Protecting His Brat

by Sorcha Black

  Fuuuck.

  My muscles strained like I’d been running for miles, but it was tension from keeping myself under control.

  I tried to focus on the conversation with Ariel—on keeping my hands to myself and my dick in my pants—but she made me feel like a starving wolf in winter. One bite…that was all I needed, then I could stop.

  Just a taste of her.

  Her breaths were coming in short, sharp gasps.

  My prey’s nervous energy only spurred me on.

  “You like playing games with me, don’t you, little girl. I’m supposed to be paying attention to potential dangers to your life, not fighting a perpetual fucking hard-on.”

  “I—” Her lips were parted, as though she struggled to form a coherent thought.

  “Belly down over the counter.”

  “What?” she squeaked.

  “Now!” I barked. I reached past her and turned off the faucet she’d left running.

  She gave a breathy whimper and she turned her back on me, then bent over the counter like I’d told her to.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Her bare pussy gave me an unimpeded view of the glistening arousal between her thighs. Although I tried telling myself I was wrong, I could fucking smell how bad she wanted me.

  I blew out a long, steadying breath, forcing myself to calm down and not drop my pants so I could plunge my aching cock into her sweet cunt.

  “What’s got you all wound up, princess?” I drew a feather-light fingertip over the delicious curve of her bare ass.

  “You were watching me dance. I could tell you liked what you saw.”

  “You like getting eye fucked?”

  She gave a whine that went straight to the caveman part of my brain. “If that’s all I’m ever going to get from you. I might as well enjoy it.”

  “I think you’re misunderstanding what I was hired to do.”

  She arched under my hand, her body seeking more stimulation. I let my hand rest against the hot swell of her tight ass, but didn’t let myself grab a handful the way I wanted to.

  “Considering the position you just ordered me into, maybe I’m not the only one misunderstanding what you were hired to do.”

  I didn’t say anything, feeling like every atom in my body would fly apart if I didn’t take her hard, right here and now.

  “Admit it. You like touching me. You dream about spanking me.” She looked over her shoulder at me with hope in her eyes, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

  “Only because you’re a bad, bad girl, Aberdeen.”

  This girl—she just kept pushing and pushing. How was I supposed to resist her?

  “Behave yourself.”

  She shuddered, her gaze hazy and full of lust. “Or what?”

  “Or…I will spank you.” The threat came out hoarse. “God knows someone needs to.”

  “Ha,” Aberdeen whispered under her breath. “Now who’s being a tease?”

  “If you ever had a real spanking, you wouldn’t be so cocky.”

  “Too bad there’s no one around to give me one. Maybe I can ask Courtland real nice.”

  “That little vanilla boy will never give you what you need.”

  “I’ll let you know once he and I start fucking.”

  “Watch your mouth.” A growl rose in my throat. That fucking infant had no business touching what was mine.

  No, damn it. She wasn’t fucking mine—couldn’t be mine. Not even temporarily.

  “I guess I’ll take my shower now.” She pushed up until her pert breasts were no longer hidden by the countertop.

  “Did I give you permission to move?” I snapped, putting a hand between her shoulder blades and shoving her back down.

  “No, sir.” She grinned slyly. “Do I get a safeword or something?”

  “You think this is a fucking game?” I hissed. “If we get caught, I could lose my job over this. Or worse.”

  “That’s a long safeword. Not sure I’ll remember it all,” she retorted her ass swaying in open invitation.

  What had Ariel said second base was now? A blindfold and lubeless anal? Maybe that would teach her to fucking behave.

  “Not funny.”

  “You keep pretending this thing between us is all me, but I can feel you watching me, wanting this as bad as I do.”

  I opened my mouth to lie, but Aberdeen cut me off.

  “Please, Blue. I won’t tell anyone. Just once.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Pleeease,” she whispered. “If you won’t spank me, Daddy, how will I ever learn to be good?”

  I almost swallowed my tongue. “Pick a safeword.”

