Once my babygirl’s tears finally quiet, I pry my fingers free of their death grip on the couch and rise. It was hard, harder than I expected, to watch Gray paddle my Little one to a sobbing mess. But I know it was necessary, to help both Josie and Gray remember that they aren’t simply childhood best friends any longer. That there’s a new hierarchy they both need to adhere to.
Now, however, all I care about is getting my babygirl back in my arms. Gray looks up as I approach, a small smile curving her lips before she looks back down at the sweet bundle in her arms. “I think your Daddy wants some snuggles now, sweet girl.”
Josie whines a bit when I shift her, but the moment she’s in my arms she wraps herself around me, burying her face in the side of my neck. “Shh, my little lovebug. Daddy’s right here. You’re okay.”
“Nuh-uh. Auntie Gray spanked me really hard!”
Those protective instincts well up inside me again but I force them down as I carry her upstairs to our rooms. “She spanked you really hard because you were really naughty, weren’t you, Josephine?”
She sniffles pitifully, and my heart trips in my chest. “Yes, Daddy.”
In our room, I lay her down on the bed, and I can’t help but chuckle when she winces as her bottom hits the bed. “Poor baby. Is your bottom so very sore?”
Pouting up at me, she nods. “Sosore.”
“I see. Do you need Daddy to kiss it and make it better?”
Considering how soaked she was when I was playing with her pussy during Lanie’s spanking, it’s no surprise when her pupils widen at my suggestion. “Yes, Daddy.”
My cock is hard, aching, demanding I take and claim what’s rightfully mine. But I want more from her than just a warm, wet place to stick my dick.
I want her pleasure, her submission.
I want all of her.
Leaving her on the bed, I make my way over to the trunk where I keep my favorite toys and remove a long length of teal rope. Not simply blue or green, but a deep, gorgeous teal. For years, I’ve been stocking up on this particular color and I realize now it’s because some part of me always believed my Josie would return to me.
Turning back to the bed, I watch as the smile curves her lips. “That’s so pretty. I love that color.”
“I know you do.” Setting the rope aside for the moment, I strip her shirt from her and flip her onto her stomach before reaching for the silken lengths again. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a very long time, my sweet Josie.”
Her muscles tense as I slide the rope around her, deftly weaving a harness of sorts around her torso. “But you didn’t even know if you’d ever see me again.”
“And yet, I dreamed of this. Dreamed of you. Every night for the past twenty years, I’ve dreamed of having you in my bed again. Tied up in my ropes so you can never escape.”
Breath hitching, she whimpers softly as I gently pull her arms behind her, wrapping the pretty teal rope around her forearms and anchoring them to the harness. “I wasn’t the one who ran.”
Her words are an ache in my chest, a guilt I know will never be appeased. “I know, baby. And I know there is nothing I can ever say or do to take away the pain I caused you. But Daddy’s here now, and I’m never, ever leaving you again.”
Tying off my creation with a sturdy knot, I sit back and enjoy the view. My Josie, naked but for my ropes, her bare ass blazing red from the discipline she just received.
She’s fuckingperfect.
Nudging her legs apart, I settle between them, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of one knee, then the other. Beneath me, Josie whimpers and wiggles, lifting her hips in silent entreaty.
But I won’t be rushed. I want to savor this, savorher, so I take my time, lighting little fires along her skin with too-light kisses until I reach the swell of her reddened ass. At the first press of my lips to her scorched skin, she gasps, her hips jerking upward.
“Daddy… please. Please, I’m dying.”
She sounds so sweet and pitiful I’m almost tempted to give her exactly what she wants.
Almost. But not quite.
Instead, I focus on her gorgeous, perfectly round ass, pressing gentle kisses over every inch of her hot, red skin. Until my babygirl is once again a wordless puddle beneath me.
Gripping her well-spanked ass, I spread her bottom cheeks, exposing the winking star of her anus to my gaze.
And feast.
