“I’m glad to hear that. But you’re still getting an attitude adjustment. And don’t think I didn’t hear you call yourself stupid. Now, you have a choice. You can lay yourself over my lap and you’ll only get ten on your bare bottom. Or you can protest and you’re getting fifteen. Five of which will be with the paddle.”
Yikes.
Reluctantly, she shuffled around to lay herself over his lap. At the last moment, something came over her. She had no idea what, but she found herself stepping back and turning. Before she could go far, she found herself over Cullen’s shoulder. He walked over to get something out of a drawer.
The paddle.
“No, Daddy! No! Not the paddle!” She’d never had the naughty girl paddle before, and she didn’t want it now.
“I’m sorry, baby girl, but you were given a chance to just have ten with my hand.” He set her down gently in front of the crib, which had the side pulled down. “Lie down over the edge of the crib and stick that ass out.”
“No, please, Daddy.”
“Do I need to add more?”
Nope. He definitely didn’t have to do that. With a sob, feeling sorry for herself, she got into position. Her upper body was resting on the crib mattress while her bottom was pushed out.
Then the drop seat was lowered, and her panties were pushed down just under her ass.
“What’s your safeword?” Cullen asked.
“Laundry.”
“Good girl. Here’s the first ten.”
They were hard and fast. She barely had time to catch her breath before her ass was stinging, tears filling her eyes. By the time he was finished, her breath was coming in fast pants and she was ready for it to be done.
“Now for the paddle, baby. I’m going slower with these. Tell me if you need me to stop.”
She wanted to tell him to stop now, but the pain from the spanking was already helping to ease the devil that had been riding her today. A mix of tiredness and just needing someone else to take control, she was guessing.
The paddle landed, and she let out a screech.
Ow! That hurt!
It landed again, and she wiggled around, trying to get free.
“Stay still. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“The paddle hurts!”
“It’s meant to,” he reminded her. Another smack of the paddle and she started to sob. The next one had tears running down her cheeks and by the time he administered the last one, she was out of energy.
Picking her up, he sat on a chair with her on his lap. Then he rocked her as he crooned to her soothingly.
“That’s my good girl. Shh. You did so well. I know you need some rest.” When she’d finished crying, he stood with her in his arms and carried her to the crib. She stiffened. She hadn’t had a nap in here yet.
“Shh. You’re all right. There you go.” He put her on her side and slid her panties up, fixing the drop seat before pulling a blanket over her. Then he wiped her face with a tissue. She lay there, yawning, her eyes growing heavy when he returned with a bottle of water.
A baby bottle. She blushed as he held it to her lips.
“You’re all right,” he soothed. “Open. Drink.”
She sucked on the cool water and felt herself drifting. The nipple was pulled from her mouth and she let out a protest, then something else replaced it. She sucked on the pacifier.
Ahh. Perfect.
One day until Christmas Eve.
Three days until Marcus and Cullen left.
She took in a deep breath. Maybe this had been a bad idea, getting to know Cullen. Falling more and more in love with him.
Because she did love him. She didn’t care that she hadn’t known him that long. It didn’t matter to her that there were still things she didn’t know about him.
He was it for her. So gentle and kind when she needed him to be. Yet, stern and domineering as well. They’d spent the last five days getting to know each other and exploring their relationship dynamic. She could now comfortably slip into Little headspace. In fact, she spent the majority of her time when she wasn’t working in Little headspace.
There were just two things marring this time. One was the ticking of the clock telling her she was running out of time. The other was the fact that there was something bugging Cullen. Maybe he was worried about how little time they had left. Or maybe it was something else.
She wasn’t sure.
All she knew was that he’d been a bit quieter. Withdrawn. There were times when she’d catch him staring at nothing. Which was unlike Cullen, since he was usually ultra-attentive. He also hadn’t asked her to show him her hands again. Had he decided he didn’t want to see them? He was still careful to make sure he didn’t do anything to hurt her. He insisted that she take naps when she had time, and if they didn’t have time for a nap, he bundled her off to bed early. She didn’t like it, but she had to admit to feeling better because of it.
At night, once it was dark, then she’d take off her gloves. She’d make sure to wake up early and put them back on. It was silly and she was ready to show him.
Or she would have been if he weren’t acting weird. Because if he was going to break up with her, then perhaps she shouldn’t.
She yawned as she felt him get out of bed. She tried to sit up, but Cullen placed his hand on her hip. “Stay in bed, baby. It’s your day off. I’m taking Marcus over to the Littles’ wing. Then I’ll be back.”
That’s right, she had today off. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and she was going to help Eli with the party. But other than that, she was pretty free.
She’d managed to find the time to sneak off and get them both presents. They weren’t much, but she hoped they liked them.
“Have fun being a lazy bum, bestie. Catch you later.” Marcus gave her a smacking kiss on her forehead.
Then Cullen followed up with a light kiss to her lips. “Be back soon. I’ll get breakfast delivered when I get back.”
