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  Leave her alone, Ronan.

  You wore the poor little girl out last night.

  A grin tugs at my lips as I run my finger along her arm as she sleeps. Her plump lips are parted and her dark lashes fan across her apple cheeks. I need to get up and shower to go into the office, but I can’t fucking take my eyes off her.

  Bruises made from my mouth color her creamy neck, filling me with male, possessive pride. She’ll have a helluva time covering that shit up. Everyone will know she’s been claimed.

  Her eyes flutter open and when she sees me, she smiles. “Morning.” The sexy rasp of her voice makes my dick really fucking hard.

  “Morning, sweetheart.”

  She tentatively strokes her fingers down my hard abs toward my dick that’s been eager all morning, but I stop her with my words.

  “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warn.

  Her hand stills and she cocks a brow. “I was planning on finishing.”

  “I fucked you raw last night, Sof. Trust me, you need to let your pretty little pussy rest.”

  “Maybe I like it raw,” she sasses.

  “You don’t know what you like.” I challenge her with a lifted brow. “Trust me to look after you.”

  Her blue eyes flare. “I can look after myself.”

  “Keep it up…”

  She presses her lips together. “Keep it up…or what?”

  I know she likes being a good little girl, but sometimes good girls like to be bad.

  “Or I’ll take my belt to your ass,” I say in a deep, throaty growl. “Redden it up and make you cry. Teach you what happens when you sass me about your well-being. I’ve been around long enough to know what a girl like you needs and when she needs it.”

  “Maybe I’m different,” she argues, continuing to run that beautiful mouth of hers.

  “Fuck yes, you’re different, but the rules still apply.”

  Ignoring me, she sits up and slides her leg over my lap to straddle me. “See? I’m fine.”

  Reaching between us, I push a finger into her. The stubborn girl winces but refuses to acknowledge the fact she’s been overly fucked and needs a damn rest. I pull my finger out and show her.

  “See how dry this finger is?”

  “I don’t care,” she says, pouting. “I can handle a little pain.”

  Gripping her hips, I toss her aside and climb out of the bed. Her blue eyes flash with panic, as though she’s actually pissed me off. No, her defying me turns me the fuck on.

  “A little pain, hmmm?” I taunt as I walk over to my discarded slacks. Bending over, I pull my belt from the hoops. “Good, because you’ve earned this pain fair and square.”

  I sit on the edge of the bed and fold the belt in half. With a playful swat, I hit her thigh over the covers. “Lie across my lap, little badass.”

  “You’re really going to whip me?” she asks, her voice slightly trembling with horror and shock.

  “I really am, Sof. You asked for it. Practically begged for it. It’s okay to be a bad girl sometimes too. My dick certainly seems to think so.”

  She slowly crawls toward me. “Will I cry?”

  My grin is wolfish. “You might.”

  “Then what?”

  “Then I’ll make it all better.”

  She tentatively slides her body across my thighs. Tiny little thing weighs nothing. Her tits hang down and her round ass is ripe for the taking. My dick is sandwiched between her ribs and my stomach. Each time she wriggles against it, I suppress a groan.

  “Stay still,” I command, swatting her ass softly.

  Her body freezes.

  “You really are a good girl,” I murmur. “How many swats do you think you deserve since it’s your first time for misbehaving?”

  She wiggles again. “I don’t know. One?”

  A laugh rumbles from me. “One? You know better than that, sweetheart. How about one swat for every time I fucked your sore little pussy last night.”

  “Four,” she breathes.

  “Four,” I agree. “I must warn you, I have a heavy hand.”

  “What if I can’t take it?”

  “You can because you’re strong,” I tell her fiercely. “But in the event you can’t, we can have a safe word. My ultimate goal is to take care of you. It’s why you’re getting punished in the first place. Because you wouldn’t let me take care of you.” I run the leather down between her thighs toward her knees and then back up again toward her ass crack. “Go on, let me know the safe word.”

  “Ummm, stop?”

  I chuckle. “You can do better than that.”

  “Kinky bastard?”

