It was a delight, watching her eyes widen as he tugged her pants down over her lusciously thick thighs. “That’s not fair!”
“Oh, I happen to think it’s entirely fair. I know you’re used to being in charge at home, but that stops now. You want something from me, you ask politely or you’ll be punished. Am I understood, Samantha?”
Her breath caught, a lovely little sound that had his cock twitching in his pants as he ran his hands over her soft skin. “I-I’ll try.”
“Good girl,” he praised, lowering his head to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, earning him a needy little whimper from his beautiful babygirl. “Rule two. No more swearing. I’ll allow the word ‘fuck’ when you’re asking for Daddy’s cock, but that’s it. From now on, naughty words will get that pretty bottom of yours spanked, and if you can’t learn to control it, we’ll escalate to washing all those naughty words out of your mouth.”
“Well that seems completely unreasonable.”
“Disagree. And since I’m the Daddy, I get to make the rules. Rule three,” he continued, rolling over her protests, “no more talking bad about yourself. I’ve been wanting to spank thatparticular habit out of you for years, so I will not be holding back.”
Beneath him, she went still, a frown tugging at her lips. “You make it sound like I do that all the time.”
“You do. But it stops now. I don’t care where we are or who we are with. One negative word about yourself and you will regret it. Am I understood?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You can’t spank me in public. Or with other people around. Hard limit.”
“My naughty Little girl. Who said I had to spank you to teach you a lesson? A plug coated with peppermint or ginger oil will have you regretting your behavior just as effectively as a spanking, trust me.”
Now her eyes went round, her breath hitching as she sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh.”
“Mmhmm. Let’s see… Rule number four.” Leaning over her, he captured her wrists in one hand, pinning them over her head as she gasped softly. “Your pleasure belongs tomenow. Which means no getting yourself off without my permission and we’re going to start working on training you to hold off until Daddy gives you permission to come when we’re together.”
“I don’t… I’ve never done that. I don’t know if I can.”
“Daddy will teach you.” Keeping her wrists trapped, he lowered his head, brushing his lips over the swell of her breasts. “I don’t think this should need to be said, but the basic rules also apply. No lying, no putting yourself in danger. Oh. One more thing.” He let his lips curve, savoring the moment before he dropped his final bombshell. “No more secrets. And that includes the playroom you usually keep locked up tight.”
Sam
Shock. That was the first feeling she registered. The pure surprise of his words that had her staring up at him, her brain scrambling to make sense of what he’d said.
But shock quickly gave way to panic. Icy tentacles wrapping around her lungs, squeezing the very air from them. “Get off me.”
Worry filled the warm green-gold of his eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m not your baby. Get thefuckoff of me, Dylan!”
Pushing backward, he knelt between her thighs, holding his hands up in the time-honored gesture of surrender. “Okay, I’m off. Talk to me, Sam. Is this about your playroom?”
Air. She neededair. She couldn’t fuckingbreathe. Scrambling off the couch, she headed straight for the kitchen.
If she couldn’t get air, she could damn well get some wine.
She didn’t even reach the wine rack before he was on her again, his hand firm but not painfully so around her arm. “Sam. We need to talk about this. Tell Daddy what’s wrong.”
Daddy. A word that had sounded like a promise just moments ago now felt more like a threat. “I told you, I don’t need or want a Daddy.”
“That wasn’t what it sounded like when I had you begging me to fuck you just now.”
Panic turned to fury, bubbling hot in her veins as she whirled to face him, not even caring that her breasts were still bare and tingling from his touch. “You think you can just waltz in here, violate my privacy, and start playing Daddy just like that? You have no idea what being a Daddy means, because if you didyou never would have gone poking around where you weren’t welcome.”
The corners of his lips dipped down, and she swore she could see that brilliant mind of his working. “I can understand why you feel that way.”
“Of fuck you, Dylan. That’s such a cop-out.”
Anger flashed in his eyes, but only for a moment before they went cool again. “When we’re both feeling more settled, we’re going to have a discussion about your language. For now, I’d like a chance to explain.”
“Fine.” Jerking her arm from his grasp, she pulled her shirt closed to cover herself and turned back toward the wine rack. “You talk, I’m going to drink.”
