Daisy
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God, he was fun to tease. And wasn’t it a happy coincidence she’d been reading a book about a particularly bratty babygirl and her strict Daddy, so she had plenty of inspiration for this little scene they were playing out.
But when he hit that final count of three, something changed. While he’d entered the room looking first surprised, then stern, now he looked almost… gleeful. The change registered a split second before he sat on the edge of the bed and hauled her over his lap like she weighed nothing.
Holy fuck, that was hot.
With one arm wrapped around her waist, he ran his free hand over her ass, and she nearly whimpered at the flash of pleasure that shot straight to her clit at his simple, intimate touch. “Here’s what’s going to happen, babygirl. I’m going to spank you until you’re ready to tell me how the fuck you got in my hotel room. Once you confess, I’m going to punish you properly for breaking and entering. So I suggest you confess quickly, or else it’s going to be a long fucking night for you.”
“Wait, what do you—Ow!” Her voice rose to a sharp yelp as pain radiated through the spot he’d just spanked. “Hey, that really hurt!”
His chest vibrated with laughter. “It’s supposed to hurt. You were a very naughty girl.”
“Yes but—ow would you stop that?—I thought this was like a fun, sexy kind of thing!”
“Oh, trust me, babygirl. This is very fun and very sexy. At least for me.”
Two more swats landed, and somehow they managed to hurt even more than the first set. Enough to drown out the little jolt of pleasure she got from hearing him call her sexy. “Well it’s not fun for me!”
“Good. Are you ready to tell me how you got in?”
“A magician never reveals her secrets.” Somehow she managed to sound sexy and sassy even with her ass on fire, which she considered a personal victory.
Impossibly, the next few swats were even harder than before, and she let out a long howl of pain as her feet fluttered against the mattress. “Being a smartass is only going to get you spanked, babygirl. But keep it up. I can go all night.”
As the pain in her ass grew, her mind raced for an explanation he might believe. The truth wasn’t even close to an option, but there had to be something he would buy.
Jesus Christ, the man could spank. She’d been the recipient of a few teasing swats during sex but nothing like the punishing blows raining down on her backside now. His hand was like wood, hard and unforgiving, and it wasn’t long before every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire.
“I flirted with the guy at the front desk!” she finally blurted out when it felt like she couldn't take another swat.
The spanking paused, and a moment later Tiernan’s hand came to rest on her inflamed skin. And when he ran his rough palm over her bottom, it was another part of her anatomy entirely that was suddenly on fire.
It took every bit of self-control she had not to moan at his touch. As it was, she was pretty sure he’d only need to glance at the soaked material between her thighs to see the effect his spanking had on her.
“What guy? I need a name, babygirl.”
There was an edge to his tone that had the hair on the back of her neck standing up. The idea of getting some random hotel worker in trouble, possibly even fired, made her sick to her stomach. “I-I don’t remember his name.”
“And I don’t believe you.”
“Why?” Twisting around on his lap, she glared up at him. “Because I’m too fat to flirt my way into getting what I want?”
To her shock, he just smiled, the kind of smile that promised all manner of wicked things. “Baby, I have no doubt in my mind you could flirt your way into Fort Knox if you put your mind to it. You’re sexy as fuck. What I don’t believe is that a woman as smart as you obviously are doesn't remember all the details of this very elaborate plan you’ve come up with.”
“Oh.” He had a point, one her brain was still too scrambled to really refute. “Does it matter how I got in here? We’re two very hot people who are obviously attracted to each other. And you did give me your room number. I just… took some initiative.”
“That’s a hell of a way to describe breaking into some strange man’s hotel room, babygirl.”
She was not getting gooey because some sexy-ass dude with a killer smile was calling her babygirl.
Okay, maybe a little gooey.
Just a little.
Not the point. Focus, Harrington. “Yes, I was very naughty and you spanked me. Now that I’ve been properly punished, maybe we could focus on the real reason I’m here.”
