by Jane Henry
Cole sobered and fixed Lucille with a stern look. “What do you think? I told you I’d bring her here safe, but I told you I’d do it my way.”
Lucille sighed.
Aida frowned. She had much to think on. So much. And she wanted to change the subject. “I’m fine, Lucille. He was… rough with me.” She paused. How could she explain that she’d fallen for him? That he’d stripped her of her highbrow ways, and made her mind him, and shown her that the fierce, powerful side of her could roam free? That obedience to his authority freed her mind and bound her to him?
“What now?” Aida whispered.
“Whatever you want, honey,” Lucille whispered back.
Aida turned to Cole and lifted her chin. Her father was gone. She had Lucille back. And the only man she’d ever trusted had turned out to be her savior. “For now, I want some sleep,” she said. “And I’ll stay with Cole.”
Lucille’s eyes warmed at that. “I understand,” she said, squeezing Preach’s hand.
Cole stood. His eyes heated as he pulled her to standing and tossed some bills on the table. “Time to get some rest, darlin’,” he said.
As Preach and Lucille went ahead of them, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Yes, Daddy.”
Chapter Twenty
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret, between the shadow and the soul. ― Pablo Neruda
“Come here, Aida.” Cole sat on the bed. She stood in front of the looking glass, adjusting her hair, taking each pin out and laying it on the dresser. When he instructed her, she did not move to obey.
“Just a minute,” she said. He’d wondered how she’d react after she met Lucille and knew what his mission had been from the very beginning. He’d meant to take her forcefully, and he hadn’t cared at the time if she hated him. His plan was to make her obey, and bring her safely to Lucille.
He’d never meant to fall in love with her.
“Not just a minute. You obey me,” he said. “Now come here.”
When she turned to face him, he could read her defiance, but he knew it was masking something else, something deeper. He’d probe to get to it.
“And if I don’t?” she said with a lift of her chin.
He clenched his jaw. “Nothing has changed between us, Aida. You disobeyed me several times tonight. You’re resisting me even though you know you’re happier when you don’t, and I don’t just mean because I’ll spank you.”
Her eyes softened, and she looked away from him. She swallowed.
“Now I’ll tell you one more time, before I come to fetch you. And honey? You don’t want me to fetch you.” He paused before speaking. “Come here, Aida. Now.”
He watched her intake of breath, the way color rose on her cheeks and her eyes widened. He was an observant man. He well knew that though she resisted his command, it was what she craved, what she yearned for, what she needed.
She swallowed. “And if I run, what will you do when you catch me?” she asked from beneath lowered lids. Her words were black velvet, suggestive. His cock hardened.
“I’ll spank you,” he said firmly. “Hold you over my knee and whip you with my belt. Spank you long and hard until you beg me for forgiveness.”
Her breath hitched and one slight hand went to her throat. She swallowed again and spoke in a whisper. “And if I do come to you?”
He began to roll up his shirtsleeves. The little girl was going to be soundly disciplined whether he had to chase her or she came to him willingly. “If you come to me, I will lay you across my knee and spank you. Because Daddy knows his good little girl’s inside there, and my discipline will help her come back out to play.” Both sleeves now rolled up, he folded his hands in his lap. “So what’s it gonna be, darlin’?”
She took a deep breath and came to him. When she stood in front of him, he pulled her between his knees, brought her close, and crushed her mouth with his, briefly but fiercely. Pulling back, he spun her around and began to undress her.
“You didn’t give me an option out of a spanking,” she said.
“That’s because there is none, darlin’. You need this.”
She did not reply.
Her dress fell off her shoulders, followed by her shift. One by one, he stripped her of each of her garments until she stood in front of him, naked and trembling. He turned her to face him.
“You’ve learned a lot here tonight, Aida.”
“I’ve learned a lot since I’ve left my home,” she responded.
He nodded as he chucked a finger under her chin. “And I have more to teach you. Over time, I want you to learn how precious you are. How strong, tenacious, and beautiful you are. It will take time but you will learn. Will you trust me to teach, darlin’?”
Her eyes filled, and she nodded wordlessly.
“You disobeyed me downstairs. You’ve talked back and delayed obeying me.” He released her chin and stroked her hair with a large hand. “A good spanking should help you remember to obey me. And maybe forget about what troubles you for a little while.”
She nodded.
“Over my lap, honey.”
