by Madison Faye
“Anything not backed up?”
“No, and my phone’s password- and fingerprint-protected. I can even wipe it remotely.”
“I got your iPad and some other stuff you’ll need. What are you up to?” he asked, nodding at the laptop.
“If you hadn’t come back, I was planning to get online to send a message to Wes.”
“You won’t get past the security on that laptop. It was encrypted by a buddy who works for the NSA.”
“Oh,” she said, looking at the screen and then closing the lid. “What do you keep on there? BDSM porn?” she teased.
He chuckled. “Sure.”
“Did it look like Bill had been inside my place?”
“No.”
“Good,” she said, exhaling. “I hate that he got my purse, but he doesn’t have the PIN for my debit or credit cards. I’ll just cancel them,” she said.
Jax held out her iPad, and she quickly did the necessary things. It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes. Her whole life was so portable, mostly comprised of a collection of online addresses and passwords.
“Did you like my air mattress?” she asked with a roll of her eyes. “I bet you’re so jealous.”
“Yeah, I was just going to suggest we stay at your place instead of mine,” he deadpanned.
She laughed, setting her iPad aside. “Thank you for making this not as bad as it could have been.”
“Done dealing with the fact that he stole your wallet and phone?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Let’s deal with your punishment for trying to break into my laptop.”
She froze. “What? I wasn’t trying to—”
“Doesn’t matter. You had no way of knowing what sensitive information you’d come across. There was a landline to dial nine-one-one.”
“Calling the police would’ve been overkill.”
“So would messaging Wes.”
She bit her lip. “I have a right to use my own judgment.”
“Sure, but bad judgment comes with consequences.”
“I was worried.”
“That’s unfortunate. Come on,” he said, drawing her into his bedroom.
She followed him, but hesitated near the door.
He cocked a brow, a smile playing at his lips. “Think you can outrun me?”
She definitely did not think that.
“I’ve already been spanked once today, Sir. And I’d really like to think that after the day I’ve had, you’d show a little mercy.”
His gaze traveled over her body, still clad in only his T-shirt and her tiny pink panties.
“Are you feeling frustrated, little girl?”
“Yes,” she said.
“It shows on your face. Gonna give me a little pout with that lip?”
She shook her head.
“You can have a choice. A spanking or a plug that’s dotted with cinnamon oil.”
She took half a step back. “What does the cinnamon oil do? Sting?”
“Burns and aches. Little girl puckers are sensitive.”
Her cheeks flamed. “I don’t have much experience with that.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“I talked with Wes while I was out.”
“Oh. He really shouldn’t have talked to you about my sexual history. Those chats were meant to be private.”
“Not from a daddy you’re living with.”
“I’m not really living here,” she said, inching toward the door, feeling embarrassed and unsure of herself.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“The living room.”
“Retreat is the wrong strategy. That’ll get you a plug and a spanking.”
She stomped her foot, then looked down in surprise. Had she actually just smacked her bare foot on a polished concrete floor?
“I can still use my safeword?” she said, trying to regain control.
“Sure. That’ll stop everything. It’ll also get you a new place to live.”
“You’re not being fair!” she snapped.
“No,” he agreed. “Never promised that.” He wagged a finger. “If you make me come get you, it won’t end well for you.”
Excitement hummed in her belly. She knew she should go to him, but there was a part of her that couldn’t move. A part of her that wanted to challenge him, just to see what would happen.
An instant later, she found out. He moved so quickly she only had time to take two steps back. Then they were on the bed, wrestling, and then she was overpowered and pinned down.
“You can’t do this,” she said when he flipped her over and secured her arms in cuffs hooked to the wall.
He dragged her panties down while she kicked her legs, fighting his efforts. Then he secured her legs to a spreader bar.
“Daddy, wait. I want to talk this over.”
“Talk all you want, princess.”
A few moments later, the bed sagged under his weight and she looked over her shoulder. He had a vial and a steel plug.
“No! I’ll try it with just lube, but not cinnamon oil. Please!”
He slapped each of her ass cheeks several times until the stinging took her breath away and she stilled.
Strong fingers pulled on one of her cheeks, opening her. She buried her face in the covers, biting her lip.
Cool lube drizzled over her ring. She was stiff with nervousness, but heat also gathered in her belly and spread lower to her pussy. She’d been intrigued by the idea of this type of sex for a while, but the opportunity hadn’t—
Two fingers breached her ring, stretching her open in that forbidden place. Her hips moved of their own accord. He drew the fingers partially out and then spread them.
She squeaked in alarm, embarrassment and discomfort swamping her. To be explored and stretched was overwhelming. “Ow. That’s intense. Oh,” she murmured, the burning of being opened so dramatically stole her breath. “Jax—Daddy, please!”
“Yeah, it’s a tight little hole. Needs breaking in,” he said in a husky voice. His fingers slid out, and she whimpered, missing the feeling of his warm invasion there.
