Chapter 13
Keri
One year later…
“Your cold brew, Miss Esposito,” the barista called out curtly and I smiled as I reached for it.
“Thank you,” I replied gratefully. I took a long sip and sighed happily as the taste of strong coffee spread across my tongue.
“Miss Esposito,” a much gruffer voice sounded behind me and my pussy clenched down hard in recognition. His fingers curled around my waist and I grinned widely as he pulled me in close.
Daddy.
My whole life had changed so much since that night.
My father was locked behind bars and slapped with enough consecutive life sentences that he would never taste freedom again.
Jaxon had made sure of it. Not only had he dealt with my father, but my accident had disappeared from all record and not a single person ever spoke of it again.
To replace the car that I had ruined, Jaxon had gifted me a sleek and very expensive Audi convertible, although I hardly ever drove it.
To be honest, I didn’t need to. Jaxon insisted on either driving me himself or most often of all, taking me in his limo so that he could lift my dress and spank my bare bottom bright pink by the time we reached our destination, wherever it may be.
One date turned into another and then another.
He insisted on taking me out at least once a week, if not more.
He spoiled me with gifts and fancy dinners all in the name of taking care of his little girl and to be honest, I adored every minute of it.
I didn’t tell him that, but I think he knew it anyway.
It didn’t take very long for Jaxon Blackwood and me to become an item in the eyes of the world.
At first, my name was mentioned briefly, but it didn’t stay that way for long.
With Jaxon being a once eligible bachelor, the gossip blogs and magazines started to wonder about who I was.
Oftentimes when I could go out to get myself a coffee or even just lunch by myself, there would be a photographer lying in wait to snap my picture.
Even now, there was one just outside the coffee shop window and when Jaxon saw him, he wound an arm protectively around me.
“What do you think the people would say if they knew that pretty little pussy was bare underneath your skirt, little girl?” he whispered into my ear and I shuddered hard against him.
“Daddy,” I whined, pressing my lips against his chest in order to muffle myself as much as possible. I didn’t want anyone else to hear what I called him, and he chuckled lightly, likely guessing the direction of my thoughts.
His fingers squeezed me tight once more and the two of us took a seat at a table in the corner so that we could enjoy our coffee before going on about our day.
“You booked the day off today, correct?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m off until Friday,” I answered.
He reached into the pocket of his suit and pulled out an envelope.
“I have a gift for you,” he began.
“You spoil me,” I replied with a soft blush.
“Open the envelope. There are instructions to follow inside,” he continued, and a nervous energy started to simmer somewhere deep inside me. There was a dark edge to his voice and my core rolled with desire at what the day may bring.
“Instructions?”
“Yes. Question me again and I’ll take you out to the limo for a reminder of what happens to naughty little girls who feel a need to question their daddies,” he chided firmly.
His eyes flashed once, and I fidgeted, already sore and wet from the limo ride from my house to the café with him this morning.
Quickly, I reached for the envelope and pulled out a thick sheet of paper, wanting to avoid another painful session that day. I hardly got a chance to see what it was before he started explaining what it was.
“That is your itinerary for the day. I’ve arranged for you to receive the VIP treatment at the very best spa in the city, but that’s not all you’re going to be doing,” he explained, and I knew at once that he had far more nefarious intentions in mind by the way his voice had dropped.
“What else am I to be doing?” I asked anxiously and he leaned in closer to me, focusing all his attention on me, making my nerves spike hard. That kind of focus always felt inherently dangerous, but I knew that it was one of the things that drove me crazy about him.
“I’ve signed you up for five different treatments today, from a deep tissue massage and a facial and more, but between each one you will be taken to a private relaxation area where you can soak in a tub, shower with aromatherapy oils, the works.
Once you are left alone, you will bring yourself to climax before an attendant comes to fetch you for your next treatment,” he continued firmly.
“But I…” I protested.
“I’m not finished, little girl,” he scolded gently.
I swallowed past the dryness of my mouth.
“You will record each time you touch yourself, with video. If there are not five videos on your phone by the time your spa day is over, you will be spending the night over my knee for a very long session with Daddy’s brand-new wooden paddle,” he finished.
