Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“You are in big trouble. Why would you go out with a storm coming and ride a horse without telling anyone? But worst of all . . . you rode bareback and stood up on it!”
Um. Yeah, she knew. She was kind of there.
“I . . . I . . .”
His gaze narrowed.
“I saw my parents together,” she blurted.
“What?” He frowned.
“I went onto social media. I know I shouldn’t have. And someone tagged me in photos of my parents that were recently published online. They looked all cozy and lovey-dovey together.”
“Oh, baby.” He ran his hand over his face.
“And I . . . I couldn’t handle it! It was enough to let the asshole’s voice back into my head, telling me I wasn’t good enough. And I was going to call you! I was! But I dropped my phone and I think I killed it.”
“Bebe, why didn’t you come to me?”
“I was going to, but then I remembered that you were in a meeting.”
“You think that a work meeting takes priority over you?”
Lord.
She didn’t deserve him. She shook her head.
“Come here.” He pointed his finger at the floor in front of him. It was a level five, but his voice was soft, which confused her.
Getting up, she walked over to him. To her surprise, he drew her into his arms. “I’m sorry you saw that, baby. I’m sorry they keep letting you down and hurting you. But I need you to stop putting yourself in dangerous situations when things get rough. I need you to start coming to me.”
“I know. I made a bad decision.”
“You did. And now your butt is going to pay the price.” He reached down and drew her up into his arms. “You understand that you’re in serious trouble, right?”
Biting her lip, she nodded.
“But you also know that I love you, yeah? You’re already forgiven. And this is about reminding you that you’re loved and that I would be fucking devastated if anything ever happened to you. Do you realize that, baby? How lost I would be?”
“I know. I know.” And she did because she felt the same. “I’m so sorry.”
“I want you to remember this and never do it again. Please, baby. Never get up on a horse like that again. In fact, you’re forbidden from getting on a horse at all without me.”
“What?” She drew back, staring up into his serious face.
“At least until I feel like I can trust you.”
“You don’t trust me?” What had she done? Regret hit her hard.
“Hey, only with your own safety. I trust you with everything else, but when it comes to your safety, you’re far too cavalier.”
Oh.
She could see how he thought that.
“I’ll try to be better, Daddy. I promise.” And she meant it. Because she wouldn’t like it if he went around putting himself in danger.
“Come on. We’ll take care of this now and get it out of the way.” He carried her to the sofa and then set her down on her feet. Sitting, he reached for her pants and drew them down her legs, tugging them right off her feet.
But he left on her socks.
“Don’t want your feet getting cold.”
God.
This man. He was honestly killing her.
Then he helped her lie across his lap so her upper and lower body rested on the sofa. He tugged down her panties over her ass and she sucked in a breath.
Her toes curled. “This is going to be bad, isn’t it, Daddy?”
“Yes, baby. I’m afraid it is.”
It started light. And she thought that maybe she’d built it up in her head too much. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too painful and she wouldn’t be a mess of tears and snot by the end.
But then the intensity increased. She sucked in a breath and let it out on a sob.
“Daddy!”
“If it’s too much, you can say your safeword,” he told her. “But otherwise, you’re getting a hard spanking.”
And she deserved it. She knew she did. However, it was difficult to lie still as he turned her ass on fire. Her feet started kicking of their own volition and she sobbed, tears dripping down her face.
He moved his hand to the top of her thighs and she really started crying.
“I’m sorry! Daddy, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again.”
“I hope not, baby.”
He kept going, not stopping until she was a complete mess. Her bottom was throbbing and hot, the sofa beneath her face wet with her tears.
After pulling up her panties, he rearranged her so she was straddling his lap, her face buried into his chest as she cried.
He rubbed her back. “It’s all right. You’re okay. I have you. You’re all right. I’m here.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”
“I know you are.” He leaned over and grabbed some tissues, cleaning up her face for her. Then he held a tissue to her nose. “Blow.”