by Maren Smith
Before he had a chance to deliver on his unspoken promises, a loud knock on the front door interrupted them.
“Dammit. I bet that’s the pizza. Don’t move, sunshine.”
“Tell them to leave it in the hall or something. Please.” She was nearly begging, but what did it matter? He’d stripped her of her pride with every stripe from his belt.
“I’ll be two minutes. Your ass better be in this bed when I get back.”
The man she only knew as Daddy rolled out of bed with a grace she wouldn’t have expected from a man his size. He walked through the bedroom door, leaving her burning and wanting in his absence.
“Asshole,” she muttered, yanking her underwear and shorts back up. Holy hell, her ass hurt. It throbbed with every tiny little move she made, and she swore she might never sit comfortably again. The thought made her body hum with need, but she did her best to ignore how fucking turned on she was at the thought of being disciplined by him.
Daddy walked back in moments later. The way he cocked his eyebrow at her, simultaneously made her want to punch him and throw herself at his feet.
His gaze slid over to the window, where fierce, pounding rain buffeted the window. “You’re upset.”
“No shit, Sherlock. What was your first clue?”
He gestured to the window. “The storm. You really don’t see it, do you?”
“See what?” Looking at the window then back at him, she frowned. “I’m hungry. Where’s our pizza?”
“First things first.” He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing a body normally only found on the covers of fitness magazines. “I’m going to prove you’re a Variant.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “I told you, I’m not.”
“Really? Storm stopped.” He dropped his pants and stepped closer to the bed, his head tilted to the side. “Only lasted, what? Five minutes?” He knelt on the bed and crawled towards her. “Came out of nowhere, too. Weird weather we’re having, lately.” He cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked like he knew some grand secret he wasn’t letting her in on. “Maybe like the weather you used to have back home?”
Lainey’s heart hammered against her rib cage, but she shook her head. “No. And don’t touch me. You’re crazy.”
“I’m not crazy.” Strong hands reached for her, grabbing her shorts and yanking them down her legs, baring her to his hungry gaze. “Lay back, sunshine. Let Daddy take care of you.”
“No.” She kicked at him, but even she knew she didn’t mean it.
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the skin on the inner part of her knee. His touch sent electricity arcing through her, setting every nerve on fire. “I’m going to make you scream.” Hot, wet kisses trailed up her thigh. “And then we can talk about the weather.”
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her, and she arched under him, waves of pleasure crashing over her. She reached for him, her hands fisting in his hair. He ignored her tugging on his scalp, ignored all of her attempts to guide him. Instead, he took his time, using his tongue to tease her and drive her wild.
The pleasure he’d promised stayed just out of reach. Every time she teetered on the edge of release, he changed direction and pulled her back again. “Daddy, please!” His sultry chuckle vibrated against her clit and she sobbed with frustration.
“Please, what, sunshine? Tell Daddy what you want.”
Lainey’s head thrashed against the pillow. “Can’t. Please.”
“Not until you ask. Politely.”
His tongue slowed, and she wanted to cry at the painful pleasure he was inflicting on her. “Daddy! I want… I want…”
“What, sunshine? What do you want?”
“I can’t,” she whined, tugging at his hair again. But he kept up his slow, thorough assault on her pussy until she thought she might die from the pleasure.
“I can do this all night, little girl.”
He could not. The rational part of her mind whispered that he was lying, and there was no way he could continue to torture her all night. But logic had nothing on the extreme, burning need overwhelming her. That need screamed he could, and he would, and for God’s sake to just do what the man said. “I want to come. Please, please, please.”
“Good girl. Come for Daddy.” He slid two fingers inside her and stroked while he worked her clit with his tongue. Her release was an explosion inside of her, nothing like the gentle pleasure she gave herself in the dark privacy of her bedroom. This, what he gave her, overwhelmed her. Her world narrowed to him and the intense pleasure buffeting her as he swirled his tongue over her clit, drawing out every last shudder and gasp until she simply collapsed on the bed.
“That was fucking beautiful. Now it’s Daddy’s turn.”
She grinned up at him when he rose to kneel over her. “You think so, huh?”
“Mouthy little brat.”
He filled her with a single thrust, stretching her more than she knew was possible. “Fuck!” She threw her arms around him and dug her fingers into his back.
“Watch your language,” he growled.
Madness gripped her. It had to be madness, to provoke the man who’d punished and pleasured her so thoroughly. “Make me.”
In one fluid motion, he pulled away from her and flipped her onto her stomach. He landed several hard swats on her ass, renewing the pain from her earlier whipping before he gripped her hips and pushed into her. “You going to listen now, little girl?”
Her ass ached; her nerve endings were still on fire from the force of her earlier orgasm. It was all too much. And somehow still not enough. “Maybe.”
Wrapping a hand around her ponytail, he yanked her head back at the same time he rammed his cock inside of her again. She hadn’t known having her hair pulled while her man fucked her hard and fast could be so fucking hot. A perfect blend of pain and pleasure.
“You’ll learn to listen, one way or another, little girl.”