He always took care of her. It filled her with happiness. Maybe he was holding back because she was. Perhaps it was time to be brave for once in her life.
She could do this.
Climbing out of bed, she moved into the bathroom to take a shower. Fifteen minutes later, she stepped back into the bedroom, wrapped in just a robe.
Cullen looked up from where he sat on the sofa. “I thought you were going to sleep in.” He raised his eyebrows as he took her in.
“I was, but then I decided that, um, maybe you’d like to join me?”
He looked confused for a moment, then he glanced at the bed. “You mean you want me to climb into bed with you?”
“Yep.”
“To sleep?” he asked.
“No.”
A heated look filled his arrogant, gorgeous face. “You took a shower first?”
A light blush filled her face. “Yeah. I wanted to be clean.”
He stood, stepping toward her, hunting her. “You realize you’re just going to get dirty again?”
“That’s what I’m hoping. Wait!” She held up her hand as he reached for her.
“What is it?”
“I want…I want to show you first. And then, if you need to…you can change your mind.” She held her head up. Tears threatened as her nerves nearly got the best of her. She’d rather take a spanking and corner time than do this.
“Change my mind? Baby, what are you talking about?”
She’d deliberately done her robe up loosely so she could quickly undo it. She let it drop to the floor. His hungry gaze took her in. The appreciation on his face healed something inside her. It started to pinch together the ragged edges of her soul.
“Baby, you are so beautiful. Christ, if you’re trying to send me over the edge of sanity, then you’re doing a good job. I need to touch you.”
“Not yet. Please.”
“Ivy,” he groaned.
This part…it was the hardest. Her hands shook as she held them out to him. She watched him as he took in the way her two small finge
rs twisted in. The swollen, distorted joints in her forefingers and middle fingers.
Gently, so carefully, he placed his hands under each of hers and raised them up. Then he kissed each of her fingers, the swollen joints, every part that Davis had taught her to hate. Tears dripped down her face.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
“Davis didn’t want to look at them. He didn’t want me to touch him.”
“We’ve talked about this,” he told her firmly. “What is Davis?”
“A dickhead?”
“Absolutely. And you are not to waste any more time on what he thinks, on what he made you believe about yourself. Because it’s all fucking lies. You know why he treated you like that, why he tried to make you small? Because he knew that you were so much better than him. He never deserved you. Not then. And he doesn’t deserve space in your head now, understand me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “You really think I’m beautiful?”
“Every fucking inch of you. Now, get on the bed, on your back.”
She sucked in a breath at that command. But quickly obeyed him. He started to slowly strip as he moved to the bottom of the bed. He gazed down at her as he drew off his shirt. Her breath caught. He was gorgeous. Muscular, tanned, smooth skin everywhere.
“Like what you see, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Now spread those legs. I want to see your bare pussy. I like that you got yourself all ready for me.”
She moved her legs apart, blushing as he stared down at her, knowing that he could see everything. He took her in. “Fuck, yes. Bend your legs, put your feet flat on the mattress. God, baby, you don’t know how good you look. I cannot wait to fucking taste you.”
Her heart was racing so hard she almost felt ill. Or maybe that was the nerves. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was lying here, naked; her legs spread, waiting for him.
“Taste me? You mean you want to…”
“Get my mouth between your legs? Lick that sweet pussy? Suck on your clit while I thrust my fingers deep inside you? Yeah, baby, I want all of that.”
Arousal flooded her. She wanted him. Wanted everything he’d just said.
Her nipples were tight and aching.
“Please, Cullen.”
“All in good time, my beautiful baby.” He reached for the buckle of his belt, undoing it slowly. Why was that so sexy?
He was killing her.
Down went his belt. Then off with his pants. Until he was naked. Gorgeously naked, his cock thick and hard. She’d never thought of cocks as beautiful, but she wanted to wrap her mouth around his dick, to take him deep inside her mouth.
“Can I touch?”
“Soon, baby. I need to touch you first. To hear you scream my name. You’re going to scream my name, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She’d do whatever he wanted if he’d just touch her.
Crawling over her, he leaned down to kiss her. She reached up to put her hands behind his neck. She kissed him back, protesting quietly as he drew back, then moved his lips down her neck.
“Lower your legs. Good girl. All you have to do is obey me.”
“Please. More.”
“You’re going to get more. If you’re good. I want you to lie nice and still for me. I’m going to explore and play. Understand? If you move without permission, then I’m going to delay your pleasure and I don’t think you want that, do you?”
“No,” she groaned as he reached her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. “Cullen!”
“That’s it, baby. Scream my name.” He lapped at her nipple with his tongue before biting down slightly.
Holy. Sugar. Balls.
How did that feel so good? It was intense, insane, and her feelings were slightly scary. She’d never felt like this before. So out of control. What if he didn’t like her reactions?
