Chapter 9
Jaxon
I hadn’t expected to see her face ever again, not after the second time, but here she was standing at my door with the same incredibly terrified look in her eyes that had been there when she’d first shown up eight long years ago.
I’d run over the events of both nights in my head at least a thousand times since then, trying to figure out where I’d gone wrong and what I could have done to make her stay.
I had convinced myself that I’d pushed her too far, that I’d asked for too much, that I had spanked her too hard, but as she stood there at my front door, I realized that it wasn’t that at all.
She was here again because I hadn’t pushed her enough.
“Keri,” I whispered quietly. Her arm circled around her chest in a sort of defensive maneuver aimed at keeping me away.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted her to know she wouldn’t be able to hide from me, but I held back.
She would tell me why she was here first before I made any movements to assuage her fears.
I didn’t know if she wanted that from me yet.
“Hi, Jaxon,” she said. Her voice shook and I knew this time would be different.
She gripped her shoulder so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
Whatever it was, it was forcing every protective bone in my body to spring to life.
This time I reached for her, needing to touch her as much as she needed me to.
Carefully, I pried her fingers from herself and gently straightened her arm at her side. She twitched nervously as she waited.
“Come in, little girl,” I said. She bit her lip and walked inside, and I pressed a hand against her lower back in a subtle possessive manner.
I was pleased when she didn’t protest or pull away from me either.
Purposefully, I led her into the study and sat her down on the couch.
I took a seat on the couch across from her and when she didn’t begin speaking right away, I pushed her.
She was going to tell me everything and I was going to take care of her.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” I said firmly, watching intently as her body reacted to my presence.
Her shoulders rounded just a bit, making her appear smaller.
Her body language screamed with her submissive nature, but I knew she wasn’t that simple.
She needed so much more. She was the real thing.
She needed Daddy.
She lifted her eyes anxiously toward mine.
“My father’s gotten out of prison and he’s coming for me,” she began.
“Go on, little girl,” I commanded firmly. I didn’t give her the option to pull back and hide. She was here to ask for my help. She needed my influence, but she also needed something else. Maybe she needed the safety net I provided. Maybe she needed my control.
Maybe she needed so much more than that.
She responded, just like I knew she would. The words poured out of her as she told me about her father’s threat, about the assistant he’d planted to gather intel on her, and even about the sniper who’d had a gun trained on her when she’d been sitting at her desk.
He’d threatened my little girl.
As she told her story, I knew she was telling the truth.
There wasn’t even a sliver of dishonesty in those bright eyes of hers.
This time, I would make no phone calls. I didn’t need to confirm her story.
Eight years ago, I’d had her father put away and I’d stayed on his case ever since.
I’d had complete control over which cell he was locked in, who was locked in there with him, or what the fucker ate at lunchtime.
The bastard couldn’t say the wrong word without me finding out about it.
His parole had come up and just when I had thought that it had been denied, someone else had pushed it through.
That person had already been fired. I’d seen to it myself. I hadn’t expected him to go after her though after all this time.
Even so, I knew she could handle this. The situation was dire, but she didn’t truly need me.
If she really wanted to, she could have her father locked away for a long time all by herself.
She had her own set of connections and could sort this out on her own if necessary.
She didn’t really need my help. No. She needed something else from me.
“Are you telling me the truth, little girl?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Answer me properly, little girl,” I chided her gently. Her mouth opened in a small gasp and her chest rose with something that rang of shock and the slightest hint of relief.
“Yes, Daddy,” she replied as she blushed just as hard as the first time that I’d made her call me that. There was something else so. She was relieved that I was taking control.
“Good girl,” I said gently. She fidgeted on the couch and hesitantly looked back at me.
“You believe me?” she asked.
“I do believe you,” I answered.
“I didn’t know where to go or what to do,” she whispered.
“Why are you here?” I questioned.
Her brow furrowed with confusion.
“I need your help to deal with my father,” she finally murmured, but there was a soft edge to her tone that hadn’t been there before.
“You’re telling me the truth about why you need my help, little girl, but I think you’re lying to me about something else, about why you’re here in the first place,” I said firmly.
