She was pretty sure her grip on the countertop was the only thing keeping her from floating away into space. Well that and Dylan’s hands on her hips, holding her still as he moved in closer.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Daddy Dylan was back, his words strong and unyielding. Not that he’d ever truly left, but before when he’d been explaining himself, they’d felt more like equals.
Now, though? Now she felt exactly like what he’d called her. A naughty Little girl who needed Daddy to punish her and love on her and spoil her rotten.
Fucking hell.
“Daddy’s going to take you back to the living room and you’re going to get a very long, hard spanking on your bare bottom. Then Daddy’s going to order us some dinner, and you can choose between Little time or Big girl time. Whichever you choose, Daddy will tuck you into bed no later than ten. Understood?”
“Ten is too early. I usually go to bed around eleven-thirty.”
“I know. And you wake up with bags under your eyes. Bedtime is ten on work nights, but we can negotiate a later bedtime on the weekends if you don’t argue with me during the week.”
The insult of it stabbed at her, turning her tone sulky. “Just what every woman wants, to be told she has bags under her eyes.”
Cupping her face in his hands, he brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. “They don’t make you any less beautiful, baby. But they do make me worry that you’re not getting enough rest.”
“I’ve been a single mom for over twenty years. I don’t even know what rest is.”
“Well, Daddy’s here now, so you’re going to get rest whether you like it or not. Understood?”
A sassy retort burned on her tongue. But honestly, it just felt so damnniceto be cared for, to not be the one making sure everyone else was being taken care of for once, that she didn’t have the heart to give it a voice.
So instead, she gave him the words she knew he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Triumph flashed in his eyes. “Good girl. Are you ready for your spanking?”
“Couldn’t we just skip that part and start over?”
“Nice try, babygirl. But no. Come with Daddy.”
Taking her hand, he led her back to the living room, where he sat in the middle of her couch and looked up at her, a crooked, boyish smile on his face.
God, he was soyoung. What the hell was she doing? Fucking him was bad enough, but letting him play Daddy, putting herself in his hands, letting him boss her around?
Weird. And wrong.
“I can see your brain working overtime, baby. Don’t overthink this. Just let Daddy take care of you.”
Let Daddy take care of you. “You make it sound so easy.” Tears were already burning her eyes and he hadn’t even laid a hand on her.
“I know it won’t be, not at first. But you promised to give me a chance, and part of that means trusting me to take care of you.”
Right. She had agreed to that, hadn’t she?
Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand back in his and let herself be pulled over his lap. And tried not to think about all the dimples on her ass when he tugged her panties down to her knees. Which was hard as hell considering he was staring right at said ass, dimples and all.
Even harder when he ran his hand over the generous swell of her backside, squeezing the soft flesh. “Tell Daddy why you’re getting this pretty bottom spanked, Samantha Kay.”
“How do you know my middle name?”
“I peeked at your driver’s license. Now answer the question, little girl, unless you want me to start adding strokes with my belt.”
His belt? Talk about her wildest fantasies come to life. It was tempting to put that threat to the test, but considering she hadn’t even been spanked yet, maybe it would be better to start small.
“Because I cussed at you. I’m really sorry.”
