He pushed away from the table, holding out a hand. “Now, unless you object, it’s time for your morning spanking. Someone needs to remember who will always take care of him.”
“I know you will, Daddy.” My voice hitched as I followed him into the living room. Normally, morning spankings were administered in the bedroom, but today I welcomed the change.
“Strip,” he commanded without turning to look at me. “And don’t even think about making a mess, Angel.”
I neatly folded my clothes and set them on the back of the couch, pausing when I got to my undies. They were my armor and I wasn’t ready to take them off. Not to mention the living room blinds were open, meaning anyone in the building across from Daddy’s could see me if they looked.
“I’m waiting.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath before pushing my undies down my thighs.Daddy won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do,I reminded myself as I walked over to him on shaky legs.
I stood before him, the way he’d instructed me, fighting the urge to check over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching us from across the way. He wouldn’t let anyone spy on us. And if he did, I’d ignore them, because he’d always protect me. Always. That’d been his promise, and he’d proven it again last night. And if I pushed aside my insecurities, the idea of someone seeing Daddy and me taking care of one another was kind of hot.
I squirmed when Daddy ran his hands over the fine hair on my thighs. It tickled and turned me on all at the same time. I thought my knees were going to buckle when Daddy leaned in, kissing the crease of my hip, my hardening dick grazing against his cheek. “Such a good boy for me. I’m going to take it easy on you this morning so I don’t hurt you.”
“I can take it,” I assured him.
“I don’t doubt you would, but this is what I want for today.” He swatted my hip once, the crack echoing off the walls. “If I didn’t know how badly you need this, I’d skip it completely to give your bottom time to heal. Now, assume the position.”
I eased myself over Daddy’s lap, my outstretched hands pressed into the floor holding me up. His fingers trailed over both of my cheeks and I knew what he was looking at. I hadn’t allowed my curiosity to get the better of me, but I’d been tempted to look at his marks on my skin this morning. Then, I’d chickened out because I didn’t want to feel proud of them, only to walk into the kitchen and have Daddy reject me. But he hadn’t.
“Ready, Angel?” His voice was low and tender, settling any lingering nerves.
“Yes, Daddy,” I responded, allowing my head to hang between my arms. Just knowing what was about to happen centered and relaxed me. I couldn’t tell anyone this was why I was so much more focused recently. It was all because of what Daddy did for me.
Daddy’s body shifted a split second before his palm landed on my right butt cheek. I sucked in a sharp breath at the sting, holding it for a moment before releasing. Most days, spankings were drawn out with Daddy massaging me in between blows, but today, the hits kept coming. None were as hard as other days, yet the sting was sharper, slower to fade.
“You’re amazing, Angel,” he praised me as he continued the spanking. “Don’t ever let yourself think you’re not enough for me. You’re perfect and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”
I was too floaty to argue with him, so I allowed his words to sink into my brain. He finished and scooped me into his arms. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Always, Angel.” I knew I’d never recover if Daddy decided he needed more than I could give him. He had not only my body, but also my soul. I loved him.
11
Levi
Despite my concernsabout leaving Teo on his own so soon after we got together, my first work trip proved to both of us that the routines we’d discussed helped him even when I wasn’t there. He checked in with me throughout the day, sending me pictures of the to-do list he’d written out and copied with each new item checked off. When I had to tell him a week after I got home that Denny had asked me to make another trip with him, I was prepared for a meltdown. I hadn’t given my boy enough credit, which pissed me off because I was constantly berating him for doing the same to himself. Every time we left, it seemed harder on me and easier for him to watch me go.
Denny kept glancing at me from the driver’s seat, smirking every time I checked my phone.
“What? If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
“Nothing. I’ve never seen you smitten before. It’s a good look on you.” Denny and I weren’t what I’d necessarily call friends most of the time, but in the past few months the line between working relationship and friendship had blurred a bit. I didn’t point out to him that I wasn’t the only one who was changing.
“I’m not smitten,” I argued, even though I totally was. If I wasn’t already in love with Matteo, it wouldn’t take much to put me over the edge. And maybe time had dulled the memories of what Bradley and I had shared, but I couldn’t remember ever feeling for him the way I did for my angel. He was precious to me.
“Are you still seeing the boy from the shoot we did for John?” Denny asked. I stifled a laugh at the way he said John’s name. Yeah, I definitely wasn’t the only one keeping secrets here.
“I am,” I confirmed. When he directly asked me about my relationship, I couldn’t think of a good reason to lie, other than possibly the fact he’d seen Matteo and me interacting in our roles, even if we’d only been playing at the time.
“And how’s that going?”
“Good.” Denny didn’t miss my hesitation before replying.
“Then why do you sound like someone just shot your puppy?”
I tapped my fingers against my leg, trying to quell the doubts creeping into my mind every time I thought about how happy I was with Teo. He was perfect, almost like he’d been created just for me, and that was the problem. Once upon a time, I’d thought the same about Bradley, but the feeling only lasted until he realized he was strong enough to stand on his own two feet. My past had taught me little boys eventually grew up and didn’t need a daddy anymore.