  “Fuchsia,” she murmured. “It goes terribly with my hair.”

  “Don’t forget.”

  “I—”

  Without waiting for her to finish her statement, I swatted her ass. The lovely globe jiggled for a moment then stopped, the sight so delicious I wanted to get down on my knees and kiss the faint red mark I’d left.

  In the mirror, I saw her frown. If she safeworded now, I was going to swear. A lot.

  “Is…that it? Why do novels make spankings seem like such a big deal?”

  “Shh. Wait.” I switched on the bathroom fan and turned on the shower to muffle any sound we might make.

  When I returned to her, I pressed my hand on her lower back, pinning her to the counter and making her arch and present her ass. What I wouldn’t give to take a few pics of her like this.

  “Keep your mouth shut and don’t forget to breathe,” I whispered in her ear.

  She whimpered and shivered, then nodded.

  If I wasn’t careful I’d be taking her hard and fast right here on the counter. She deserved better—at least for her first time.

  And no, that first time wouldn’t be with me, for fuck’s sake.

  This was only a spanking. Nothing else.

  I smacked her ass significantly harder, then again. By the fourth one, her mouth had opened in surprise. Five. Six. I regretted not being able to hear well past the sound of the multi-head shower, although her high-pitched squeaks were making my pants uncomfortably tight.

  Her fair skin slowly turned red and mottled as the spanking progressed. By number eight, she had danced up onto her toes, but her back bowed under my hand, making her gorgeous ass an even more mouthwatering target.

  I stopped at fifteen, stroking her abused skin, then grabbing handfuls of it and letting go again. She was breathing hard, shivering, and squirming deliciously under my restraining hand. On a whim, I nudged her feet farther apart, giving me a better view of her bare pussy and her tight little asshole. My cock throbbed, demanding I thrust hard and deep. I wanted to hear her squeal—maybe even to make her cry.

  With careful fingers, I traced the crease between her bottom and leg, tickling toward her sex.

  “Oh my god, oh my god.” She mewled, her muscles tensing harder the closer I got.

  Fuck. She was acting like she’d come if I so much as touched her pussy, and I was going to come just making that happen.

  A sharp tapping sound made us jerk apart. The sound came again, insistent, impatient.

  “Shit!” Aberdeen breathed, her face going from aroused to panicked in the span of a heartbeat.

  Quietly, I moved out of the bathroom, closed the door behind me, then strode silently across the room and answered the bedroom door.

  Ms. Kincaid stood there, lowering her hand as though she’d been about to knock a third time.

  “Where’s my daughter?” Ms. Kincaid snapped, her eyes roving around the empty bedroom.

  “Shower,” I said, hoping my face wasn’t as flushed as it felt. My dick was rock hard and angry at the interruption. It had been a long fucking time since I had to worry about getting caught by someone’s mother. “She just finished ballet practice.”

  “Silly pastime for a grown woman, if you ask me, but at least it’ll help her keep her figure until she lands a husband.” She sniffed in disapproval.

  I stared at t
he woman, barely controlling the urge to tell her off. She treated everyone like garbage, but the way she treated Aberdeen was the absolute worst.

  “Advise Miss Kincaid that Mr. Townsend sent a card asking her to dinner Saturday.” She handed a card to me, then walked away. Upon perusal, I saw the stationery had originally been sealed and had been addressed to Aberdeen. Was nothing sacred in this house? The woman’s treatment of her daughter made me constantly livid. It was worse that the girl didn’t seem to notice.

  I closed the bedroom door again, silently locking it, then let myself back into the bathroom. Aberdeen was precisely where I’d left her, her face bright red. I had to admit I was impressed she had stayed there, even though I’d done nothing to deserve her obedience.

  Her bottom was still rosy, and I contemplated getting down behind her and biting it, then maybe burying my tongue in her sweet pussy.

  She watched me enter the room, her face filled with anticipation. Smiling humorlessly, I dropped the invitation card in front of her face.

