Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
She lifted her head, eyes wide. “You would really spank me?”
“In a heartbeat.”
“What if I don’t want you to spank me?” She trembled as she asked. She also drew her knees closer together.
“Then, after the first time, you’ll either decide not to disobey Daddy, or we’ll come up with other forms of discipline.”
“What other forms of discipline?” She licked her lips, her body trembling.
He pushed her thighs open wider and kissed her pussy. “Whatever form makes you squirm, Little Swan.”
Her breath hitched. “Why would I squirm while you were punishing me?”
“For the same reason you’re squirming right now, Little one. It’s pretty common for Little girls to enjoy being disciplined. It feels good. It purges the naughty behavior or any other worrisome thoughts you might be having.”
She stared at him. “I don’t get it.”
He smiled as he crawled up next to her and dropped onto one side, pulling her close and cupping her face. “You will.”
She sat upright and twisted to look at him. “Show me.”
“Now?” He was surprised she had the energy to bolt up like she had. Did she really want him to spank her?
“Yes. You said I would ask you when I was ready. I’m ready.”
He remained on his side, trailing a finger up her arm. Fuck, she was gorgeous. He had no idea how to tell her that out loud without sounding like every other asshole on earth who had ogled her and objectified her, so he kept his thoughts to himself. But, damn, she was even sexier right now than at any prior moment since he’d laid eyes on her.
Back straight, hair flowing all around her, swollen lips, pinkened cheeks, high, full tits with rosy nipples… Just…damn.
She reached out and touched his face with a shaky finger. “Say it.”
He jerked his gaze to hers. “Say what, Little Swan?”
“Say what you’re thinking. I need to hear it. I know you’re trying to be careful about becoming one of the thousands of men who have made me feel like an object all my life, but I don’t feel like that when I’m with you. I feel cherished. I need to hear the words. I promise I won’t freak out.”
He slowly rose to sit next to her, scooted back to lean against the headboard, lifted her off the bed, and settled her on his lap, straddling him. Her warm pussy pressed against his still-hard erection, cradling it.
She cupped his face and pulled her shoulders back with confidence. And then she waited.
He licked his lips, wanting to say just the right things even though he didn’t think he could go wrong with her. But this was important. She needed him to make her feel as desirable as she was.
“You are the most important person in my life, Zara, and you always will be. It wouldn’t matter if you were fat or skinny, short or tall. I wouldn’t care if you were bald, had scars, or grew a third arm.”
She smiled warmly, playing with the short hair at the back of his head.
“Even if you were all those things at once, I would think you were the most stunning woman in the world because you’re mine. Because what matters most—and mattered first—is what’s in here.” He tapped her temple. “And here…” He trailed his finger down to her heart.
She giggled. “I can’t be both fat and skinny, short and tall, Daddy.”
He chuckled, making them both shake. “You’re perfect, Zara. So unbelievably perfect. Rocco feels the same way about Sadie, and Hawking feels the same way about Celeste. I don’t care that the whole world thinks you’re the ideal woman. You’re my woman. My Little girl. You bring me to my knees, and you will even when you’re old and gray.”
He was so close to telling her he loved her, but that felt too soon. The words hovered there between them. I love you so much it hurts, Zara.
She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. “Thank you, Daddy. You’re perfect, too.”
He slid his arms around her slender body and pulled her even closer. His cock twitched against her.
When she finally released him and leaned back, she said, “Now, will you spank me? Then you’ll know if you also like it when my skin is red.”
He chuckled at her joke. “Oh, sweet Little Swan, my cock will get two times harder if I pinken your bottom with my palm.”
She shuddered delightfully. “That’s pretty big, Daddy. I think I need to see it,” she teased.
“You’re sure?” Was this really the right time to spank her? They were in a state of post-coital bliss. He didn’t want to ruin that, but he also wanted to give her what she needed when she asked for it.
“Okay, Little Swan, but I have a rule, and I expect you to obey it.” He lifted a brow to make sure he had her attention.