His words vibrated through the car, thick and heavy, and she shifted slightly under his hand, the pulse in her neck betraying her racing heart.
Her fists clenched as they pulled up in front of her house. Perfect timing. “You aren’t the boss of me.”
With defiance etched in her glare, she dared him to prove her wrong, and he was happy to oblige. His lips curved, dangerous and slow. There was a lesson to be learned. And she would enjoy every moment of learning it.
“That’s two, Trouble. Be very careful what you say next.” He parked the car, moving toward her door to help her out when she flung the door open with such force that it bounced back toward her, almost knocking her off her feet. The faint laugh in his chest was nothing compared to the deep rumble of desire heating his blood.
He was on her in two steps. “That’s three. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Taking her by the hand, he led her into the house and straight to the bedroom.
She struggled against him, not really trying to break free from his grip. He kept moving through the bedroom and marched her into the bathroom. He had stashed his bag of toys in the closet, and she hadn’t even known it was there.
Connor’s mind raced through the possibilities, already savoring the way her body would respond, the way trust and anticipation would melt in the heat of what he had planned.
“I know you’ve had a hard day, but that is no excuse to be rude. Nor is it a free pass to treat other people’s things carelessly. Now it’s time for you to remember what happens when you choose to disobey the rules.” He kept his voice low and commanding, thick with the promise of consequences.
“Fine,” she snapped. “I’m sorry I hurt your precious door.”
His eyes glinted, slow amusement and dangerous satisfaction mixed in a potent cocktail. Oh, she was on a roll. This would be good. Very, very good.
He wondered how long it would take for her to regret her choices. His goal was to help her get out of her head and get rid of all the pent-up feelings she’d packed down tight all day. That being said, he had no intention of putting up with a brat.
Time to start step one of the plans he’d made in the car. Turning her to face the mirror over the sinks, he stepped behind her. “You looked beautiful in court today, Bliss. But these pants and jacket are much too grown-up for the way you’re behaving.”
First, he removed her jacket. Reaching around her waist, he worked to unfasten her pants. “I want you looking at yourself in the mirror, Trouble. Let’s see if we can give you something new to think about. Put your palms flat on the counter.”
He slid her pants past her hips, letting them fall and puddle at her feet. The sight of her bare legs under the bright bathroom light made his pulse spike. Vulnerable, exposed, and entirely his… it was intoxicating.
He pressed his cock against the crack of her ass, smiling when she shivered. He’d bet her nipples were pebbled, but he’d find out soon enough. “You won’t be needing these anymore, either.”
Hooking his thumbs in the elastic of the panties, he tugged those down as well. Her flush, hot and spreading, was everything he wanted. Embarrassment, arousal, and submission mixed into a single delicious reaction.
Her face was already flushed. Was that from embarrassment or arousal? He didn’t need to ask her. He could feel her body. Smell the sharp sweetness of her desire.
When her panties joined her pants around her ankles, she slid her hands off the counter to cover her pussy.
He smacked her ass twice on each cheek. “Did I tell you to move your hands, naughty girl?”
She squeaked and shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
“Put them back where they were. If you move them again, your punishment will increase.”
Once her hands were back in place, he took his time unbuttoning her blouse, then removing it and her bra. He’d been right. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass. Perfect.
Connor’s cock throbbed in response, but he didn’t rush. Every second of hesitation, every deliberate touch, built the tension, the need, the delicious control.
“Step out of your pants, babygirl. You won’t be needing them anytime soon.” When she was free of them, he picked them up and put them with the rest of her clothes. “Now spread your legs wider apart and put your hands on top of your head.”
Her obedience, instant and precise, sparked a need that shot straight down his spine and ended in his cock. Who was being punished here?
“Good girl. Now do not move.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Bliss stared at her reflection in the mirror. The stone countertop chilled her palms. She’d had a horrible day, and now she was in trouble with her Daddy. She’d been hateful to him, lashing out to try and get rid of the yuck lodged in her chest. No wonder she was about to get her butt spanked.
Could this day just be over?
Her nerves prickled as she watched him digging through a bag in the closet she hadn’t known was there. She hated this. She did. So, what was the aching in her nipples and the needy thrum in her pussy about?