“What? I’m not sure what you mean…” she replied, her voice naively innocent. She’d grown even quieter. Her shoulders rounded further. Everything in her demeanor was screaming for me to take her and give her everything she needed. She would fight me, but I would conquer her in the end.
“You’re not just here because you need my help, little girl. You’re here because you need Daddy’s cock,” I said boldly.
Immediately, she shivered hard. Her cheeks pinkened beautifully and only grew brighter as she took in the full effect of my words.
The longer she sat before me, the more dilated her pupils became until she forced herself to look away from me.
I sat back, watching every sign her body was giving me.
She wanted to give me her surrender. I just had to earn it.
“I know you could solve this yourself. You could put your father away for a long time through the people you know with a little bit of money thrown in the right places. It wouldn’t be easy, and you probably wouldn’t be able to keep your hands clean, but you could do it, couldn’t you, little girl?”
“Yes,” she answered nervously. Her voice dropped several decibels.
She was staring at the floor now. Her hair had fallen in front of her face, hiding her reactions from me.
I didn’t need to see the expression on her face though.
I could see the way her fingers tightened when I spoke, the way her thighs pressed together as well as the fact that she couldn’t seem to keep herself still as she fidgeted on the couch right in front of me.
I swallowed heavily, feeling my cock stir with longing to take the feisty woman and give her everything she needed. Finally, I cleared my throat and spoke once more. She shivered hard just at the sound of my voice.
“Coming to me and asking for my help would make it easier for you, but that’s not really why you’re here, are you, Keri?
You wouldn’t come to me just for that. You know that and so do I.
You’re here sitting on my couch because you’re too proud to ask for Daddy’s cock.
You’re too proud to ask for the spanking you need.
You want me to spank your bare bottom bright red so that pretty little pussy is so wet that it makes you angry, but then you need something else.
You need much more than just a spanking, little girl.
You need Daddy to grab you by the arm, throw you over the back of that couch still so very wet and still so very angry and then you need him to fuck you very, very hard no matter how much you fight him.
You need Daddy to give you what you need, don’t you, little girl? ”
I’d thought about her for a very long time, but I hadn’t been sure of her needs until this exact moment.
I saw her body bend toward me. Her eyes glinted with arousal and pride and so much more than that.
She could fight me every step of the way, but this time I was going to push her because I knew that she needed to be pushed hard.
Her cheeks blushed bright red as her shame and embarrassment truly overtook her. There was acknowledgement in her eyes, but there was no way she was going to say that I was right. Her pride was far too strong for that. I’d need to break through that wall first.
For a second, her walls cracked but that only lasted for a few seconds. Her pride reared its head and with it came the anger I’d expected.
“Go fuck yourself, Daddy,” she exclaimed. She pushed herself off the couch and gave every indication she was going to leave again, but I wasn’t about to let her walk out that door. Not before I told her what was coming if she came back because I knew that she would return again.
I cleared my throat when she reached the door of my study and she paused, turning back toward me with those angry, hopeful eyes. She leveled me with that glare, but I wasn’t about to back down.
“One more thing. You can leave now, little girl, but I know that you’ll be back and when you do, you’ll be getting a taste of my belt,” I threatened.
For a long moment, she stood in the doorway. Her shoulders drew back, and her chin lifted high and I knew I’d lost her for a third time.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she snarled.
“I’m looking forward to the day that I bare that gorgeous little bottom so that I can mark it with my belt,” I warned.
I watched her bow forward as a harsh tremor raced down her spine and I’d knew I’d gotten to her. She might walk out my door this time, but the promise of my belt would bring her back. I didn’t even have to take off her clothes to know she was wet for me.
It had taken a number of years, but I was finally starting to figure her out.
She was a proud woman, and she needed a strong hand.
Not one to keep her in line; she was far too independent for that and to be honest, she could do it all on her own if she wanted to, but that wasn’t why she kept showing up at my door.
She needed a man to stand up to her, one who wasn’t afraid to bend her over and put her in her place.
One who would ultimately demand her complete surrender.
When she was ready, I would be that man.