Slowly, she draped herself across his lap, straight across his knees. Sweet Jesus, she was so beautiful, strewn across his lap like this. So lovely.
He ran a hand down her soft, curvy backside as he spoke. “I’m spanking you tonight because you need to mind your Daddy. And because you’ll feel better when you let go.” Without another word, he raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding smack.
She gasped and the breath hissed out of her, but she stayed over his lap as his hand connected with the sharp snap of skin on skin. Over and over he spanked her with hard, punishing swats, until she began to twist and turn, little moans escaping.
“Ow, Daddy!” she protested, squirming on his leg. “I can’t take any more!”
“You can and will,” he said with determination, as he let loose another barrage of sharp swats. Her need to obey him was only a small part of why he spanked her. She would learn, and it would take time, but they both needed it. “You’ll learn to obey me, Aida. You are mine, and I value what is mine.” Another hard swat descended, followed by another. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said. Her voice was thick now, and he knew he was getting through to her. He paused the spanking and ran his hand along her reddened skin. One finger glided along her slit. She moaned and shifted. He took his hand back and spanked her again, hard.
“Are you going to obey me, Aida?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she panted over his knee.
“That’s my girl,” he said. “My very good girl. Come here, darlin’.”
He lifted her up and she buried her face on his chest.
“Shh,” he said. She began to cry, quietly at first, tears leaking out of her eyes and onto his shirt, then harder, sniffling and shaking with tears. Ah. That was what she needed. He needed her to cry, and he’d gotten her to that point of release, where she could cleanse herself from what troubled her.
His cock ached to fill her, his mouth to claim her, as he lifted her, still tearstained and shuddering, onto the bed. He crawled to the end and pulled her on his chest. He needed to take her, but he needed her happy first, secure in his arms, no longer troubled or hardened but softened and content. He held her against his chest while she wept, running a hand through her golden curls and down her bare back, all the way down to her backside. She was warm to the touch but barely marked. He soothed the sting with his hand. She moaned and began to grind against his leg. Cole chuckled.
“Needy, little girl?” he asked in a guttural growl. “Does my girl need her daddy?”
“Ohhh, yes,” she moaned.
Pride filled him as he lifted her and gently put her on her back. He unbuttoned his shirt, taking in her naked form, allowing his eyes to rove over the fullness of her breasts, the soft curves of her hips as he removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. He watched her eyes take in the breadth of his chest and his hardened muscles. Her han
d went between her legs and she stroked, unabashedly meeting his eyes.
“Naughty little girl,” he said. “You leave that for Daddy.”
He knelt at the foot of the bed and drew her over to him.
“Open your legs, darlin’,” he said. She grinned wickedly and obeyed. Hungrily he stroked his tongue between her folds. Her back lifted off the bed as she moved in time to his mouth.
“Oh, dear God,” she moaned.
He grinned around her as he lapped at her, swirling his tongue around her sensitive nub. She was primed for him, so ready. He slid a finger into her as his tongue continued the torturous assault. He sucked then slowly ran his tongue along her sensitive parts, pumping his finger into her at the same time.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, grinding against his mouth. He’d bring her to ecstasy as many times as she needed. She’d earned this. She’d been brought through hell. She’d obeyed him. Now it was time to reward her.
She writhed beneath him, her hips jerking.
“Cole,” she moaned. “Oh, God. I love you,” she said, her chest rising as she came.
He lifted his mouth for one quick moment. “Take what’s yours, darlin’,” he said. “I love you.” His mouth went back to her as her head fell to the side and she writhed, moaning in ecstasy. When she was finished, he made quick work of removing his pants, lifting her up on the bed, and flipping her onto her belly.
“Open for Daddy,” he whispered in her ear.
Closing her eyes tightly, she obeyed, her chest flat on the bed as he drove into her from behind. She was warm and tight and ready. He wanted to mark her as his, submit her to him, and he reveled in her gasps of delight with every thrust of his hips. He was mounting, and she was ready to meet him. They both groaned their release at the same time, their lovemaking ending in a crescendo of tangled limbs, moans, and heat.
He finally tumbled onto the bed and pulled her onto his chest. She sighed.
“I feel so light,” she whispered. “So free.”
“Good girl,” he said. “My very good girl. That’s what I wanted from the beginning. You’ll rest now. You’ll rest now, knowing you’re mine. You belong to me.”
“Yours,” she said, and as her eyes closed, he watched the relaxed contours of her face. She was home now, and so was he.
The End
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