by Jane Henry
I quirked a brow. “Come here.”
Her eyes widened and her mouth parted a little as she glanced from side to side before coming over to me. She swallowed, and stood about two feet in front of me.
“Closer.”
Her knees wobbling as she approached, she kept her eyes on me. When she was close enough for me to grasp, I shot out my hand and grabbed her wrist. She squealed as I pulled her closer to me, tugging so hard she fell against my chest. I pressed her against me, my hand on the small of her back. She tried to pull away but I held fast. I grabbed her ass cheek and squeezed before I reached for her hair and tugged her ponytail so that her mouth parted hungrily. “I’m the one in charge here, Annabelle.” I squeezed her ass again. “Not. You. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her hair brushing against my cheek. She smelled so damn good. I wanted to haul her back to bed and have my way with her.
“I do,” she whispered. “It’s just you’re so damn stubborn and you need to get rest.”
Another squeeze of her ass had her moaning out loud, and this time I could no longer resist. I pulled her onto my lap, straddling me, as I claimed her beautiful, full, sassy mouth with mine.
Chapter Seventeen
Annabelle
God, I wanted him. His hoarse, rough, demanding voice sent shivers down my spine. His enormous hand on my ass made my clit pulse, his promise to take me across his knee dampening my panties. And then he kissed me, and when he did, I decided the hell with it.
He was not a monster. He was hurt, mourning the loss of someone he loved, and afraid.
I wanted to make it better.
I kissed him back, and looped my arms around the expanse of his huge neck. Sawyer placed both hands on my hips, making me feel tiny compared to him, as if he held all of me right there in his hands. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I whimpered with need. He slowly guided me onto the bed so I could now see him, all of him. He was a savage, a beast. He’d laid waste to three men with his bare hands.
And he was mine.
Sawyer hovered over me, his uninjured flank pressed up against me, the hard length of his cock against my belly. He pulled his mouth off mine just long enough to groan, “I want you so fucking bad.”
I swallowed, closing my eyes as I admitted in a hoarse moan, “The feeling is mutual.”
He snorted. The giant beast of a man could laugh? And then he fell to his side, tugging me so that I was flat against him.
“You ought to rest a bit,” I whispered. “I’m not telling you what to do, it’s just that I—”
He chuckled. Something in my chest loosened at that, hearing him chuckle and knowing I was the one who caused that.
“What I ought to do is whip your ass.”
My heart tripped against my rib cage. I swallowed, my mouth dry, shaking my head. “Now I don’t know where you get off telling me —”
“You haven’t spent enough time over my knee,” he grumbled. “I’ve been far too lenient with you. I don’t think you really get it, honey.” Though his tone was playful, his eyes were heated when they met mine, and so darn serious. I’d crossed a line somewhere. I wasn’t sure when it happened, but I could tell that he was barely holding onto his self-control. Danger, my mind screamed at me. Run. I knew then that if I didn’t leave, there would be no turning back. I was on the edge of something perilous, something that would change us both, and I had very few choices ahead of me. This had nothing to do with our agreement or the allotted time I had with him.
He would punish me. He would fuck me. And I would never be the same again.
His eyes met mine, as one hand went to my waist. “And I know if I slip my hands under that t-shirt I’d find you wet for me. Wouldn’t I, Annabelle? The naughty little girl who doesn’t do as she’s told likes flirting with the big bad wolf, doesn’t she?”
I met his eyes without blinking, my breath caught in my throat, my heart racing so rapidly my hands shook with the tempo of it. I inhaled deeply and looked at the depth of his eyes, knowing what would happen when I said what I had to. I did not even recognize my voice when I spoke, the low, seductive tone belonging to someone else who was no longer the innocent virgin but a woman with feverish needs.
“Yes, Daddy.” I wanted to cry with relief, scream my victory for all to hear. I was not the wilting wallflower they thought I was. I didn’t give a damn if calling him daddy was twisted and wrong.
It felt so fucking good.