  “Your mother came looking for you,” I murmured. “I told her you were in the shower.”

  “Oh.” With her cheek pressed to the marble counter, she looked delectable, her messy bun now more messy than bun. She didn’t even spare a look for the card I’d tossed down—her gaze was completely focused on me.

  “He’s back in town. He invited you to dinner.”

  “I’m not going.”

  I smiled wryly. “You have to go, Aberdeen.”

  “But I don’t like him the way I like you.”

  Guilt stung me despite the warmth her words elicited. As much as I was starting to want to keep her, at least for a while, I should never have given in. Not even this far.

  “You know this can’t keep happening. You need a real relationship with someone appropriate instead of messing around with the help.”

  “What I want is real, whether you approve of it or not.”

  “Come on. You’ve never even dated anyone. You’re only attracted to me because flirting and sex are a novelty to you.”

  “You don’t have feelings for me at all? None?” She looked crestfallen.

  I groaned, pulling her up. I hugged her then kissed her forehead, fighting down the flash of protective affection that swelled. “How I feel is irrelevant. We both know this can’t go anywhere. You’ll go to dinner with Courtland, and you’ll have a great time.”

  “You’re not allowed to dom me into dating other people. That’s not fair. You can’t force me to like him.”

  “I’ve seen the two of you together,” I reminded her. “You don’t have to pretend you don’t like him for my sake. Don’t lie to me.”

  “I’m not lying. How could I choose to be with him when I could be with you?” She searched my face with her pleading gaze, eyes shimmering. “You said yourself he can’t give me what I need.”

  This feeling was a normal attraction to a pretty submissive, right? It was sexual, nothing more. The protectiveness wasn’t simply my job description, it was part of my make-up. It didn’t mean anything. Of course I felt possessive while holding a naked, freshly spanked girl in my arms.

  It would pass.

  I wanted to lift her onto the counter and kiss her again, then spread her pretty thighs and show her how good a mouth could make her feel. She was so sweet and responsive, I could only imagine the sounds she’d make. But when she lifted her face to me, her gaze soft and sad, I only wanted to take her to bed to cuddle and kiss her until she was happy again.

  Damn it.

  I needed to stop doing this to her—and myself. This was the end of it. I couldn’t give in to Aberdeen’s weird infatuation with me again. She wasn’t just inexperienced and sheltered, she was an heiress. She needed a respectable husband to give her a respectable wedding and respectable children. The last thing she needed was an older, scarred bodyguard, whose highest aspiration was to live long enough to retire to his fishing cabin someday.

  The idea of being at her side through all of those things, though—to watch her back as she fell in love with another man, to be stationed outside the bedroom door the first time she had sex, and to stand watch and give advice as she chose a wedding dress—I didn’t know if I could put myself through it. I had too much self-respect to be Aberdeen’s dirty little secret indefinitely, and I didn’t want to be the other man when she was engaged, or even married.

  Maybe I could swap clients with Ariel or Ellis. That way I’d know she was safe without having to be around when Courtland got her into bed.

  “There can’t be an ‘us,’ Aberdeen. If you want, I can probably figure out who’s dominant in your social circle—someone suitable to marry and closer to your age.”

  “Oh my god. I haven’t even gone on a date before, and you’re already trying to marry me off?” She fought her way out of my arms and stood in the middle of her fancy bathroom looking like a wrathful goddess, red hair escaping its tie entirely to wreath her head, her beautiful body thrumming with arousal turned to anger. Her nipples were still hard, and in the mirror, I could see my handprints on her ass. But despite the spanking I’d given her, she apparently had more than enough fire left to tell me what was on her mind.

  “This isn’t the 1940s. I’m under no obligation to be a virgin on my wedding night, so what are you worried about? That you’ll ruin me for other men? You’re so bloody full of yourself.”

  Full of myself? I was trying to protect her.

  “Watch your tone, little girl.”

  “Or what?” she sassed.

  Fuck. So hard to resist showing a brat who was the boss.