A second wave of pleasure took her under, mingling with the pain until the line blurred to the point that she no longer knew where the line even was. And when he came, slamming his hips against her throbbing ass, it was absolute perfection.
Daddy collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms. His chest rose and fell under her head, and once again, the sun beamed in through the windows, warming their skin as they lay together.
“That was incredible. Really fu-freaking incredible.”
“So you do learn,” he said, chuckling. A hand brushed the hair away from her face, and she smiled at the tenderness in the gesture. “Are you feeling okay, sunshine?”
“You just fucked me harder than I’ve ever been fucked and gave me several of the best orgasms of my life. I am so far beyond okay.” Running her hand over his glistening chest she nipped at his perfection. “Can we do it again?”
His chest rumbled with laughter. “Sure. Give me a couple minutes.”
Lainey raised herself up to stare down at him. “A couple minutes?”
“Mmhmm.” He reached up to toy with her hair, and she tried to ignore the persistent fluttering of her heart. “One of the benefits of superhuman healing powers. I can literally go all night long, sunshine. Keep that in mind the next time you want to be a defiant little brat.”
The high his lovemaking had given her came crashing down. “What did you say?”
Grinning, he gave her hair a little tug. “About you being a defiant little brat?”
She shook her head. “No, before that. About healing powers.”
“What about it?”
Infuriating man. “You’re a Variant?”
He cocked an eyebrow and smirked. “You’re just now figuring it out?” She started to rise, but he rolled and pinned her beneath him. “Nope, you don’t get to run from this, sunshine. Guess it’s time to have that talk about the weather.”
Chapter Six
Donovan
Lainey bucked away from his words, but Donovan held her in place beneath him. It was ridiculously easy, given his st
rength, but the feel of her soft body pressing against his shook his resolve. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her hot little pussy again. But he had to make her see the truth, had to help her understand who and what she really was. Keeping her safe was entirely dependent on her accepting she was a Variant, and that there were people in the world who wanted to harm her. Until she believed that, she’d continue fighting him at every turn.
She glared up at him, but the impact was dulled by the shimmer of tears in her gorgeous eyes. “I’m not a freak,” she whispered.
It might have stung, if he hadn’t heard the fear beneath the words. “Of course not, baby. I never said anything of the sort. For the record, I’m not a freak either.”
“I can’t be… can’t be…” She closed her eyes and whimpered, and the sound made him want to hide her away, so she didn’t have to be scared ever again. But he pushed aside the desire to protect her from the truth. Shielding her from this would only put her in more danger down the road.
“A Variant. And yes, you can be. You are. Have you really never noticed how the weather changes with your moods?”
She opened her eyes and her lower lip stuck out in an adorable little pout. “I don’t have moods. At least, I didn’t before you kidnapped me.”
He grinned and nipped at her lip, eliciting a high little shriek from her. “I believe the term is rescued, sunshine. And everyone has moods.”
“Whatever. I still think you’re full of shit. I’m not a Variant, and I don’t control the weather.”
The wind picked up again with a sharp howl, perfectly in tune with her sudden spurt of temper. Inspiration struck and Donovan sat back on his knees. His cock immediately hardened at what he had in mind and she raised an eyebrow at him when she spotted his erection.
“If you think you’re going to fuck me again, you’re sadly mistaken.” The prim words were at odds with her naked body, still flushed with pleasure and her sexy, rumpled hair.
“Sit up. On your knees.”
“What?” Her upper lip curled in an impressive snarl. “No.”
“On your knees, sunshine. Now.”
As he’d expected, her pupils dilated, and her breath hitched. “Fine,” she snapped, pushing herself up. She knelt facing him, her arms crossed over her impressive breasts. “Happy now?”
“Face the window.”
She rolled her eyes, but shifted so she faced the window with her back to him. “I’m really not in the mood for this, you big bully.”
Despite the seriousness of the issue they were confronting, he grinned again. “That’s Daddy to you, sunshine. If you keep calling me names and swearing at me, I’m going to march you into the bathroom and wash your mouth out with soap.”
Her little gasp of surprise made his cock twitch. Fucking hell, he loved this Daddy business. It was a shame he wouldn’t get to keep her around. As soon as he could, he was going to help her disappear so Rose Corp couldn’t find her. And then she wouldn’t be his responsibility anymore.
Shaking off the sudden regret, Donovan positioned himself behind her. “Spread your knees.” She obeyed with a huff. “Now, I want you to look out the window. What’s the weather like?”
“Rainy. Again. And really windy.”
“Good girl. Keep watching the window. I want you to keep your eyes open. Do you understand?”
“Yes but – oh.” Her protest faded to a sigh when he slipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy. He drew out the wetness and began circling her still swollen clit.
Lainey whimpered and her head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed. Donovan flicked his wrist, delivering a sharp swat to her exposed lips. Her shocked squeal filled the room and he was certain she would have crawled away if he hadn’t wrapped his other arm around her waist.
“What the fuck was that for?”
“I gave you an order. You disobeyed. Watch the window.”
“Asshole,” she muttered, and Donovan repeated the punishment. “Ow! Stop that!”
