorry I lied.”
“My good, sweet girl,” Edie crooned. “Do you need me to kiss your little pussy and make it feel better?”
“God, yes. Please, Edie. Please.”
Edie looked up at Grant. “Sir?”
This time, he didn’t even hesitate. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”