Chapter 2
Aspanking!
That wasn’t very nice.
“I don’t deserve a spanking, Daddy,” she told him.
“You glitter bombed me.”
“That’s not a spankable offense.”
“Then you laughed,” he pointed out.
“Also not a spankable offense.”
“It’s a spankable offense if I say it’s a spankable offense,” he told her.
She gasped. “So you’re allowed to just make rules willy-nilly now, huh, Daddy? That doesn’t seem fair.”
“What isn’t fair, brat, is that I now have glitter in my ears. And down my T-shirt and probably in my jeans.”
Huh.
She glanced at his crotch. “You need some help getting rid of that, Daddy?”
“Sure do, brat.”
Reaching down, he lifted her out of the bath. He really had to stop hauling her around or he would hurt himself.
But she knew better than to say that out loud.
That would be a spankable offense.
Millie knew he wasn’t truly serious about the spanking. Or she thought he wasn’t, until he turned her around so her back was to him.
What was he doing?
“Bend down and grab hold of the edge of the bath, baby doll.”
She bent over and then looked back at him. “Um, Daddy? What are you doing?”
“I told you. I’m spanking you.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you would really do it!”
“You thought wrong.”
He pushed the skirt of her dress up over her bottom. She was wearing one of her favorite dresses. It was pale blue with images of dancing dinosaurs on it.
There were dinosaurs doing the mambo, dinosaurs in tutus. There was even a dinosaur in the cutest hip-hop outfit.
Now, she wished she’d worn something with more padding. Or that was harder to get access to.
“Daddy, I don’t think this is very nice.”
“Was it very nice to glitter bomb Daddy? And Mr. Fluffy?” he asked.
“Well, no, maybe not,” she admitted. “It sure was funny, though.”
Down went her panties.
Uh-oh.
Smack!
Huh. That was surprisingly light.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
He stopped and rubbed her ass.
Ohhh. So it wasn’t a real spanking.
Jeez, he’d really had her convinced. Still, she felt the need to complain.
“Daddy! Ouchie!”
“Really?” he asked. “Because I could spank harder.”
“No, Daddy, no! This is fine!”
“That’s what I thought.” Spike slid his fingers between her legs, running his fingers along her slit.
“Oh. Ohhh,” she said. “That feels so good.”
“Does it?” He drew his hand away to smack it down on her ass again.
And he kept going like that. He’d spank her bottom. Then he’d rub her butt cheeks before running his fingers along her slick lips.
“Please. Please,” she cried out.
“Please what?” he asked.
“I need more. I need to come.”
“Hmm. No, I don’t think you get to come until you’ve apologized properly for covering me in glitter.”
“I’m sorry!” she said immediately. “So sorry! So very sorry!”
“I’m not sure that’s enough of an apology.”
“What do you want? Me down on my knees?” she cried.
“That’s exactly what I want.”
Oh.
Well. She could be down for that.
Literally.
“Are you laughing at a joke you told yourself?” Spike eyed her as he helped her stand.
She attempted to take her own clothes off, but he brushed her hands away and started stripping her.
“You know me well,” she told him.
“Sometimes, I think I’ll never know all of you. You always seem to surprise me.”
She bit her lip as he helped her out of her dress. Then he reached around to undo her bra.
“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, sighing relief as her boobs were released. “Free the boobs!”
His lips twitched. “I love freeing the boobs.”
Oops. She hadn’t meant to say that part out loud.
“And no . . . I like your surprises. Unless you’re putting yourself in danger. Those are bad surprises.”
“Pfft. That hardly ever happens. I’m a good girl.”
Spike’s gaze ran over her. “Yeah. You’re going to be a very good girl for me, aren’t you?”
He slid her panties down her legs.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he said gruffly. “Lift your right foot.”
She lifted her foot.
“Baby doll?”
“Yeah?” she asked, glancing down at him. Hmm, seemed he was the one on his knees now. “You know, while you’re down there . . .”
“Yes?” He gave her a stern look.
“You could paint my toenails.”