I leaned in closer to him so that my mouth was to his ear, and he pulled me tight. “You would, Daddy. If you touched me now, you’d find me wet for you.” I gasped aloud as he pinched one of my nipples straight through the t-shirt I wore.
“Daddy likes your answer, honey,” he growled. My hips bucked of their own accord, the heat of his breath tickling my neck, his deep voice coursing down my spine.
“Yes,” I moaned. Oh, God, I needed him to touch me then, my pussy throbbing so hard it hurt. I needed release, needed more than veiled threats and heated kisses and deliciously wanton promises.
The warm touch of his fingers traveled down my side, making me shiver, seconds before he lifted just the edge of the t-shirt.
Please, please, please touch me.
I couldn’t breathe as his fingers grasped the edge of my panties and moved them, the warmth of his touch making me shiver as his large, capable fingers slipped down.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he moaned when he touched the smooth shaved pussy. “Bare and beautiful for me, my pretty little girl. Shit, I could come just from the silky feel of your shaved pussy.”
I shook with desire, dirty talking coming from his wicked, beautiful mouth an aphrodisiac I couldn’t ignore, my mind a crazy mix of “Holy shit,” and “please don’t stop,” and the next thing I knew I was face down over his lap, his huge hands pinning me down.
My heart raced and my arms flailed in front of me. What was he doing?
His voice washed over me, deep and controlling, brooking no argument. “I was planning on waiting for this until I was better, but you’re only a little wisp of a thing and I don’t like having to wait on your punishment.”
What? My punishment?
“I told you to stay the hell out the west wing. There are consequences for that.” I wriggled and squirmed not because I wanted to get away, but because I wanted to feel him hold me tight. I wanted to fight him and have him win. Without conscious thought, I kicked my feet and pushed against him, and he did exactly what I wanted, needed him to. He held tight.
“That’s enough,” he clipped, the sharp tone making my pussy throb. “You’ll do as you’re fucking told, and you won’t fight me.” He yanked down my panties with one hand while with the other he anchored me over his lap. I yelped out loud as his hand connected, a sharp slap that lit my skin on fire and made my pussy throb. I gasped from the burn of it but another hard swat fell, then another, and he was spanking me in earnest now. Later, I would wonder how it made me feel so good, the burn and sting of his palm slapping against my naked skin eliciting a moan from deep within, but for now I could do nothing but feel, the fullness of my breasts brushing against his bed, his huge hand holding me tight while he spanked me. I was with a man who took shit from no one, and he didn’t care if it was right or wrong, I’d call him Daddy and he’d spank my ass.
My need was rising, my pulse quickening as he growled in my ear. “Are you going to behave yourself, young lady? Or is Daddy going to have to punish you by fucking you? Maybe I should teach you to mind your mouth by filling it with my cock.”
I panted, heady with arousal and aching need. I had no idea what I was even agreeing to. “Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “I’ll be good. I’ll be bad. I’ll be whatever you want. Just don’t stop.” I needed to feel the smack of his palm on me, and I didn’t want a little love tap that left me needing more. I wanted to be pushed somewhere further than I’d ever been, and I knew somehow deep inside that he was the only one who could give me what I needed.
I writhed against h
im and he held fast, another spank following another. The pain melted, though I could still feel he spanked me with as much force as he had before, now it just didn’t hurt as much. My mind cleared. I could think of nothing but this moment, me strewn over the lap of the biggest, scariest, most fiercely protective man I’d ever met.
Another slap followed another, then I screamed as a swat fell on the sensitive skin of my thighs. “Open,” he growled.
When I obeyed, he spanked the sensitive area of my upper thigh before slipping between my legs and plunging into my pussy. “What’s your answer?” he asked.
He’d asked a question?
“I…I don’t know,” I said, as another hard smack followed another. Answering a question like this was like having a conversation right before I was ready to go to sleep. It took more effort than I could muster, to do much more than moan and squirm over his knee, and mentally beg him to make me come.