A moment later cool metal kissed her flesh and rubbed the ring. The pressure built until the bulb breached her with a sudden deep stretch. Then it was seated inside her, heavy and relentless. A slow burn followed. She jerked her head to the side, knowing it was the cinnamon oil. How intense would it get? She squirmed as the heat radiated, and an aching took hold.
“Daddy, please,” she begged, arching her back. “That’s enough.”
He swatted each buttock, and then his palm came down with a heavier thud.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, but she couldn’t keep from trying to rub her clit against the bed.
The pain bloomed, along with what she was sure would be a crimson color. The sensations became confused. Was she raising her ass for him to spank? Only to ride the blow down? Yes.
She was in a frenzy that had her skin sweat-dampened and her hair tangled and plastered to the side of her face.
Thor’s shirt sailed past her and then she heard his zipper lower and jeans hit the floor. She couldn’t be still while she waited. She pulled against her chains and ground her hips against the bed.
When he finally entered her, a long satisfied moan escaped her lips. The weight of his body on her bruised ass quickly changed things. She tried to get him to shift, but he didn’t. He wrapped his big hands around the chains above her cuffed wrists and dragged his weight forward as he thrust. It was like being chained in a dungeon in some lost era.
“Please. Oh, God—”
The harder he fucked her, the more trapped she felt. And the more trapped she felt, the thicker the cocktail of swirling hormones in her blood. She struggled and wailed, but she never asked him to stop. She needed him to continue.
She came screaming with his cock buried deep inside her and rubbing against the bulb in her rectum. She’d never felt anything like it, and it was mind-meltingly good.
He
let go of the chains and used a hand to push the hair back from the side of her face. He licked her salty neck and captured her jaw in a sucking kiss.
“So it’s like that,” he husked in her ear. “Daddy’s girl likes things rough and dirty.” He squeezed her breast. “Good.”
* * *
Andie was curled up against Jax’s side with his arm wrapped around her. It was the warmest and safest she’d felt in a long time.
They’d been talking about their lives. He’d learned more about her life than she had about his, but he seemed to be opening up.
“What made you join the army?” she asked softly.
“My parents split up when I was thirteen, and my dad took a job in California. I was confused and angry. Up until the split, we traveled a lot and did a lot of recreational stuff together. After the divorce, I didn’t see much of him for a while, and my mom was distracted with her career and making sure we would be able to keep our house. As a kid, I didn’t care about living in a big house. I missed going skiing and camping. I used to play video games with him, too. I wanted to live with him, but they both vetoed that. Then my stepdad came into the picture. We didn’t get along, and about ninety percent of that was my fault. He’s a decent guy, but I was still looking for what I’d lost.”
“That’s hard. My dad died when I was sixteen. Cancer. For a long time, I felt like a part of me was missing.” She stroked his side with her fingers. “Then what happened? Why the army?”
“College was out. I didn’t think I could sit in classrooms for another four years. I was too restless. Figured the army would be a cure for restlessness. It was,” he said with a smile in his voice.
“Do you see your family much now?”
“On and off,” he said with a nod. “Holidays. Weddings. The usual.”
“Do you get along with your stepdad?”
“Yeah.”
She smiled. “I’m glad.”
The corner of his mouth curved up.
“What?”
“You’re a shot of sweetness. Tastes good.” He closed his eyes and took a long breath in.
She gave him a soft kiss, a light caress of her lips over his. Then she settled back and closed her eyes too. It had been a long day, but it had ended better than she could’ve imagined.
Chapter Four
The door opened, and Andie looked up, smiling. Jax wore a blue sweater and jeans and looked so gorgeous it nearly took her breath away. She’d been asleep when he went out. He’d left her a note and his cell.
She was wearing a burgundy silk baby doll dress that had been among the clothes he’d brought from her place the night before. His eyes traveled over her body, lingering on her bare legs before he glanced up at her face.
“Hi,” she said, getting up and crossing the distance to him. She tipped her face upward, offering her lips to him.
He bent his head and kissed her.
“Where did you go?”
“My office. Had some business to take care of. Also tracked down your ex. He’s staying in a Days Inn about five miles from here. He booked it for five days, so unless he extends the stay, he’ll be gone in two days.”
“How did you—? How could you find that out?”
“I do private security work and part of that means having a private investigator who looks into people as part of my threat assessment for clients.”
Her eyes widened. “You hired an investigator to find Bill? Was that expensive?” Her mind raced. Her work as a freelance writer didn’t pay enough for her to hire a bodyguard, but she could take some additional assignments to pay Jaxson back for the efforts he’d made for her.
“No added expense. The PI is on retainer, and I didn’t use him much last month.”
“Oh,” she said, relaxing. “But do you normally bill clients for part of the expense of keeping him on retainer?”
“Yeah, but you’re not a normal client.”