  She opened her mouth, and I could tell her next words were going to push me too far.

  “Aberdeen,” I warned.

  “What are you going to do, spank me again? That was nothing. You didn’t even make me cry,” she taunted.

  I pulled her closer, glaring down at her with intentional menace and crowding her comparatively small body. “For a sweet, sheltered girl, you really like playing with fire.”

  “Blah, blah, blah.”

  Part of me wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this all was, but another part of me wanted to push her to her knees and make her blow me. The little bitch would probably do it without hesitation.

  The way I’d leaned down into her face put our mouths only inches apart. Her delicate hands were pressed to my chest, and her tits heaved with her anger and arousal. I kissed her, probably harder than I should have. Her fingers curled into the fabric of my dress shirt, anchoring me to her. In a brief moment of clarity, I tried to stop, but her mouth was hot and insistent, matching my hunger with unskilled desperation.

  She’d goaded me into giving in. Again. That realization should have helped me walk away. Instead, I backed her against the counter, then lifted her to sit on the smooth surface, and wedged my hips between her thighs. Without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer as the kiss went on and on, our sighs and groans echoing quietly in the cavernous bathroom despite the deadening whir of the fan.

  Fuck. We had to stop.

  Desperately, I buried my hands in her luxuriant hair, grabbing hold to pull her away, but she sobbed and used her legs to pull my hips harder against her. She ground against me, hot and moaning, needy and determined to get what she wanted.

  Okay, so fuck stopping. We had to be quiet.

  Keeping hold of her silken hair with one hand, I let the other hand drift down her neck and shoulder to cup the breast she thrust out to meet my palm. I spread my fingers over the mound, groaning at the feel of her creamy bare flesh, so much softer than I’d even imagined lying awake in the bedroom next to hers every night. I caught her nipple between my fingers, rolling it gently as she rubbed her bare pussy against my cock where it was sheathed in my dress pants.

  I pinched her nipple harder, and her hips shot forward, bucking, and her entire body stiffened in my arms before her mouth opened wide on a scream. I caught most of the sound with my mouth, but some escaped and echoe
d in the room as I ground against her, savoring every helpless shudder as she came undone in my arms, clutching me, squirming, her eyes screwed tight against the pleasure. Another small cry came with the first aftershock of her orgasm, the surprised helplessness of the sound making me grit my teeth to avoid coming in my pants.

  “Oh,” she gasped as she pulled away from my softer kisses, “It keeps going—” She shuddered again, her sulky whimper finishing her sentence for her. I held her until her tremors stopped. With an embarrassed grimace, she buried her face in my shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” I smoothed her unruly hair out of her face and tipped her chin up so I could read her expression. I kissed one delicate eyebrow, then the other, marveling at how lovely she was and that some other people seemed strangely immune to it.

  “For flirting with you until you had to give in. I know how hard it is for you to let it go when I’m sassing you,” she admitted sheepishly.

  “Are you saying you used my weakness for you against me?”

  “Yeah.” She bit that plump bottom lip of hers.

  I leaned in and licked it, luring her into another kiss, all too aware I shouldn’t. The damage of us fooling around together had already been done, and I wasn’t about to deny myself a few last kisses from my tormenter.

  “You don’t need tricks to reel me in, Aberdeen. You’re too tempting even without them.”

  I held her for a while then urged her into the shower before retreating briefly to my room to take care of my own issues.

  My balls felt as blue as my name, and I needed to change out of my Aberdeen-smeared pants before I made a mess in them myself.

  Chapter Seven

  When I got to the dinner table, Mother was there.

  Weird. She rarely ate at home, let alone with me. I usually ate with Blue.

  Behind me, inside the door, Blue was a reassuring presence. For some reason, the fact that she was here gave me the willies—like she was going to give me bad news.

  “Aberdeen, I was wondering what was keeping you.” I felt my cheeks get hot, so I busied myself with taking my seat and arranging my napkin in my lap.