Everyone else gathered close, even Juliet, hugging her. And that edge of hurt was soothed.
“We’d never do anything to hurt you,” Isa told her. “It was a stupid bet.”
“No more bets,” Kiesha declared.
“Thank God for that,” Cleo said. “Because that bet about when O’Ryan and I are getting married is dumb.”
They all backed off and Kiesha rolled her eyes at Cleo. “Oh yeah? Then how come you placed a bet on a date?”
Cleo shrugged. “They were good odds.”
They all laughed.
She looked out at the increasingly dark clouds moving across the horizon. The girls had left a couple of hours ago and she’d just woken up from a nap.
It would get cold soon. She glanced over at the fireplace and empty wood box. Ed was on the phone. Poor guy had been talking to someone for close to an hour.
If she was any good at cooking, she’d start dinner. But that was likely to end up in a fire or food poisoning. She’d made a fresh batch of coffee and quickly gulped one down. That was likely to get her into trouble considering that was coffee number three for the day.
Since she’d come to stay with him five days ago, she’d stopped having those crazy heart palpitations. Her stress levels were definitely lower. All due to Ed’s care and attention. She’d been spending more time in Little space.
But there was still something niggling at her.
He hadn’t fucked her. They’d played around. Had fun. But no fucking.
He said you have to ask for what you want.
But that was harder than it sounded.
You just need to be brave, Georgina.
With a sigh, she moved to the sliding door. She couldn’t start dinner. But she could bring in some firewood before the storm hit.
Putting in the code to turn off the alarm, she walked outside. As she headed towards the woodshed, she spotted a dead rose lying on the ground. A weird feeling came over her. Like someone was watching her. She stared around, but there was nothing out there. Probably some animal.
Shrugging it off, she headed into the woodshed.
That had taken him much longer than he’d expected. Now there was another storm coming in and he had to get in some firewood and get dinner started.
“Georgie-girl, sorry about that,” he said as he walked into the living room.
An empty living room.
He glanced around. The sliding door slightly open. What the hell? Why was the door open? Shit, had someone taken her? No, he would have heard. There was no sign of a fight. And the alarm hadn’t gone off. She had to have turned it off and gone outside. He moved to the sliding door then looked out. The wind was picking up and a dead rose tumbled across the ground in front of him.
Maybe there was a wild rose bush or something somewhere around here. Because that was twice now he’d seen one.
He moved his gaze around the backyard. The water of the lake was starting to chop up. Where was she? The door to the woodshed slammed shut. He always secured that.
Was she in the woodshed?
That brat.
Oh Lord.
She hadn’t really thought this through.
She had no idea if all woodsheds were like this. Dark. Dirty.
Behind her, the door to the woodshed slammed closed, surrounding her in darkness. Oh heck. Oh no. Hastily, she picked up a couple of pieces of wood and then raced towards the door. It opened suddenly. She screamed as she bounced into the huge person looming in the doorway.
They grabbed her arms, stopping her from falling. But the wood fell from her arms, one log slamming into her toes.
“Ow! Owie! Ouch!”
“Shit, Georgie. Did you hurt yourself? Damn it!”
Relief filled her as she realized it was Ed.
“Where are you hurt?” he demanded.
“I’m okay,” she told him. “It just landed on my toes.”
He swooped her up into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing better than to protest.
Once they were inside, he deposited her on the kitchen counter. Silently, he took off her shoes and socks then examined her toes. She tried to bend over to see how bad the injury was. Surely, it was terrible considering how much it hurt.
She leaned forward so far that she would have slid right off the counter if he hadn’t grabbed her.
“Easy. Just stay still. Wiggle your toes.”
She wriggled them, trying not to wince.
“Not broken at least. But they do look red and swollen. I’m going to call Xavier.” He picked up his phone.
“No, wait. They’re not broken. Just a little bruised. There’s no reason to bother Xavier. It’s not like he could do anything, even if they were broken.”
He seemed to be grinding his teeth together. Her own teeth ached in sympathy. Poor Ed, was she increasing his stress levels?
“Daddy, I’m fine,” she said gently.
Thankfully, he set the phone down then went to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. He wrapped it in a clean towel then moved back around the counter and picked her up, carrying her to the sofa.
Gently, he laid her down. Grabbing a cushion, he put it under her foot then the ice pack on top.
Why wasn’t he saying anything? He was being suspiciously quiet. Shouldn’t he be scolding her?
“Daddy? You okay?”
There was a muscle ticking at the side of his jaw.
“Daddy?” He was starting to worry her now.
“No. I’m not fine. What were you doing?”
“Um, well, I was trying to get in some wood. The wood box is empty.” She waved her hand over it. “And there’s a storm coming in.”
More teeth grinding. “You do not bring the wood in. You do not go outside on your own when there is a storm coming in.”
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” She moved her foot around. That was getting really cold.
Suddenly, he stood and loomed over her, one hand was on the back of the sofa. The other was on the arm of the sofa behind her back.
Uh-oh. There was ‘the Ed look’.