He snorted. “Not happening, baby.”
Oh. Bummer.
“I’ll do that later,” he added.
Goody! For such a scary-looking guy, Spike was really just a big teddy bear.
For her, anyway.
“Also, you lifted your left foot not your right,” he told her before tapping her other foot. She lifted it and he drew her panties off, throwing them behind him.
“I did? Shoot. Left and right. It’s just so tricky. Does it matter, Daddy?”
“Well, it does when you’re driving.” He got to his feet and pulled her close, his large hands squeezing her ass.
“Good point. Probably also matters when you tell me to massage your left testicle and I massage the right.”
“Have I ever asked you to massage my testicles?” He gave her an incredulous look.
“No. But I am totally here for that if that’s what you need,” she told him earnestly.
“I do not need.”
“Good to know. I mean, these are the conversations that are important to have.”
“You are so sassy.”
“You like sassy, though, right?” she asked.
“Nope.”
Her heart stopped.
“I love sassy.” He slid his mouth over hers, kissing her. Her mouth opened under his silent demand, letting him in.
Damn.
The man could kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her, carrying her over to the shower.
Setting her down, Spike turned on the shower, then gestured to himself.
“Undress me.”
Ooh, he didn’t need to tell her twice.
Millie reached immediately for his belt. Undoing it.
“Not starting with my shirt, huh?”
“Nope. I like my dessert first. You know that.”
A grin filled his face.
God, she loved when he smiled. He hadn’t really smiled when she’d first met him. He’d been closed off and a bit grouchy.
Now, every time he smiled, it felt like a gift.
He wasn’t closed off anymore.
Although he was still kind of grouchy.
After undoing his belt, she drew his jeans and boxers down his legs. As she crouched, she came face-to-face with his dick.
“Well, hello, gorgeous.”
“Are you talking to my dick?” he asked.
“He’s just so pretty.” Leaning in, she ran her tongue over the head of his dick.
“Fuck, baby doll,” he muttered. “Wait until we get in the shower.”
Ooh, yes, shower blowjob.
“Left foot,” she commanded as she focused on his left foot.
“Baby, that’s the right foot.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
Okay. After she got his jeans off, she stood to start on his shirt, slowly undoing each button.
God, he was so freaking sexy.
Muscular and handsome. From his bald head, down to those wide shoulders.
Millie had no idea how she was so lucky to find him.
Fate had been so freaking kind to send her to him. Part of her wondered if her sister, Daria had helped fate along. Millie hoped that she had, that Daria was watching over her.
And then to have him love her . . . that was a miracle.
She was never going to take him for granted.
After drawing off his shirt, she kissed down his chest, then his abs, moving toward her prize.
“Not yet, baby.” He grabbed her arms, stopping her from going down on her knees.
“But I owe you an apology blowjob.” She pouted. She didn’t like having her treat taken away from her.
“You need to wash me first.”
Hmm, there was some glitter sparkling on his face and now his chest. She glanced down and grinned.
Oh! And look! There was also some on his cock.
“It looks so festive. Maybe they should make glitter condoms or glittery cock rings. Would you wear one of those?”
“No.” He opened the shower door, directing her inside before following her. “And don’t even think about it.”
“Sometimes, you’re no fun, Daddy.”
He just gave her a stern look. She grabbed his shower gel and started to lather up her hands.
“Got it lathered up enough, baby doll?” he asked dryly.
“I want to get you nice and clean,” she explained as she washed his chest. She moved down his arms and then had him turn so she could do his back and ass.
Millie squeezed his butt cheeks. “Maybe you should bend over and spread.”
He growled. “Not happening.”
Darn it. There went that fantasy.
Oh, well.
She crouched to clean the back of his legs before he turned around. And hello!
Unable to help herself, she slid her mouth over his hard shaft.
Spike groaned. “Did I give you permission to do that?”
She moved back up his dick, letting it pop out of her mouth. “I don’t need permission.”
“Why is that?”
“Silly, Daddy. Because I own it.”