Now I set the book on the shelf, and I turn around. He crooks his finger, calling me forward, and I move to him. Like a moth to a flame, I can’t stay away from him.
I don’t want to.
I want him.
More of him.
All of him.
I climb on the bed and he pulls me into his lap again. This time, I don’t whine about the pain or the way my ass hurts. I don’t fuss or bitch or do anything except kiss him.
And oh, he kisses me back.
Long, hard, wonderful.
He kisses me over and over again, and I decide right then and there that tonight is going to be the night that I have sex with Aaron Winters.
Chapter Seventeen
Aaron
I didn’t want to spank Mallory.
It wasn’t part of my plan for the evening. It definitely wasn’t something I’d planned on doing like that. I’ve given punishment spankings before, and they’ve never really been something that turns me on, but tonight, she needed it.
I don’t know why, but Mallory needed that boundary. She needed to know where the line was of acceptable behavior. She wanted to know that I care enough to enforce what I say, and she wanted to know that I was willing to stand up to her.
Well, I was.
Now her bottom is a bright red, and she’s probably going to be bruised and sore tomorrow. Talking about bruised and sore, my hand is fucking killing me. I should have used a hairbrush. Then again, I didn’t really want to spank her. One day, probably tomorrow, we’re going to have a hard talk about why she was so mouthy with me. We’re going to discuss why she didn’t calm down, and why she felt the need to push me so hard.
Mallory is wonderful, and so much about tonight is lovely, but she really needed to know that line.
Luckily, when she’s done crying, she seems like she feels much better. She puts the book away, as asked, and then she comes back to me. She climbs into my lap like a damn kitten, and she starts kissing me over and over and over.
This time, Mallory kisses me with purpose, with passion.
She kisses me like she doesn’t want to stop.
She kisses me like she means it, and like nothing else matters to her except this moment between us.
I want Mallory, and I take my time kissing her back, touching her soft dress, and running my hands up and down her thighs. She’s straddling me, and I touch her soft skin over and over as I play with her body, teasing her.
“Princess,” I murmur.
“Daddy.”
“You look so beautiful like this,” I whisper, pulling back to look at her. I hate how turned on I am by her smeared makeup and running mascara, but oh, she looks like a damn goddess right now. Mallory has the look of a woman who is about to make love. There’s a fire in her eyes, and I’m so very glad it’s directed at me.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“I’d like to unbutton your dress,” I tell her.
“Okay,” she agrees easily. She kisses me, and I reach behind her to start unbuttoning the dress. I have no idea how she managed to get into the dress on her own. It’s got about a million buttons, but soon enough, I finish undoing them and I pull the little gown over her head. She’s got a pink lace bra on beneath the dress, and her breasts are up and lovely.
“Beautiful,” I whisper, stroking the tops of her breasts.
“Take my bra off, Daddy,” she says.