“No, I don’t think I’m overreacting. You could have gotten hurt. You did get hurt!”
“It’s just a bruised toe. It will be fine in an hour or so.”
“If only the same could be said for your butt, my girl.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You can’t spank me for this.”
He stood up, his arms crossed over his chest. “What is your rule about putting yourself in danger?”
“But I wasn’t in danger. I was getting the wood in!”
“You got hurt! It could have been worse. What if some of the wood pile had fallen on you? What if it had knocked you over and you’d hit your head?”
“Does that happen often? The wood pile falling over?”
“No, but it doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen.”
“Ed, I wasn’t in any danger,” she soothed.
“You could have tripped on your way back into the house, fallen, and hit your head.”
“You have an obsession with me hitting my head.”
“What if I’d been on the phone for longer? You’d have been lying outside, bleeding out.”
“But none of that happened.”
“Not the point. You shouldn’t have gone outside, with bad weather coming, to carry in a heavy load of wood and you know it.”
“I was just trying to help you out.”
“That’s not your job, it’s mine.”
“But you don’t let me help out around here at all. I can’t cook. I’m not allowed to clean.”
“You were in the hospital less than a week ago. I want you to rest.”
“I feel fine.”
“You’re still having problems sleeping. And you’re still pale.” He crouched down beside her. “I just want to take care of you.”
She cupped the side of his face with her hand. “You do take care of me. I want to do the same for you.”
“You do
take care of me.” He turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand.
Did she? She wasn’t so sure that she did anything.
“But this isn’t getting you out of your punishment. Which we can start now. Roll over onto your tummy.”
After the girls left, she’d put her onesie back on. Which meant that if she was on her tummy, he would have easy access to her bottom through the drop seat.
Darn it.
Ed stared down at where Georgie lay on her tummy on the sofa with satisfaction.
He’d put a cushion under her hips so her ass was raised. The backseat of her onesie was open, the flap pulled down and her panties pushed under her ass. He’d slipped a slightly bigger plug into her ass.
“Right, you’re having twenty minutes of time-out. Starting now.”
Ed moved to the kitchen to start making dinner. Or he tried to. His gaze kept going to Georgie. She was still and silent. Too bad she couldn’t be that obedient all the time.
Ahh, who was he kidding? He liked her sassy side. As long as she wasn’t putting her safety or health in jeopardy.
She wiggled slightly and he watched her. He wanted to make sure that she wasn’t truly in pain. But she shifted back down with a sigh.
Getting bored, was she? Well, she had plenty of time to think about how naughty she’d been. He went back to heating up soup. Shit, it was difficult to concentrate on anything. His dick had grown hard, staring at her plugged bottom. But it would have to wait longer.
Right now, he had a naughty bottom to spank.
31
Okay, she’d learned her lesson.
No more gathering wood. No more going outside during a storm. Which had really started to pick up. Ed had quickly raced out for some firewood after removing the plug from her bottom. They’d eaten a light dinner, during which time she hadn’t been allowed to cover her bottom. And she’d had to sit on his lap. Now he was sitting on the sofa, patting his lap.
“Over you come, Georgie-girl.”
“Big Daddy, don’t you think I’ve been punished enough?”
“Big Daddy?”
She shrugged. “I’m trying it out as a new nickname. I like it.”
“What about sexy Daddy or handsome Daddy or just Daddy?”
“Just Daddy is a weird name.” She grinned.
He pointed a finger at her. “You know what I meant. And no, I do not think you’ve been punished enough. You need a hot bottom to remember how much I care about your health and safety. And if I have to come after you then you’re going to be in a much worse position.”
“Oh, fine.” She laid herself down over his lap.
He positioned her then gave her two sharp slaps on her bare bottom.
“Ouch, hey!”
“Watch the attitude, Georgie-girl,” he warned.
Whoops.
Probably best not to make this worse for herself.
He slid his hand over her bare bottom. “We’re going to call this a count of twenty.”
Twenty! Really? Did she not get some respite for having had a plug up her ass while she lay with her bare bottom on display?
But, she guessed not.
That sucked.
His hand smacked down on her ass.
Ouch! She squirmed. Another one landed. She sucked in a gasp. Then they came in quick succession. So quick, she didn’t bother to try and keep track. She simply tried to breathe. When he stopped, she finally managed to let out the loud sob that had been building.
“Ow, ow, Daddy! That hurt! Your hand is worse than a paddle.”
He snorted. “You’ve never experienced a paddle before, my girl. Although we can remedy that. I do have one in my play bag.”
“No, no, that’s okay,” she said hastily. Then she tried to wriggle off his lap. But he just laid a heavy hand on the small of her back and another on her thighs.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“You spanked me. Now it’s cuddle time.”
Did she really just say ‘cuddle time’? She was a changed woman.
And most definitely for the better.
“But the spanking isn’t over, my girl. That was only ten.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, aghast. “Ten?”
“Yep. Ten. I was just pausing to see how you were getting on.”
