I push the anger to the back of my head to deal with it later and instantly a smirk covers my face. Slowly I crack each of the knuckles on my hand as I march right to the door to the storage room and slam the handle down and put my shoulder into it, sending it flying back against the wall.
Stepping across the threshold my eyes scan the room, looking for the little girl who needs to be taught to obey. But first I kick the door shut behind me and lock it. No interruptions and I’m not letting anyone see my angel in this condition.
I need to build trust and that starts by allowing her to be herself, in all ways, in front of me…her Daddy.
In that way, I’m going to ease her into things, but that’s the only way. In all others, she’s mine, the way I want. As much as I want to offer her slow and gentle, there’s ju
st no way. She wants this just as much as I do, but I’m still going to confirm it one last time.
And once I do there truly is no going back.
“Where are you?” I growl.
“Here?” a mousy reply comes back.
I move swiftly around some storage racks and then immediately freeze in my tracks. The small window allowing in just enough light to illuminate her perfect little body. Her hands aren’t pressed against the wall, and she’ll have to answer for that, but she’s actually done me one better. She’s got a white-knuckle grip around the thick, metal, storage rack bars and those shorts that are tiny enough to double as a dishrag are down at her ankles like I ordered, her ass completely bare for me.
My heart jackknifes in my chest and my cock thumps against the inside of my pants, threatening to pierce the thick denim and cotton that’s keeping it from her.
My nostrils flare and a rumbling in my throat comes out of nowhere, the feral beast inside me needing to be fed.
Wasting no more time, I move toward Jewel, fisting those short, dark locks in one hand and yank her head back in one motion.
“Little girl, I’m about to show you what happens when you don’t obey your Daddy. Actions have consequences and those consequences look like this, and more if you continue to disobey. Do you understand me?”
She tries to twist her head more to get a better look at me, but I don’t allow it, keeping my fist firmly gripping her fruity-scented locks.
“It’s not my fault! I can’t control what those guys do and I need to pay my bills.”
Dammit. She has a point, but I’m not about to allow any excuses to slide through my shield of armor and pierce the need I have for her inside. She’s not getting off the hook, or out of my grasp this time. Being reasonable isn’t in the cards today, sweetheart.
“I don’t want to hear any more of that nonsense. As your Daddy, I support you in all ways.” I pause. “But what I do want to hear is you letting Daddy know that you want this as much as he does. Tell him that you want him to punish you when you’re a bad girl, and you have been a very bad girl. Tell him you want his hand on your ass, disciplining you as he guides you in the right direction, helps you make better choices. And most importantly, tell Daddy that after the pain you want him to give you the kind of pleasure you couldn’t even dream of.”
I watch as her head moves forward as much as I allow as she swallows hard, her lips staying open but no words coming out.
“Tell me, dammit!” I can’t wait another second to get the confirmation I need to take this further, not that I have any clue in the world what I’d do if she told me no. All I know is that before this goes any further, before what we have really starts, and is it ever fucking ready to pop off like fireworks on the Fourth of July, I need her to cosign on this, as an adult…even though she’s about to become my little girl, forever.
I need to hear those words of affirmation before I hear her scream out my name, and in this case, I’m not talking about the name I was given at birth. I’m talking about the name I will earn each and every day, with love, discipline, and affection.
“Tell me!” I command once more.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly, the need in her single word selection very much apparent.
Releasing her hair I step back and to the side, the sound of my boots on the cold floor beneath us the only sound in this vast room other than her ragged breathing, and the grunts coming from deep within my chest.
I slide my boot between her feet and give a little tap to the inside of each foot, just signaling those ankles to slide open wider so I can do what I need to do.
“They won’t go any wider. My shorts,” she protests, but she’s right.
I lean down, running my hands along the outside of her ass and down the length of her legs, smelling her scent and taking in the sight of that tight little pussy which is dripping with need for me. My mouth literally waters as I slide a shoulder in underneath her ass, serving as a chair as I lift her feet up and off the ground, untying her shoes and tossing them to the side and then sliding off her shorts and doing the same.
But I keep her little panties, balling them up and bringing them to my face as I carefully settle her feet on the ground, spread wide, and I stand. I breathe in deep and tip my head back and howl like a fucking wolf ready to mate.
And that’s exactly what I do, but not here and not now. Her first time doesn’t deserve to be like this. I’m not about to pull my cock out and ram it behind her in the back of a Starbucks wannabe. Hell no, I’m giving her the princess treatment she deserves, when we get there.
But right now she’s still my naughty little girl, and that doesn’t demand anything regal, but it does demand that I be rough with her.
I stand, placing her panties in my pocket and bring my hand back in one motion before swinging it forward connecting with that firm ass of hers, yet it still jiggles underneath my palm.