She licked her lips and shifted her weight. “I feel like I should pay something…”
“My services cost ten thousand dollars a month minimum.”
Her brows rose. “I can’t afford that. Do you take on cases at a discounted rate?”
“Haven’t so far.”
“So then?”
“Thought we covered the way things are. While you’re staying here, I’m the daddy. Daddies pay for things and take care of their little girls.”
“That would sort of make me a professional submissive,” she said lightly, with a questioning note in her voice. There were other, more offensive words someone might use, but she would try to avoid those.
“Andie?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t get tangled up. What’s between us isn’t business.”
She nodded slowly. He was right. It’s not like they’d bartered services.
“What is between us?” she asked.
“I’ve defined it as deeply as I’m going to.”
“But it’s still temporary, right? I’m just staying here a few days. And then I’ll move out, and we’ll move on?”
He folded his arms across his chest. “I only put two drops of cinnamon oil on the plug last night. Want to find out how six feels?”
She shook her head, although the threat of any punishment made her heart race with more than dread. “I only want to know, so that I don’t misunderstand the situation. Wes sent me a message, and I wasn’t sure how to respond.”
“What was the message?” Jax asked.
“He wanted to know how I was doing and said he was looking forward to seeing me. I guess it was an invitation?”
“Not exactly. Not one requiring you to accept or decline. It’s already settled.”
“What does that mean?”
“He suggested I bring you when I drop by his place to pick up some stuff I had shipped to the club. I said I would.”
It was Andie’s turn to fold her arms across her chest. “That’s not up to you. Look, I’m grateful to you for letting me stay here. And for finding out how long Bill will be in town, but I’m not comfortable being your little girl every hour of the day, especially when we barely know each other.”
He leaned back against the counter, watching her. “You sure?”
“Of what?”
“That you’re not comfortable with letting this play out the way it’s been playing out?”
She shifted and didn’t answer because now that he’d pressed her, she realized she wasn’t sure. Was she enjoying being his little girl? Definitely. Did she want to just be his houseguest without the discipline and sex? Not really. No, she added in her mind emphatically.
“Everything’s moving so fast I can’t wrap my head around it. I feel disoriented.”
“In your place, anyone would.”
She nodded.
“You trusted a guy who wasn’t trustworthy. That would make anyone hesitate. So tell me what you want.”
“I’m not sure I know.”
“Yes, you do. You’re just scared to admit it.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re so cocky.”
“Some would say that’s the best part of me.”
She chuckled, then sighed. “So you want control twenty-four/seven while I’m staying here?”
“To start with, yes.”
“What if I say no? You’ll kick me out?”
He shook his head and strode over to her, taking her arms in his hands. “I’ll keep you here and convince you.” He bent his head and bit her earlobe, then whispered, “And the fact that you’re beautiful in that dress won’t save you from being punished when this conversation is over.”
She drew in a shallow breath, full of apprehension and excitement.
His thumb grazed her nipple through the silky fabric. “Are we done talking?”
“Yes,” she said with a shaky voice.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
* * *
“Get in position. Stalling will earn you more than a spanking, princess.”
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br /> “Like what?” she asked, anxious for more of everything. More flirting, more threats, more Jaxson.
A wicked smirk played on the edge of his lips. “Push and you’ll find out,” he dared her.
She shook her head. It would be smarter to behave and take things slow. She bit her lip and draped herself over his hard thighs.
He raised her slip. “Pretty,” he said, running his finger over her satin panties and down the crease of her buttocks.
She squirmed, the anticipation building.
“Almost as pretty as the ass they’re covering,” he said, sliding them down.
“Oh,” she said with a soft gasp. Just like that, she was bare-bottomed over his lap.
He squeezed each globe until there was a bit of pain from the hard grip. The way he handled her left her breathless.
His hand slapped each globe lightly, then with more force. The heat built very slowly. He paused to run a finger over the warmed cheeks. Then he pinched her on each side, making her suck in a breath. The spanking resumed. She crossed her feet and raised her rump.
“Good girl,” he said. “More it is.” The next blows were harder and landed on areas that were already warm and stinging. “Don’t tighten up.”
She forced herself to relax. The moderate swats caused a slow burn to edge through her. Soon she was panting, partly from discomfort, partly from longing. Her pussy had had an unbearable lust for Jax from the time she’d laid eyes on him. Now with him meting out discipline, she was almost coming undone again.
“Daddy, please. I need you,” she begged, circling her hips.
He swatted each cheek hard. “No talking.”
She whimpered, but he stopped spanking her and instead kneaded her hot ass.
“A little longer. If you’re good, there will be a reward.”
She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.
The next blows landed several times in the same spot on each cheek until her globes were swollen and throbbing. She whimpered, but forced herself to stay in position.
“Very good,” he said in a husky voice. “Take everything off and lie on your back with your legs spread.”
She did as he’d instructed.
He dripped flavored lube on her clit and put a little silicone-capped vibrator against it.