One final smack and he paused then, running his hand along my burning hot skin, massaging gently before lightly slapping again. “You’re too delicate,” he said. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” He pulled me off his lap and laid me on the bed. “I could still make you come, though.”
God. Oh God.
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned as he pushed me back on the bed and finished peeling down the panties he’d already yanked halfway down. He tugged me up against his side before he dipped a hand between my thighs. Even knowing what he was going to do, what he planned and I’d begged him for, I squirmed, heat rising along my neck and chest.
The firm press of his fingers between my legs made everything else fall way. There was nothing now but me and him, and the throbbing arousal that needed to be put to rest. “That’s a good girl,” he crooned softly in my ear. “Daddy’s very good girl. Do you want to come, baby?”
I nodded, my head bobbing up and down on his chest as he stroked expertly, moving along the folds of my pussy and making my arousal quicken. “Yes,” I begged. “Oh God, yes.”
He kissed the top of my head, and the tenderness surprised me, but I was on the edge of climaxing and the only thing I could think was how badly I needed him to fuck me. Again and again he stroked.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered in my ear, tickling the back of my neck with a whoosh. “You’ve been taught a lesson over Daddy’s knee, and now it’s time to make things better. Will you be a good girl?” he asked, the pace of his stroking increasing as he spoke. “Or does Daddy need to take his belt to your ass?”
Yes, God yes, I needed to feel the helpless loss of control over his knee paired with teeming arousal.
“Please,” I begged. His strokes quickened, his grip tightened, and he rasped in my ear.
“Please what?”
I closed my eyes. “Make me come,” I whimpered. God, who was I? Who was this needy girl who begged for sexual relief? My eyes still shut tight, I pled, “Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl. I want to do so many wicked things to you. I’ll tie you up and make you beg. I’ll spank you good, then soothe the pain away, slip my tongue through the folds of your pussy and claim your sweet little clit. I’ll make you get on your knees and suck me off..”
“Yes,” I moaned. “God, yes.”
“You promised to obey me,” he continued darkly. “So when I tell you to come, you do what I say.”
“Yes. Yes, Daddy.”
He chuckled, but didn’t stop stroking. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Come now, Annabelle. Come for Daddy.”
My mind screamed at me that this was so wrong, everything he said and did so wrong, but I didn’t care.
“Come, baby.” The last bit of coaxing was all I needed. I fell into the edge of ecstasy and oblivion, my hazy composure barely registering anything except red hot pleasure, electric vibes shooting through my limbs, my hands shaking as I held onto him, and just as I was about to come down from my first orgasm when another was building.,
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t fucking stop.” He paused just long enough to swat my thigh.
The slap made my pussy throb. I needed more. He stroked my clit one final time and my second orgasm rode on the cusp of the first, this one stronger, harder, deeper. I shook as the spasms of pleasure overtook me, and allowed myself to give in. I needed him to hold me. I needed to know everything was okay. Taken across his knee, my ass still burning from the smack of his palm, then brought to climax not once but twice, I was left feeling vulnerable and a bit scared, though I didn’t know why. Something about the way he’d brought me to climax made me want more than the pleasure, more than the ecstasy. I wanted him in me. I wanted him to claim me, mark me as his, bring me closer to him in a way he only could if he made love to me.
But I couldn’t say anything. I could only cling to him, smoothing my hand over the large expanse of his chest as his ribcage rose and fell in the quiet. I hitched one knee up against him, needing to feel every inch of my body consumed by the warmth of him, needing to know that he wasn’t going to leave me, not now, not when he’d laid me bare like this. A lump rose in my throat and I closed my eyes to fight against the torrent of emotions that overtook me. Without a word, he held me, his warm arms tightening around me as if he knew I felt like I was drowning, and he needed to assure me of his presence. We lay there so long in quiet that it startled me when he spoke.
“Are you okay, honey?”