He moved his mouth to her other nipple, biting it, then sucking to ease the sting of pain. She cried out again. It was so hard just to lie there.
He ran his tongue down her tummy. She sucked it in. She bet the other women he’d been with were probably all thin and toned. They likely didn’t have a podgy tummy or stretch marks or dimply thighs.
“Stop.”
He leaned up to look down at her sternly.
“W-what?”
“Stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking. I can feel you tensing up.”
“I just…I think we should turn the lights off.” The curtains were blackout ones and it would make it nice and dark in here.
“No chance.”
“Cullen, I…I…”
“I want to see all of you. Are you mine?”
“Yes.”
“Is this body mine?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me, who do these belong to?” He cupped one breast, squeezing it lightly. Then the other.
“You.”
“That’s right. They belong to me. Who does this belong to?” He raised his hand and brushed a finger over her lips.
“It’s yours.”
Weirdly, she found herself calming at his words.
“Open,” he commanded.
She opened her mouth, and he stuck two fingers inside.
“Suck. I wonder if you’re going to like sucking on other things,” he murmured as she sucked his fingers. “You’re going to suck my cock when I command it, aren’t you, good girl? You’re going to suck Daddy’s cock?”
She nodded, and he slid his fingers free.
“Now?” she asked.
He grinned. Happiness lit his gaze and relief filled her. That look told her that maybe she’d been imagining his distance these last two days.
That he still wanted her.
“Not quite yet. But don’t worry, you’re going to suck it plenty in the future. Having something in your mouth seems to calm you. We’ll experiment with that.”
She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but she was willing to try pretty much anything. And she was glad he was talking about the future again. There had been no talk lately about what was going to happen after he left the Ranch.
“Now, I want you to make my fingers nice and wet. Open.”
She took his fingers into her mouth, licking them, wetting them. When he drew them out, he circled one nipple, then the other. “Mine.”
That word was doing something to her. She loved hearing it from his lips.
“You like being mine, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried.
“Good girl. Who does this pussy belong to?” He cupped her mound, making her jolt and gasp. “Shh. You’re okay. Who’s in charge?”
“You are.”
“That’s right. And what do you have to do?”
“What you tell me.”
“Do you need to worry about anything else?”
“No.” All she had to do was what he told her to. She wasn’t in charge here.
“So who does this pussy belong to?”
“You. It belongs to you, Daddy.”
“Your whole body belongs to me, little girl. And I won’t have you thinking bad thoughts or saying negative things about what is mine. Understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“Tell me something nice about your body.”
What? He had to be kidding her, right?
He suddenly parted her lips and ran his fingers along them. “So wet. Is this all for me?”
“Yes!” Her head moved back and forth as her breath came in sharp pants. She was so close to the edge.
“Damn, you’re responsive. You need to come so badly, don’t you? Do you want me to make you feel good?”
“Please. Please.”
“Then you better say something nice, hadn’t you?” he crooned in a dark, seductive voice.
What could she say? Something nice?
“I have nice hair, I guess.”
“Really? That’s the best you’ve got?” He thrust two fingers into her pussy. She arched her
hips up. More. More. She needed him to move. But he just kept them there, pressed inside her.
“Daddy!”
“Yes?”
“I need more.”
“I’m waiting for you to say something better than you have nice hair. You do. But that’s not all that’s amazing about your body. I want to hear you say it.”
He was killing her. Didn’t he realize how hard this was for her?
“I think my ankles are okay.”
He groaned. “You’re destroying me here. Really? That’s all you have? Nice hair and okay ankles?”
“I don’t…I can’t, Cullen.” She stared at him. “Please.”
Leaning in, he kissed her lightly. Then, drawing back, he started moving his fingers in and out of her passage. He kept his eyes on hers, though, and she knew he wouldn’t be happy if she looked away.
She wanted to because this felt entirely too intimate. It felt like she was wide open, her insides on display for him to inspect. Any negative remark from him right now would flay her.
But he wouldn’t do that. This was Cullen. All he did was take care of her.
“That’s it. Watch me. Look at my face. How much do I want you? How much do I desire you? Because you are gorgeous and beautiful and so fucking sexy that I want to hide you away and not let anyone else look at you. No one can ever take you from me, Ivy.”
“They won’t.”
“Promise me,” he whispered fiercely.
“I promise. There’s no one but you, Cullen.”
And she could see it in his face. The hunger. The desire. He really did find her beautiful.
“And no one will take you from me,” she commanded.
A small grin tipped the corners of his mouth. “Never. Never, my baby.” Then he suddenly withdrew his fingers, and she groaned in protest.
“Please,” she begged.
He moved his wet fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them.
How was that so hot? Did he like the taste of her? His eyes shut for a moment before he drew his fingers out and placed them back, deep inside her pussy.
“Mine. All mine. And you taste fucking delicious. Say it.”
No way.
“Say it,” he commanded. “Unless you want me to stop.”
She didn’t want that.
“I taste delicious.”
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