He nods, determination setting into his features. “You’re going to change everything, Reese.”
I meet his eyes. “No,” I whisper. “Weare.”
The past week has rushed by in a blur, the hours vanishing in a cycle of calls, encrypted messages, and late-night meetings with men I stopped trusting years ago. In the name of Reese’s story, I’ve been calling in every favor I’ve ever been owed to keep the world from crashing down on us when she finishes this story or once it’s published. That’s my job now, making sure she’s still alive when this is all said and done.
Pacing the living room, I half-listen to the nightly update from Abby. She would’ve called well before now if there were an issue.My attention is on Reese, hunched over her notes on the dining room table.
When I finally end my call, the clock reads just past midnight. Even though she’s been at it all day, her pen is still scratching across the paper. Her lips are parted in conversation, and a stray curly tendril keeps falling across her face. I should let her work. I know she’s so close to pulling it all together. But exhaustion is painted under her eyes, and it’s starting to worry me.
Determined, I cross the room, stop beside her chair, and tuck that nuisance of a curl behind her ear. “Bedtime, baby.”
“Five more minutes,” she mutters, not bothering to look up from her work.
“I said, it’s bedtime.”
She scribbles faster, rushing to finish. “Two seconds.” It’s almost magic, the way her focus sharpens under pressure. I should be annoyed—hell, Iwantto be—but all I can think about is how damn proud I am of her.
Well, almost all I can think about.
“Unless you want to find yourself bent over this table, you’re all done for the night.” Reaching down, I take her free hand and drag it over the bulge of my cock. It twitches against her touch, getting her attention. Her pen stills, and she glances up at me with that small, defiant smirk that always hits me straight in the gut.
My hand slides along her shoulders and slowly down the length of her arm, delicately pulling the pen from her grasp. “Daddy said you’re all done,” I whisper against her ear, setting the pen on the table. “And I don’t like when you don’t listen.”
“Yeah, you do,” she sasses slowly with a sweetly flirtatious tone.And fuck is she ever right.
With her chin between my fingers, I force her to hold my gaze. “I knowexactlywhat you’re doing,” I gravelly whisper. I take her hand to help her up the chair. She hesitates just long enough to let me know that she isn’t entirely choosing to obey. I drop into the recently vacatedseat and quickly pull her over my knee. My hand comes down hard and fast against her ass, and she lets out the most beautiful gasp. “So you’re going to getexactlywhat you want.”
Gripping her hip with one hand to hold her steady on my lap, I use the other to tear her leggings down her thighs until her perfectly round ass is on full display. I run my hand over the smooth skin, and my palm tingles with the excitement of giving her what she wants.What we both want.I give a playful swat, followed quickly by another. Both just enough to get her blood flowing and warm her skin.
My playful swats grow harder, peppering my palm over her ass and upper thighs. Her skin is flushed, the pink hue spreading like a sunrise across her alabaster cheeks. I run my fingers gently over the flushed skin, feeling the delicate curve of her ass. “Are you ready to be done and go to bed?”
When my hand is lifting to deliver another firm swat, she sasses, “Nope. Not yet. I probably need a few more.”
I know my baby.
The sound of my palm meeting her skin is a sharp crack, echoing through the room. She gasps, her body tensing, but she presses back into my hand, seeking more. I rain a series of swift, stinging spanks—each one a little harder than the last—over her cheeks. Her skin turns a deeper shade of pink, and the heat radiates off her. I run my hand over her warm skin, soothing the sting. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I whisper, my voice thick with desire. “So fucking perfect with my handprints all over your ass.”
With my hold tight on her hip, I bring my hand down a final time. She cries out, her body writhing in my tight grip as my distinct handprint blooms across her ruddy skin. I shift her slightly, adjusting her position so that her ass is tilted up, exposing her to me. A low, pleased growl rattles from me when I see the glistening evidence of her arousal.
“You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you?”
With a feather-light touch, I dust my fingertips over her sensitive skin. Her body trembles beneath my hand with anticipation, and she whimpers, “Yes, Daddy.”
I run my finger over the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy, relishing in just how much my naughty girl enjoys when I turn her ass red. “So fucking wet for me.” Her body squirms against my touch as I press one finger gently against her entrance, feeling her pussy clench and release in nervous excitement.
“Please, Daddy,” she begs, breathlessly.
I smile, my heart pounding with desire. “That’s my good girl. Asking so nicely for what you want,” I praise, slowly pushing my finger inside her. She gasps, her body relaxing. I thrust in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. Her body responds instantly, her lips lifting to meet my movements. “Do you want Daddy to stretch out this tight little hole?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans, her body trembling as I gently stretch her by adding another finger. I work them in and out of her, curling them against the most sensitive parts of her walls. Her pussy quivers around my fingers, the sensation causing my cock to throb with need.
I leandown, my breath hot against her ear. “Come for me, baby,” I command, my voice firm and authoritative. “Show Daddy what a good girl you are.”
My thrusts grow harder and faster, and I watch her teeter at the brink. She writhes over my thighs, ready to explode. She cries out, a high-pitched, blissful noise that travels straight to my cock as she comes undone. I hold her firmly, my fingers still moving inside her as she rides out the waves of her release
As I ease my fingers out of her, she whimpers softly, her body aching for more. “Does Daddy’s good girl need more than my fingers?” I ask, my voice a low growl.
“Yes…” she pants, the neediness in her tone nearly painful.
