“Are you sure about that? Because it seemed like you were trying to take control.”
“I’m sure. Please. I’m sorry.”
I drew back from her and she whimpered.
“Prove it. Present.”
She hesitated before slowly pushing up to her knees. She glanced back at me, looking slightly unsure as she dropped her chest to the bed, leaving her ass in the air, presented perfectly for me. I ran my hand over her pale skin, although it wouldn’t stay that way for long.
I leaned down over the bed so I could check in. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but they were tears of desperation and need, not of fear, and her scent was heady with arousal.
I stroked my hand down her hair. “You will take your punishment without complaining and without moving. If you can be a goodgirl for me, I will give you pleasure. If not…” I let my threat hang in the air.
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Remember to say your safe word if you need it, baby. This is about you letting go, surrendering control, because it’s what you need. But let me know if it gets to be too much.”
She grasped my wrist. “Do you need it, too?” She bit her lip, her tone more vulnerable than I’d ever heard it.
“Yes, beautiful. I need this, too.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Good.” Her lips curved into a smile, and I quickly captured it in a kiss.
“So fucking sweet. Now we have a punishment to deal with, naughty girl.”
I stood behind her and delivered a hard smack to her ass without warning. She almost moved out of position, but her tight grip on the comforter kept her anchored.
I let out a dark laugh. “That was close, but you saved it.”
My hand landed sharply on her other ass cheek, but she kept her position beautifully. I sank into the rhythm of the spanking, savoring her cries that turned to moans of pleasure. Her ass turned pink and heated under my palm, so I moved my strikes down to that tender sit spot at the top of her thighs. She clutched at the bedding, but she kept her ass presented to me, surrendering to the punishment.
I lost count of how many spanks I’d given her when she let a broken sob escape.
I immediately stopped and ran soothing hands over her skin. “Good girl, you did so well for me.” I gently shifted her and gathered her to me as my chest rumbled with a loud purr. She curled her body around me, clinging to me for comfort as she came down from her endorphin high.
“Shh,” I murmured, gently stroking her hair and running my hand down her back. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
She was boneless in my arms as I kissed the tears from her cheeks.It had been a long time since I’d engaged in a scene like this—not since my days of being a member of a sex club owned by an alpha friend of mine from college. Throughout the years, my work days had stretched longer and longer until the job I quietly hated consumed my life, leaving no room for anything else.
But even back then, I’d never been this drawn to a scene partner.
“Have you learned your lesson, baby girl?”
She sniffed and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
My heart stuttered to a stop as a riot of emotions rocked through me—confusion, pleasure, and deep satisfaction. Was she even aware of what she’d said? And why the fuck did I like it so much?
In one swift movement, I rolled us so she was beneath me, her hips spread wide around my body. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I pushed inside her in one swift motion, and we both cried out at her tightness.
“Oh,” she gasped. “It’s too much. I can’t—” Her words cut off with a moan as I rocked in farther. I was halfway inside her, my jaw clenched with the effort of not coming.
I brushed the hair out of her face. “Be a good girl for Daddy.” I’d never said that before, but it felt so fucking right with Lucy. “You can take it. Just relax and let me in.”
Her forehead softened. I pushed in farther, groaning at how obscenely she stretched around me. My knot was already swollen, straining to lock inside her tight little omega pussy.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy raw until you think you can’t take one more orgasm, and that’s when you’re going to come again, but this time on my knot.” I guided her trembling hand to where we were joined, wrapping her fingers around my knot. “It’s barely half the size it will be when it locks inside you.”
Her lips were parted, her chest heaving. Her grip tightened. “I want it.”
