“Naughty girls get spanked on the bare ass,” he says, and if this moment wasn’t so intense, it would almost be laughable that he pulled them down, considering they barely covered my ass anyway.
Taking a deep breath, I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the first smack, still not ready when it lands on the fleshiest part of my ass.
When he does the same thing on the other cheek, I whimper and lift onto my tiptoes, but he doesn’t stop. Over and over, Kian peppers my ass, covering the entire area until I’m yelping and dancing as much as his hold will allow.
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” I cry out finally.
He stops and tilts his head to the side to meet my eyes, his expression more stern than I expect. “Are you going to lie to me again?”
My pussy clenches as I blink up at him. “No.”
He smacks my sit spots.“No, Daddy.”
Whimpering, I hiss and dance from toe-to-toe, my ass burning. “No, Daddy.”
Smoothing his hand over my hot cheeks, he leans down and kisses the back of my head. “Good girl. And no more leaving without telling me, yeah?”
I nod. “Yes. I’m sorry. I’ve been feeling guilty ever since I did it. It wasn’t you. It was…”
“You didn’t want me to see your scar in the daylight,” he says quietly.
“It happened a year ago. No one has seen it other than my doctors. I, um, I didn’t want you to be disgusted.”
Kian keeps his hold on me, his hand still soothing the sting on my butt. “You’re perfect, angel. Kind of makes me feel better, knowing you have a tiny flaw that isn’t even actually a flaw.”
I laugh unexpectedly. “I promise I havelotsof flaws.”
When he narrows his gaze at me, my stomach drops. I’m starting to recognize that look.
“Are you putting yourself down, angel? Because I’d be happy to use this wooden spoon on your ass instead of fucking you with my cock, like I was planning to do.”
Oh my God. I need to be fucked. I need him, filling me, grabbing me, making me feel like I am whole again.
“No, I wasn’t. I swear,” I rush out breathlessly.
He chuckles and moves a hand to his belt buckle. “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
My eyes dart to his long, thick cock when he pulls it free from his black boxer-briefs and gives it one long stroke.
“I want to fuck you bare. I have my last test results if you want to see them.”
I shake my head. “I trust you.”
Both of us go still for a second, and I squeeze my eyes closed.
Fuck.
That sounded deeper than I meant it.
“You shouldn’t, angel,” he says tightly. “You really fucking shouldn’t.”
Then he slides his fingers into my folds, and the sound of my arousal fills the spacious kitchen.
“So wet already,” he murmurs, then dips two fingers into my pussy.
I moan and arch back more. “Daddy.”