Who was this sweet, kind, gentle man, and where was the tortured, savage beast who’d torn the room asunder just the night before? I could still see the rage in his eyes, the dark mirrors of anger flashing at me as he threw the furniture about the room, splintering everything in his path, the echo of his screams echoing in my ears as I fled from him. I could still hear the growl of fury as he overtook the men who attacked me, the sickening thud of flesh on flesh as he punished them for daring to touch me. And now? Now, he was a gentle lion, cradling me in the aftermath of a secret lovers’ guilty rendezvous. Before he’d made me climax, my head swam with thoughts and feelings, guilt and confusion, but now very little went through my mind. I simply felt…right. This was my safe place. Here, in the arms of this man I barely knew, there was something I could not deny, I could not grasp, something that both exhilarated and terrified me.
But he would not respond to affection. I knew he wouldn’t. He’d push me away. I’d seen his past, and it had killed him.
“I need to go,” I whispered, though I did not move. I needed to leave before he rejected me.
He snorted. “Go where? You’re half naked.”
“I…I don’t belong here,” I said stupidly, not knowing how to express the doubts that niggled at my conscience. “I don’t think I should stay.” Overcome with emotion, I could only shake my head. No. No, don’t make me go. I can’t leave, not after that. “I don’t know,” I finally whispered. “I really don’t know.”
“Then don’t go,” he said. “I’ll have to call off my meetings today anyway. It’ll be a day where we can get to know each other a bit more. We can rest up. I don’t have to be in any meetings until Friday.”
I blinked, suddenly realizing I didn’t even know what day of the week it was.
“And today is…?” I prompted.
The corner of his lip quirked. “Wednesday.”
I nodded. Two more days before he’d leave me.
“Let’s make the most of it,” he continued. “Let’s just set everything else aside and spend some time together.” As he shifted on the bed, he winced.
“Oh my God! You hurt yourself. You shouldn’t have exerted yourself! You need to remember that.”
Without a word, he flipped me over, lifted his heavy hand and brought it down with a resounding smack against my ass. “One more time: I’m in charge here, Annabelle,” he said, rubbing out the spank. “Remember that.”
Heat flooded my body, and I could only nod before I croaked out, “Yes…okay.”
He tipped my chin with his finger and raised a questioning brow.
I swallowed.
> “Yes, Daddy.”
He stared at me for a moment, not responding, before his hand went to the back of my head and he gently pulled me to him, kissing the top of my head so fiercely I shivered.
Where would we go from here?
Chapter Eighteen
Sawyer
I kicked myself mentally for being such an asshole. I’d cursed myself for being too weak, and now… had I gone too far? She was a fucking virgin, an innocent, and yes, she’d walked right into my lair…
Yes, Daddy.
Fuck, I got hard just thinking about it, the words dripping off her lips like honey.
“Cancel the 3 o’clock with Bennet,” I clipped into the phone, as Worthington went down the day’s agenda. I had a trip coming up, and needed to prioritize. “Have you made all preparations I’ve asked you to make? The jet is on standby, paperwork confirmed?” My side ached from the wound, thankfully only superficial, but it stung. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the length go askew. Ha. If the papers could only see me now -- the asshole that made Anabelle Symphony call him daddy and come in his bed. I closed my eyes and swallowed, my mouth dry.
I’d have to make it up to her.
She was in my bathroom now. I could hear the faucets turning on and off, and the sound of rushing water. I smiled softly to myself. Her eyes had grown big as saucers when she’d seen the size of my bathroom.
“That hot tub is as big as this lake I used to go as a girl…” she muttered to herself. I’d reached for her hair and tucked a stray strand behind her ear. Everything about her…so fucking adorable.
So fuckable.
“Why don’t you take a bath?” I’d suggested.
She eyed the tub and then her gaze traveled about the room. It was ridiculous, this bathroom. A shower with jets that massaged, a shelf laden with the thickest, plushest Egyptian cotton towels. A basket of fragrant soaps and bath supplies from a client who owned a luxury beauty supply store, untouched. She fingered the basket. “I’ve never seen anything like this in my life,” she said, her voice not more than a whisper. “This is…this is amazing.”