“But Daddy, isn’t it enough? I’ve learned my lesson.”
He shook his head. “If only I thought that was true.”
“Daddy!” she grumped.
“Now, take the rest of your punishment like a good little girl.”
She didn’t want to take it like a good little girl. She wanted to stomp her feet and complain. But she knew exactly where that would get her.
Another two smacks and she was kicking her feet. Three more and she was sobbing. Tears started to leak down her cheeks as the rest of the spanks came hard and fast.
“Ow. Ow. Owie.” She tried to reach back to soothe her poor, throbbing bottom, but he rolled her over and set her on his lap so she was facing him, straddling his thighs. This kept her weight off her stinging bottom as he drew her close, rubbing her back soothingly. She cried against his chest.
“There now. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Not so bad? Daddy, I don’t think you know how hard you spank! Newsflash, it’s too hard.”
He huffed out a breath. “I can spank harder.”
“No! My poor butt can’t handle it.” She reached back to touch it, hissing at the hot feel. “I’m not going to sit for a week.”
“Slight exaggeration there.”
“No exaggeration. Only true, hard facts.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Goodness. Well, I didn’t know I was dealing with true, hard facts.”
With a sigh, she leaned her face into his chest. “Well, you are.”
“Too bad your bottom is so sore, because I thought we might snuggle on the sofa and watch a movie. But if your bottom is that bad, then you might need to go straight to bed.”
She sat up. “I’m good, Daddy. I’m good!”
“You sure? Wouldn’t want to make you sit on a burning hot bottom.”
“I’m good, Daddy. If it’s sore, I’ll just lie down.”
“Okay then.” He reached over to the coffee table, stopping her from sliding off his lap with an arm around her back. He grabbed a tissue and wiped her face. “Blow.”
“Daddy!” she protested, trying to bat away the tissue. “I can do that.”
“Georgie-girl, let me help. Now be a good girl and blow your nose for Daddy.”
“The things you say,” she muttered.
He set her on her feet and after making sure she was steady, he got up and moved to get the remote. “What would you like? Fairies? Princesses? Trolls?”
“Pirates of the Caribbean!”
He eyed her for a long moment. “That doesn’t seem very appropriate.”
She blew a raspberry at him then stilled in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve never blown a raspberry before.”
“Well, as cute as it was, don’t get into a habit of doing it,” he warned. “Sure? Pirates of the Caribbean?”
“Yep, it’s got everything that’s awesome. Please, Daddy.”
“All right but if you have nightmares from it . . .” he trailed off.
“Yes?”
“I’ll cuddle you all night like I always do.”
Yep. That’s what she thought he was going to say.
Somehow, she ended up lying on top of him on the sofa. He pulled a blanket over her, even though she wasn’t cold since the fire was roaring. The house rattled from the wind outside, but in here she was safe and warm.
Almost too warm.
Ed palmed her hot ass, his fingers pushing between her cheeks, the tips of his fingers close to her puckered entrance.
And it was driving her crazy. Her clit throbbed.
Ask for what you need.
“I need to strip off. I’m too hot.”
“I can take the blanket off,” h
e offered.
“No, let me.” She pushed herself up so she was straddling his cock. He was wearing sweatpants and a sleeveless tank. He was so beautiful. Slowly, she stood, rubbing herself deliberately against his dick.
It was a bit naughty, she knew. But she wanted to torture him. Just a little. She took off her onesie. She was only wearing a pair of cotton panties underneath. And she got rid of those too.
He raised his eyebrows. “That hot, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, climbing back on top of him and settling her head on his chest, her cheek against the beating of his heart.
She loved that sound. She woke up to it every morning. Woke up to him under her, holding her so possessively. How he slept with her on him, she had no idea.
“I love sleeping with you on top of me,” he told her in a husky voice. Whoops, she hadn’t meant to say that out loud. She was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with her. Was there some sort of disease where you just blurted everything you were thinking out?
“Because I know exactly where you are. Safe. In my arms.”
Her heart melted. “Big guy, you sure do know all the right things to say.”
“Sometimes,” he admitted, running his hand up and down her back.
Turning her face around, she laid a kiss at the base of his neck. “Ed?”
“Hmm?”
“Will you. . . . I mean, can we . . .” she let out a deep breath. “I want you to sleep with me,”
“I sleep with you every night.”
She leaned up on her arms. “I know you know what I meant.”
“Can’t say it, Georgie-girl?”
“I’m trying.”
He placed his hand around the back of her head and pulled her up for a kiss. He ran his tongue over her lips. The kiss became quickly hot, stealing her breath and pushing her arousal higher.
“Please, Ed. I’m trying to ask for what I need.”
“I know you are. And I’m proud of you. Normally, you wouldn’t get pleasure after a punishment. But asking for what you need deserves a reward.”
“It does. It really does.”
Sitting up, her legs went to either side of his as he turned so he was facing the TV. She was now sitting on his lap, facing him. “I think we might have to keep watching the movie, though. Wouldn’t want to miss anything.”
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