Cupid Daddy (Fantastical Daddy Doms Book 5)

by Allysa Hart

  All attempts to reach her had failed and I was running out of ideas. I had sent more flowers, balloons, candy, dedicated songs to her, had lunch delivered, basically any romantic thing I could think of, I had tried, even while she was still pranking me. Nothing had worked. Most of the things had done the opposite of work and had been the opposite of appreciated.

  It’s possible I was just having a bad day, and was panicking a little prematurely but all the time in the world would not help if I could not even get into the same room as her.

  I have to get in the same room as her.

  I have to and I will.

  I knew she was mine, and I was not going to give up until she knew it too.And no matter how hard she fought, I would not allow myself to get discouraged.

  I had eleven months to go, and I would start tonight.

  Resolved, I stopped at her apartment door on the way to mine and knocked. The doors and walls were thin, and I could tell she was home. I could hear her swear softly. There was shuffling around and the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming toward me. I even heard her press her body against the door to peer in the peephole. Then nothing. Not even the sound of her moving away.

  “I know you’re in there,” I growled, my patience running thin again.

  This woman was meant to be mine. So why was she being so freaking difficult? My palm itched with the desire to put her over my knee and spank the stubbornness right out of her sexy little bottom. “Open the door, Rebekah. I want to talk to you.”

  Nothing.

  I’ll come back later. Maybe I could bring her dinner or ply her with wine. I hadn’t tried that yet.

  Sighing heavily, I turned and headed for my door, rolling my eyes when I saw the three packages sitting on my welcome mat.

  More gratitude gifts.

  There had been a constant stream of them since the second day of matchmaking. Apparently people were really thankful when you helped them find their one true love, especially the older women. If I got another box of homemade desserts I was going to have to look into a gym membership.

  Maybe.

  Okay, so my body was immortal which meant it didn’t metabolize food in the same way, but who knew if that would keep up the longer I was here? I didn’t really know all of how this worked, but no way was I going to chance trading in my ten pack abs for a dad bod.

  I scooped up the boxes and put my key in the lock, glancing one more time at my little lover’s door as I pushed mine open. Once inside, I dropped everything onto the coffee table and headed to the kitchen for a beer. I could have gone for something stronger, but the liquor in the states sucked worse than the beer. I desperately wanted a good ouzo, but I had yet to find one to fit my standards.

  Grabbing the remote control for the television from the bar, I walked back to the couch hoping there was something in the boxes to take my mind of my current predicament. The whole situation was getting increasingly more frustrating by the second and I had no idea how to fix it.

  The first box was cute. A gift basket with wine and chocolate and other gourmet goodies. I hoped the wine was good. The contents of the basket might come in handy later.

  The second box was from Lila, the little old lady I had matched on my first day in town. Bert loved when she baked for him and she did so often and then sent me the extras. The box was filled with brownies and chocolate chip cookies. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a brownie before moving on to the third.

  I didn’t need it, but chocolate seemed like the antidote for my current ails.

  The third and final box was a white package with a light blue bow wrapped around it and tied on the top. It was fancier than the others and hadn’t been postmarked. I had matched several of my neighbors so that didn’t seem too amiss. I tugged on the top of the bow and all hell broke loose.

  A loud pop rang through my apartment and the sides of the box fell flat as rainbow colored glitter literally exploded from it and into the air like sparkly tear gas. It wasn't just a “bang” and it’s done either, the glitter kept spraying from the middle of the box, effectively covering every inch of available space it touched. I couldn't see more than an inch in front of me. The air was thick with the sparkly iridescent squares.

  What in the actual fuck?

  It all happened so fast, but it felt like I was watching the destruction in slow motion. I was so stunned I couldn’t move. I sat there staring at the mess as it floated through the air, each tiny square coming to settle on a piece of furniture, or the floor, or the table. Nothing was safe. There was even glitter in my beer. When every single piece had landed, I stood and turned in a circle, looking around at the damage.

  So much glitter. How do I clean this up? Where do I even start? I didn't even own a vacuum yet!

  A loud laugh and shuffle outside my door caught my attention and I made three long strides toward the door. As soon as my hand was on the knob I flung the door open hard, almost ripping it off its hinges. Right before it opened, I heard a door slam down the hall.

  I looked left and right, and of course no one was there. I didn’t need to see the red-haired troublemaker to know that she was the one responsible. This had my little lover’s name written all over it.

  I had to hand it to her. She had finally bested me, and found a prank that had left me speechless.

  Speechless and covered in fucking glitter.

  If she thought I would take this prank as calmly as I had taken the mice or flaming dog shit, she had another think coming.

  I charged down the hall toward Rebekah’s apartment, glitter falling off me with every step. Abandoning all niceties, I grabbed the doorknob, and jerked it hard.

  To my surprise it flung open.

  Unlocked.

  I shook my head, and glitter fell from my hair to the ground. Bekah peeked out from behind the kitchen island.

  “Rebekah!” I howled, stomping toward her. She fought to hold back the laughter when she saw me, but she was smart enough to throw a hand over her mouth and run.

  I chased after her, leaving glittery footprints along the way.