I blanched with fear.
“Wooden paddle?”
“Yes, little girl. Imagine how much a paddling on your bare little bottom is going to hurt if you disobey Daddy’s instructions.”
My fingers curled against the thick sheet of paper. They shook just the slightest bit. His words dug at my insides and I quaked nervously. That kind of spanking would no doubt be very painful. I didn’t want to earn something like that. I’d do whatever it took to avoid it.
“Do you understand I’ve asked of you, little girl?” he pressed.
I chewed my lip.
“Yes, Daddy. I understand,” I answered, well aware of my bareness beneath my skirt and just how wet his words had made me. Even though my nipples were safely contained within my bra, they were hard and sensitive and practically begging for his touch.
“Come with me now. Daddy wants some time with his little girl before he drops her off at the spa,” he murmured, and my thighs trembled.
“What are you going to do to me, Daddy?” I asked anxiously.
“The first treatment on your schedule is a massage, little girl, and Daddy wants to make sure that your bare little bottom is bright pink for when you lie down on the table completely naked just because that’s what he wants.”
“I have to wear panties at least!” I gasped, unable to hide my surprise. I’d never had a massage without at least a pair of underwear before. It was indecent to even think about having someone else touch me when I was entirely bare.
“Are you wearing any panties beneath your skirt now?” he asked, cocking his head to the side knowingly.
“No, Daddy,” I whined softly. He knew I was bare. He had made sure of it as soon as I had gotten into the limo that morning.
“As punishment for questioning Daddy once again, you’re not going to be wearing panties for the rest of the week now, little girl,” he scolded firmly.
My face heated and he took my hand in his.
I could feel his strength as he led me to the car as well as his restraint.
He guided me into the limo and as soon as the door closed behind me, he hauled me over his knee and flipped up my skirt.
His fingers dove between my thighs, discovering just how soaking wet I was for him.
“Just as I thought, naughty girl,” he murmured before his palm cracked down hard against my naked backside.
He spanked me hard several more times as I squirmed over his knee, trying to crawl away even as he held me firmly in place.
I couldn’t avoid the sting of his hand no matter how hard I tried.
It didn’t take long for him to paint a burning heat all over my bottom and just when I thought I couldn’t take much more, the limo rolled to a stop.
“Are you going to be a good girl today for Daddy?” he asked.
I shivered hard against his thighs. My clit throbbed with need.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely. I squirmed a bit more and I did something that I didn’t normally do. I asked him to touch me.
“Please, will you make me come for you now?” I pleaded softly.
“Not yet, little girl. You will wait until after your first treatment as instructed. If you orgasm before then, you know how Daddy will punish you, don’t you?” His words were gentle, but quite stern and it only made me quiver even though it made me nervous at the same time.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured.
“How will Daddy punish you?”
“With a paddling, Daddy,” I whispered, unable to stop my face from heating with shame and embarrassment.
“The limo will pick you up and bring you straight to Daddy after your day at the spa is complete. Then you’re going to sit on Daddy’s knee and then you will play your videos for him. We’re going to watch them together. Understand, little girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I hummed. The thought of watching something so scandalous made me blush all the harder.
“Good girl.”
My heart pulsed at his words just as his palm brushed against the scalded flesh of my backside.
“Daddy is looking forward to your visit tonight, little girl,” he murmured, and I shivered warmly at his words. To be honest, I was looking forward to seeing him tonight too.
“I am too, Daddy,” I answered. And I did. I meant every word because I knew that at the end of the night, Daddy would give me his cock and he’d fuck me hard enough to leave me not only deeply satisfied, but completely worn out.
I liked that. I liked that a lot.
* * *
When I entered the spa, it was empty aside from the staff. I suspected that Jaxon had bought the place out for the day. A very soft-spoken woman guided me to the massage room, where she indicated that I was to strip and climb up onto the table where the therapist would join me shortly.
“Is there a robe?” I asked.
“No. Mr. Blackwood indicated that you are to remain bare for the rest of the day,” she replied.
I knew better than to argue. Hell, he’d probably instructed the staff to inform him if I refused or caused any sort of fuss.
“I will take your clothes now,” she continued.