“Be a good girl and I won’t have to spank your pretty little pussy. What’s the weather doing now?”
Another huff. “Raining. Still.”
“Doesn’t seem as windy though, does it? Keep watching.”
She shuddered when he stroked her again, but she obediently kept her head facing toward. He could see her face in the reflection, more of an impression than anything, but enough to know her eyes were still open.
“The rain is slowing down. Still coming, because you’re pouting about those smacks to your pussy. But what if I…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he gripped her hips and lifted her, sheathing himself inside of her with one fluid motion. She gasped and the rain stopped completely. The room brightened as bright rays of sunlight suddenly poured in through the window.
“See that, baby? That’s all you,” he whispered in her ear as he moved inside of her. The first time had been fast and frantic, full of need and lust and power. Now, he wanted to give her soft and slow. He wanted her to have something more than fear when it came to her powers. He hoped that feeling him like this, and watching the effect it had on the weather outside, she would be able to view her powers as something beautiful.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Don’t come until I say.”
She obeyed, whimpering and shuddering when her fingers touched her clit.
“Look at how bright it is. And you feel that? That heat isn’t just us, baby. It’s the sun. You’re doing that. You’re making that happen.”
“No. No, I can’t be.”
It wasn’t just fear in her voice now. The fear was still there, but right alongside it was pure awe. “Yes, you can. God, you’re fucking incredible. Do you know how powerful you are, sunshine?”
She shook her head. “I’m not.”
“The fuck you aren’t. Look at the sun. Feel it on your skin. That’s you. That’s your power.”
“Oh, God. Daddy… I… please!”
She was practically vibrating with need. Part of him wanted to deny her, wanted to draw this out as long as he could. But he craved the feeling of her contracting around him when she came. And he couldn’t deny the intense curiosity about what would happen when she did.
“Go ahead, sunshine. Come for me. Come for Daddy.”
He thrust into her and she clenched around him, her fingers furiously working her clit. The sensation of her wet heat gripping him, combined with her scream of pleasure pushed him over the edge of reason sooner than he wanted. He held her in place as he exploded inside of her again. Fuck him, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d come so hard or so fast.
Sunlight filled the room. It was far too bright and warm for a December afternoon. Jesus, she really was something else. Overcome with a sudden, surprising tenderness, he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck. “Did I mention how incredible you are, sunshine?”
She sighed and settled back against him. “I don’t mind hearing it again.”
“Incredible.” He pressed another kiss to her neck. “Beautiful.” Another kiss. “Stubborn and bratty.” This time he nipped at her shoulder and she giggled.
“And you’re a big bully. Oh, Daddy, look! A rainbow!” She sighed happily and pointed across the room.
Donovan shifted his attention to the window. Sure enough, a prism of pale color was shining through the grimy glass. The sight should have charmed him, but his blood ran cold. “Sunshine. I’m going to need you to turn that off.”
“Why? It’s so pretty.”
He hated to break the spell and God knew he didn’t want to scare her. But he needed the rainbow gone before it led Rose Corp straight to his front door. He swatted the inside of each of her thighs, hard. “What happens to little girls who don’t listen to Daddy?” Relief washed over him when the stream of color disappeared. Clouds once again blocked out the sun, but no rain or crazy winds this time.
“Happy?” she snapped at him, pulling herself out of his embrace and rolling off the bed.
“Yea
h.” Shit. Her feelings were hurt. What the fuck was he supposed to do about that? Protecting her, he could handle. Even the whole spanking and fucking deal was right up his alley. But this? He’d never been good with emotions – his or anyone else’s. “Look, sunshine. I, ah…” He rubbed at the back of his neck, searching for the right thing to say. “I’m sorry?”
She stood from where she’d started gathering her clothes and pinned him with a withering glare. “Is that an apology or a question?”
“An… apology?” What did she want from him? He’d said he was sorry, even if he wasn’t sure what the hell he’d been apologizing for.
“Gee, that sounds really sincere. Just forget it. I can’t believe I…” she broke off and shook her head.
“Can’t believe you what?”
“Nothing.” She yanked the sexy little shorts up, covering the welts he’d left on her bottom. It was a shame, and if things had gone differently, he might have made her leave them off. Something about the thought of having her naked and available had his cock standing at attention again.
He ran his hand through his hair, beyond frustrated by the sudden turn of events. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings or whatever.”
“It’s fine.” She pulled the tank top over her head and combed her fingers through her hair. The corners of her lips lifted. “See?” She gestured to the window, where the sun was shining brightly once again. “I’m fine.”
He didn’t quite believe her, but he didn’t think she had the control she needed to break the connection between her emotions and the weather yet. As far as he was concerned, if the sun was shining, she wasn’t mad anymore. Or sad. Or whatever the fuck that little spat had been about. Maybe it was the coward’s way out to just drop it without trying to find out what had gotten her all riled up in the first place, but too fucking bad. He was keeping her safe. Wasn’t that what mattered, in the end? “Good. Hungry?”
“Starving. Let’s eat.” Lainey twirled and strode through the bedroom door.