  Good. She deserved to have her apartment covered in glitter as well. It was nothing compared to the mess that was waiting for me back home.

  Plus,I knew that the adrenaline pumping through both of us from the chase would counteract the effect of the pheromones for now, and that was good.

  Sex was not on my agenda until much, much later.

  Bekah was now on one side of her kitchen table and I on the other. Whichever way, I ran, I knew she would run the other.

  That was predictable enough.

  What she didn’t know was that I wouldn’t run out of breath anytime soon. She would. I lunged right, and she took off at a sprint. I chased her around the kitchen, and into the living room. She was backed into a corner now. If she tried to run back into the kitchen, she would have to run past me, and I could catch her.

  I watched as she scanned the room with her eyes, searching out her route of escape. The apartment was small, and there was really nowhere she could go that I wouldn’t eventually catch her, but for now we were at a standstill, neither of us moving, but both of us positioned to run at any moment.

  The glitter was itchy. I reached behind me and scratched my neck, and a new flurry of rainbow colored paper fell to the ground.

  Bekah grinned. “Who’s the amatuer prankster now?”

  “You may have achieved a promotion in your prankster status, I'll give you that, but I am the one who will have the last laugh tonight.”

  “I don’t know. I’m laughing pretty hard.” She giggled. “Pretty sure I’m going to be laughing well into the night.”

  “I’m pretty sure I can make you stop,” I countered, taking a step toward her. Her apartment had the same layout as mine and all I had to do was make sure she never had access to the hallway off the kitchen.

  If she could get to the bedroom, or even the bathroom and lock the door, I was screwed.

  Bekah was still giggling, and I took anoth
er step toward her.

  “You’ll have to catch me first!” she cried, as she ran past. I blocked the hallway with my body, and she ran to the dining table again. I stayed where I was.

  “You are going to pay for this little stunt,” I informed her dryly.

  “Send me a bill,” she quipped, between giggles. “It was worth it!”

  A bill? She wished.

  I was currently picturing her naked on her hands and knees, picking specks of glitter out of my carpet with her bare hands while I sat behind her, admiring her very red and very sore ass, clutching a paddle in my hand for insurance, just in case she got any ideas.

  The actual payment would probably fall somewhere between her version and mine, but she was right. I had to catch her first.

  I stayed where I was. She could run between the kitchen and living room until she wore herself out for all I cared, but in the end, I would catch her, and by the time I was finished with her, her bottom would match the hot pink confetti that was covering my shirt.

  “What are you going to do if you catch me?” she taunted. “Roll me in glitter?”

  “Not hardly, and wouldn’t you like to know?”

  She would. Not knowing was killing her. I could see it on her face, but she wasn’t curious enough to give up and end our little game of cat and mouse.

  “You know, once I make it down the hall and to my bedroom, I’m home free. You can wait me out of course, but it could be a very long wait. Seems like your time could be better spent, oh I don’t know, cleaning your apartment or something.”

  She winked and laughed, doubling over at the waist, amused by her own wit. I waited for her to straighten, and leveled her with a hard stare, looking at the wall just behind her so as not to make eye contact, and set off the pheromones.

  I wanted to win, but I wanted it to be a fair fight.

  “I’m aware of the conundrum I will face if you are able to make it past me and down the hallway,” I admitted. “I’m also not worried about it, because you will not make it past me.”

  “Oh yeah? You sure about that?”

  I crossed my arms over my chest, and spread my legs, widening my stance. “I’m sure.”

  I was also sure that she was going to try.

  She crouched into a sprinting position, and I uncrossed my arms to make it easier to grab her when she attempted to run past.

  She took off at a mad sprint, and I readied myself, expecting her to falter when she got close.

  She didn’t. Instead of trying to run past, she ran right up to me, dove to the floor, and speed crawled between my legs.

  I was stunned. It took me a minute to recover, but when I did I knew her goose was cooked.

  Her goose and her ass.

  I bent at the waist, and reached between my legs. She had slowed, and was scrambling to stand, a grave miscalculation on her part. If she had continued to crawl down the hallway, she might have stood a chance. I leaned over, until my head was between my knees, looking through my legs, and reached between them, grabbing her by the hem of her jeans, just as she pulled herself into a standing position.

  I tugged, and she toppled.

  “Shit,” she cried, as I turned and stood over her, my legs between hers.

  She was going to make another run for it, but I was faster. I still had the element of surprise on my side.

  “I told you I wasn’t worried about it,” I said with a smirk, as I leaned over and helped her up, scooping her into my arms, and flinging her over my shoulder caveman style.

  “Eros!” she shrieked, pounding my back with her fists. “Stop! Put me down!”

  In your dreams, little girl.

  I didn’t stop, nor did I put her down.I carried her into the living room, out the door and down the hall to my apartment.

  Her fear seemed to build as she realized where we were going, but she put on a show of sputtering bravado as she continued to hit me.

  “Stop! Eros! Put me down! I’m pretty sure this is kidnapping! I do not consent to this. You’re breaking the law!”

  I ignored her protests.