  “That’s two, but I like it.” I stroke my finger down her spine. “Ready?”

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  Rather than whipping her with the folded belt, I straighten it and fist the buckle. Then, I wrap the length around my fist to shorten it and clutch onto another section of the belt. It leaves a nice foot’s worth of length to use. Her right cheek will bear the brunt of this whipping because of our position. I’ll switch it up next time.

  There’s always a next time.

  Without any more warning, I strike down on her ass cheek. She screams out in horror, her body straightening at the pain of it.

  “Ow! Ronan! That hurt!” I can hear the emotion in her voice. A slight tremble. The shock of me actually carrying through with the punishment.

  Whap!

  This time when I strike her cheek beside the last red stripe mark, she makes a choked sound and tries to climb off me. I grip her hip and squeeze it.

  “You have a safe word. Use it, Sof, if you need it. But if you don’t need it, then I suggest you keep your ass right here and take the punishment you earned.”

  “You hit me harder than I expected.” She pouts.

  “Was I supposed to go easy on you?” I challenge. “If I went easy, it wouldn’t make me a good, firm daddy, now would it?”

  Whap!

  A sob escapes her. Her ass cheek is bright red from her whippings. I pause, ready to give her the out she needs. When she doesn’t say her safe word, I strike her one last time, hard. Her entire body quakes as she breaks down in tears. I toss the belt and twist her around to where she’s sitting in my lap. She winces at the pain of her ass against my thigh. Hugging her to me, I kiss the top of her head and stroke her hair.

  “I really am a kinky bastard,” I tell her, my voice soft. “I’m not sure how I came to be this way.”

  Her crying softens as she listens, seemingly eager to know more about me.

  “You know, my mom died when I was a young man, and I had to raise my brother Ren. I was no longer a big brother, but his caretaker. Much like a father. And now I’m technically his boss. It’s ingrained in me to want to control things for the ones I care about. I only have their best interest at heart.”

  “And me?” she whimpers. “You care about me?”

  “From the moment I saw you.”

  “Why?”

  “Something about your personality called to mine. You want to be taken care of. Not like how your brother does it, but for someone to really care for you with no strings attached.” I kiss her head again. “It makes me happy to make you happy. It’s as simple as that. The kink part of it in the bedroom is hot as fuck, but this is a lifestyle for me. Something that goes beyond the bedroom and is engrained in who I am. If the spanking was too much or you’re not sure you like it, tell me upfront, sweetheart. Don’t let our hearts get tangled first and then leave me hanging later.”

  “It hurt.” The pout in her voice does nothing to help the state of my cock. In fact, it twitches against her.

  “It was meant to. All lessons hurt in some way.”

  “I really wanted you to make love to me again,” she whispers. “I didn’t expect to be so sore from having sex.”

  I chuckle, squeezing her to me. “It’s not your fault I last so damn long. When you’re my age, you learn to control when you come and can draw that
need out longer. It’s also not your fault that my cock’s so big.”

  She laughs but doesn’t argue. “So you still want me? You just didn’t want to hurt me?”

  “Of course I fucking want you,” I rumble. “And if you had been a good girl, I would have told you we had other ways to play—ways to please us both. But you were stubborn and wanted your way. It doesn’t work like that in this relationship.”

  “So you get to boss me around?” The sass is back in her voice.

  “I get to take care of you. You will allow me to because it gets me off and makes me happy. I like taking care of you. Being cared for gets you off and makes you happy. We’re two parts of a whole…a little incomplete on our own.”

  She turns her head up to look at me. “You’ve done this before, though. The whole daddy thing. Am I just another…” Her nose scrunches as she bites on her bottom lip, worry shimmering in her blue eyes.

  “Another what?”

  “Another little girl with daddy issues? Someone for you to fix?”

  I roll my eyes at her. “I don’t fix people and move on. I am like any other human being out there—searching for someone to fill voids within me. When I saw you, certain holes that always remain unfilled were brimming with light. I fucking needed you like I needed air. Understand, sweetheart? You’re different and I knew it even before you opened your mouth and sang like an angel.” I kiss her pouty mouth. “I’d be stupid not to pounce on something so perfect. Maybe that makes me greedy and selfish. I call it seeing what you want and fucking taking it.”

