She obeys almost instantly, her back arching up with a cry as she spasms around me again. I work her furiously to a third and final orgasm before I give myself permission to let go and I slam into her one last time.
Collapsing beside her, I pull her into my arms and she comes eagerly, snuggling against me with a low hum of pleasure.
“I think you should wake me up fromallmy naps like that.”
Chuckling, I lean down to press a kiss to her nose. “As long as you’re a good girl, I can certainly make that part of our routine.”
The reminder of her week-long punishment has her looking up at me, apology in her large, brown eyes. “I really am sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, little one. Your punishment is officially over. No more apologies. Understood?”
“It’s just… I want you to be able to trust me again. I feel so bad that I broke your trust and I don’t know how to get past it.”
Cupping her face, I brush a thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear that’s slipped free. “You get past it by trusting me. And believing me when I say that it’s all behind us now and you don’t need to keep beating yourself up over it. Can you do that for me, little doll?”
A tremulous smile stretches her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” Leaning down, I brush a tender kiss over her swollen lips. “Daddy has a surprise for you, little one. Would you like to know what it is?”
Excitement lights her dark eyes. “Yes, please!”
“Well… since your Uncle Jasper and Juliet are extending their vacation to go to New York after all, I thought it only fair we get to extend our stay as well. We have another week here in Paris to do whatever you want. Within reason,” I add when she squeals with excitement.
“Oh, Daddy! This is the best presentever.”
“I’m glad to hear it, little doll. Now, how should we celebrate our good news?”
Her grin turns mischievous. “Well… our room has a perfectly lovely balcony and we haven’t spentanytime on it all week.”
“We’ll have to rectify that immediately. After your bath.”
Rolling off the bed, I scoop her into my arms, her squeals of laughter echoing around our room as I carry her to the bathroom. And as we bathe together in the oversized tub that puts even ours at home to shame, I thank every god who might be listening that I found her.
My naughty Little girl. My perfect little doll.
My everything.
Epilogue
Natalie
It’s her hair that catches my attention. Perfectly blonde, split down the middle in two perfect braids. Nothing unusual, really, but for some reason it makes me look twice. Maybe because it doesn’t really feel like it fits the rest of her. With her pretty, perfectly fitting sundress and expensive shoes, she should look just like any other spoiled rich girl enjoying the early summer weather in New York City.
But the hair just feels… wrong.
God, I really have been spending too much time with gossip column bullshit if I’m judging some random woman’shair.
I’m just about to force myself to look away when she tilts her head up at her companion and pouts. The hair and the pout combine to make her look far younger than she is. But that’s not what keeps my attention.
The man she’s with, the one smiling down at her as he grips her chin between his fingers, is none other than Jasper Blackwood. Heir to the Blackwood family fortune.
And now that I’m getting a really good look at her, I’m pretty sure the woman he’s teasing is his stepsister, Juliet Blackwood. An heiress in her own right, she all but disappeared from the face of the earth a few months back. There’s been no official missing persons report, but when a woman like that goes from attending pretty much every major event in the city to “poof, gone” overnight, people take notice.
People like me.
Maybe my time writing gossipy trash hasn’t been in vain, after all.
Shooting my friends a text, I beg off our plans for the day, and set off after Jasper and Juliet. It’s almost as if they’re playing tourist, wandering from one major landmark to another, with Juliet squealing like an excited child over things she’s seen her entire life.