  “We haven’t even left the building. I’m pretty sure you don’t have a case,” I informed her, placing my hand on the doorknob.

  She heaved a long hard suffering sigh, and admitted defeat.

  “I’m sorry about the glitter.”

  “Oh you will be, little lover,” I retorted flinging the door open, and setting her on her feet in the middle of the mess. “You will be.”

  Chapter 13

  Rebekah

  Holy fucking glitter.

  The ad for the bomb had promised a mess that would take weeks to clean, but I had not been prepared for this type of destruction.

  No wonder he’s so pissed.

  My heart beat wildly in my chest, as if it could sense the impending danger. I wanted to make a run for it again, and not stop until I was safely back in my apartment with the door locked this time, but Eros had a tight hold on my upper arm, and my body was backed up against his.

  “Are you starting to realize your error in judgment, little lover?” he whispered into my ear from behind and I shivered.

  “It’s pretty,” I sassed, shrugging my shoulders. No way was I going to show a bit of remorse. He deserved this. “If you would have left when I asked you nicely, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Literally.” I giggled at my own joke.

  “You never asked nicely, little girl, and even if you had, I already explained that I could not leave. But that’s not important right now. I would like to know what you’re prepared to do about all of this?”

  “Me? It’s your apartment, that makes it your problem. Now let me go so I can go home and clean up the mess you made there.” I tugged my arm, but his grip tightened, almost to the point of pain, but not quite. I could feel the strength in his grasp. I wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it.

  “Well, if you aren’t going to help me clean it up, I will be forced to deal with you another way.” He sighed and tugged me toward his couch, which was also covered in glitter, except for where he had been sitting during the explosion. I dragged my feet.

  “Eros, knock it off! I don’t want any more glitter on me, it’s a bitch to get rid of.”

  He growled in the back of his throat and sat amongst the mess. “The only place you are going, little lover, is over my knee for the sound spanking you so sorely deserve.”

  What?

  “What?” I screeched.

  “You heard me. I am going to redden your sexy ass and then you are going to help me clean this up. If you’re a good girl for your spanking, maybe I will let you keep your clothes on when you do it.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  He wasn’t kidding.

  “I’ve never been spanked before.”

  For some reason, though, I’ve wanted to be. Of course, he would have to be the one to fulfill that particular fantasy. Fuck my life.

  “Never been spanked, huh? I find that hard to believe. This certainly isn’t the first time I’ve wanted to.”

  It wasn’t the first time I had wanted him to either.

  Still, I had to keep up my show of bravado. “I was spanked as a child. Once. By my father. But not since then because I’m a grown ass adult.”

  “Well, if it makes you feel better, while I do it, you can call me Daddy.”

  “In your dreams!”

  I struggled under his hold, and acted like I was pissed and horrified at his suggestion. I would not admit in a million years that he had just hit on another one of my fantasies.

  He gave off a total Daddy vibe sometimes.

  Especially right now.

  He yanked my arm and I fell sideways, sprawling over one muscular thigh. I reared up, but he wrapped his other leg over the back of my knees and snaked his arm around my waist, pinning me in place.

  This can’t be happening.

  This isn’t real.

  It was real.

  The first smack of his hand was sharp, but not o
verly painful. I was thankful I hadn’t changed out of my jeans when I got home, like I usually did. I knew I wanted to try to catch the action of the glitter bomb and I didn’t want to be running around the hall in my pink flannel pajamas.

  His hand came down three more times and it started to sting just enough to get my attention. I wiggled in his lap.

  “Okay, I’ll help clean up. Geez. You really need to get a sense of humor.”

  “Oh, I have a sense of humor, watch this.” With the hand that was wrapped around my waist he managed to unhook my jeans without any kind of struggle and before I could react he had them over the curve my ass and was poised to start spanking again.

  “No no no! This is not funny! This is the total opposite of funny.”

  “It’s funny to me. It's about to get even funnier.”

  The smacks against my panty covered bottom were not funny in the slightest. They hurt and I didn’t like it.

  “Ow ow! Eros, please stop. I get it. It wasn’t funny.”

  “I don’t think you’re sorry enough, little love. I think maybe you need to really feel this. I want you to think long and hard before you pull another stunt like that.”

  He continued spanking and I continued begging. But then a funny thing happened. The pain transformed into a warmth that almost felt… good.

  What is wrong with you? You do not like this.

  But I think I might.

  I squirmed on his lap, trying to find something, I wasn’t really sure what.

  He chuckled. “You are not supposed to be enjoying yourself, little lover. This is a naughty girl spanking.”

  “I’m not!” I lied.

  He stopped swatting and leaned close to my ear. “Then why are your panties wet?” he whispered. His hand slid down the slope of my ass and rested again at the apex of my thighs. He cupped me gently. “Wet and hot. You are making it really hard for Daddy to finish your punishment, little lover.”

  I buried my face in my hands and whimpered as I felt another wave of arousal move through my body. There was no hiding it from him, his hand was right there and he chuckled again, obviously feeling the evidence of my excitement.

  Great. Now he’s gonna know I have a daddy kink and actually like it when he spanks me.