  Her lips curl into a smile. “So I’m not a fling? Because I totally screwed things up with my brother to take this chance with you.”

  I brush her hair from her face. “Your brother will come back around. If he’s anything like my brother, he’ll be pissed for a bit but then come crawling back with his tail between his legs. You two will patch shit up. In the meantime, you’ll stay with me.”

  She widens her innocent, blue eyes. “Like live here?”

  “Yes,” I growl, my dick achingly hard at the prospect of having her in my bed every night.

  “That’s fast, isn’t it?”

  “Is there an instruction manual on these things I missed reading? A time limit set by the government? Did someone tell you that you must date someone a certain amount of time before it’s allowable to move in with him?”

  She snorts. “Who’s the sassy one now?

  “I think we call it being an arrogant prick, but sassy is cute.” I waggle my brows at her. “I’m not always stern and making rules. I can have fun too.”

  A brilliant smile spreads across her face. “I’ve had more fun in the past few days since I met you than I’ve had in my entire life.”

  “To be fair,” I tease, “your life was kind of boring to begin with.”

  “Hey now,” she grumbles, still grinning.

  “I have to go into the office later, but first, I want to do to you what I planned on doing before you started trying to run this show.” I smirk at her. “Who’s in control here, sweetheart?”

  “You,” she says breathily.

  “And who am I?”

  Her cheeks burn pink. “Daddy.”

  “Lie back on the pillows while I get what I need,” I instruct.

  She crawls away onto the bed, seemingly eager to escape my intense stare. Once she’s settled, I walk over to the end table and pull out the lube. Then, I make my way across the bed on my knees and then sit on my haunches. I settle between her legs and spread them. Her cunt is bright red and slightly swollen like I knew it would be. Setting the lube down, I grip her hips and drag her up my thighs so her pelvis is tilted up toward me.

  “What are you doing?” she breathes.

  “I’m going to get you feeling much better and soon.”

  I open the cap on the lube and squirt out a heap of it on her lower stomach. She hisses at the coldness of it. After I close the bottle and toss it, I flatten out my hands and rub my palms through the lube. Her breath hitches when I slide my palms up along her ribcage and then massage her gorgeous tits. I take the time to lube up her nipples with my thumbs until they’re hard, dark pink nubs. Then, I slide my palms down her flat stomach to right above her pussy. Her hips tilt up, seeking my touch there, but I purposefully ignore that place. Instead, I slide my lubed hands along the apex of her thighs and then down her upper legs to her knees. She whines when I run them over her hips and then around to her backside. I grip her right cheek extra hard, making her wince, before sliding back around to the front.

  “Ronan,” she whimpers. “Please.”

  I smirk as I tease my thumbs along her red pussy lips, gently, and then I’m back to massaging her thighs. Her tits jiggle more frantically with each eager breath she takes.

  “Your nipples need attention, Sof. I want to see you pulling at them.”

  She bites on her lip, a shy flush creeping up her neck. But she obeys because she’s fucking perfect. Her thumb and finger of each hand pinch each nipple as she tugs. To reward her, I brush my thumb over her clit. Briefly. A moan escapes her.

  “Harder, sweetheart. I want to see how hard you can pull them.”

  Her blue eyes darken with lust as she pulls them up.

  “Don’t let go,” I instruct. “Pull as hard as you can until you think you can’t take it anymore.”

  She winces in pain but does as she’s told. When her helpless blue eyes lock with mine, I grin wickedly at her.

  “Now twist them.”

  Panic flashes in her eyes, but then her wrists swivel with the motion. Her back arches up off the bed. I find her clit with my thumb and rub firm circles on it.

  “Can I let go?” she whines.

  “No,” I growl. “I want you to keep it up until I tell you to stop.”

  Another whimper.

