A PIT FORMED IN MY STOMACH AS WILLIAM DROVE ME BACK TO THE LODGE. I KNEW I COULDN’T STAY
with him, but I had wanted to. It’d been hell to drag myself off his lap when he told me it was time to
get ready to leave. I was still wearing the sweats he’d given me, and the only thing that would’ve
been better was if he’d also loaned me a shirt that I could bury my nose in so I could smell him when
I missed him.
I resented the hell out of Lisa for conning me into taking Willow earlier than this evening. That
should have been a huge red flag. Normally, I was dying to get every minute possible with my
daughter. I glanced at William out of the corner of my eye, trying to figure out what it was that made
him different.
You know damn well why he’s different.
Yeah, I did. It had been a relief to let him take control. I didn’t realize how hard it was being the
responsible one all the time until I felt the lightness he gave me. I wondered what it would be like to
have even a full weekend where Daddy made all the decisions for me and all I had to do was be.
I also wanted more of the dark, too. I wasn’t sure what had come over me last night. Sure, I
enjoyed watching porn where the top was demanding and forceful, but I’d never seriously considered
trying to find that for myself. I had definitely been missing out. I wanted him to push me further next
time. Wanted him to shove me to my knees so he could ram his cock down my throat, holding me until
the world started going gray around the edges. Wanted him to abuse my ass, fucking me so hard I cried
out for him. Wanted to fall asleep in Daddy’s arms, exhausted and filthy; cum and sweat drying on my
skin. My dick tented the sweatpants because I still wasn’t wearing underwear. I reached down to
adjust myself.
William cleared his throat, glancing over at me. His gaze dropped to my lap. I stuffed my hands
under my legs, pinning them so I wasn’t tempted again.
“I’m not doing anything,” I promised him in a rush.
“Care to tell what that’s all about?” William reached over the console, placing his hand on my
thigh. His touch was featherlight, but I felt it shoot straight to my balls. I groaned. “Was my boy having
naughty thoughts?”
I nodded, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth.
“That’s only going to make it harder for you to get through the rest of your punishment,
sweetheart.” His hand drifted higher, sliding between my legs. “You aren’t going to touch yourself,