  My pointer finger joins my thumb and I roll her clit between the two digits, not unlike how she’s twisting her own nipples. I tug hard twice in a row, before rolling the throbbing nub again. I repeat this action until she’s writhing uncontrollably with need.

  “Please,” she begs. “It hurts.”

  I chuckle, not giving in, and push her thigh up toward her to open her cunt to me. It glistens with her arousal. While I pinch and pull at her clit, I use my knuckles on my other hand to tease along her slit that slightly parts for me. It’s red and sore looking, so I’m gentle with her. I never enter her pussy, simply make her body beg for it.

  “You can take a break,” I tell her.

  She releases her tits and breathes heavily, awaiting my next instruction.

  “Do your clit now,” I command. “Like I taught you.”

  Her brows furrow together, but she snakes her hand down her stomach. She tenderly touches the nub and begins mimicking my actions. I pick up the lube and uncap it. Our eyes meet when I pour a healthy amount on her pussy and let some run down her crack. She uses the lubricant to rub at her clit, her fingers moving quickly and eagerly.

  I smack at her hand. “I didn’t say get yourself off, sweetheart. I said to pinch your clit. Pull on it. Make it hurt.”

  She glowers at me. Sassy fucking girl. At least she obeys. When she goes back to torturing herself, I rub the lube all over her cunt and even ease my thumb inside of her. The dirty girl clenches around it and lifts her hips as to fuck it, but I pull it out before she can find too much pleasure in it.

  “Straddle my thighs and get back to work,” I growl, smacking her cunt again.

  Her eyes flare with lust and she sits up quickly. Once her legs are spread on my thighs and my throbbing dick is bouncing eagerly between us, she slides her fingers back down to abuse her clit. I rub her sore ass, spreading the lube all over her ass cheeks. She flinches when my finger slides along her crack.

  “How do you feel about anal?”

  Her body trembles. “I’ve never done it.”

  “Do you want to one day?”

  “Y-Yes, I think.”

  “It’ll take some prep work, b
ut we can try it,” I murmur, kissing her shoulder as I tease her asshole with my finger. “I love anal, sweetheart. And would give anything to put my cock inside you there one day.”

  “I want you to,” she murmurs.

  “You know the safe word.”

  Slowly, I push into the tight ring of her ass, inching my finger inside of her. She whimpers, tightening around me. With my free hand, I slap her sore ass cheek hard.

  “Relax,” I bark out, nipping at her shoulder.

  “Ohhh,” she whines.

  “Keep pinching that clit, sweetheart. If you want to get nice and juicy to ride my dick, you need to obey me.”

  “Okay, Ronan.”

  “No,” I growl. “You can do better than that.”

  “Daddy,” she breathes. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I smile against her shoulder and kiss the flesh. “Good, good girl, Sofina.”

  She lets out a sharp cry when I start fucking her ass with my finger. “It burns.”

  “It’s supposed to,” I tell her. “That’s what makes it feel so forbidden and taboo. Like I’m not supposed to be there.”

  Another whimper.

  “But I’m there, aren’t I? I don’t care what the rules are, I’m there and you’ll learn to like it, won’t you?”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  “I’m going to slide another finger in there to stretch you out a bit. It’s okay to cry, beautiful. Remember your safe word and I’ll take my fingers out.” I lick her salty skin. “It’s okay to get yourself off now. Rub it until you come and then keep rubbing, baby. I want you to come as many times as you can.”

  Her hand massages between us as she does as she’s told. While she’s distracted, I ease another finger into her ass. She’s tight as fuck here and one day I’ll go fucking crazy being able to slide in and out of it until I fill her up.

  “Ow,” she whimpers.

  “Ow isn’t a safe word,” I remind her.

  I grip her sore ass cheek, spreading her open more to accommodate both fingers. I press them inside as far as they’ll go, rotating them in a semicircle to stretch her tiny hole.

  “Oh, God!” she cries out, shuddering. Her hand flies to my shoulder as she clutches onto me tightly enough to break the skin. I continue to fuck her ass with my two fingers as she rides her orgasm right into another one. When her fingers stop moving, I growl.