CHAPTER 6
I open my eyes and smile, and the second I do my tummy fills with taboo and I buck, bringing my knees up to my chest as I hug them tight and try to breathe.
Oh my goodness.
The air feels cool for the first time in days, a gentle breeze drifting toward me from the air-con unit above the bed.
Mr Ledger fucked me last night.He spanked me. He disciplined me. Then he fucked me.
I can still smell his cologne on the sheets and his sweat against my body, the feel of his palm against my ass, and the warmth of his love inside my belly.
Holy fucking shit.
I have never come like that before, and the moment I think about how incredible it felt with his cock fucking me deep inside my pussy I squirm with delight and wriggle with glee… and then I start to panic.
What the hell do I do now?
My eyes flick back and forth as I lie on my back, my knees still tight against my chest. I’m still wearing my nightie from the night before, but I’ve lost my panties altogether. Perhaps he’s taken them as a keepsake. Maybe he’s downstairs somewhere right now, jerking himself off with them wrapped around his cock.
That would be hot.
God, I’m fucked up.
I take a deep staccato breath and hold it.
I am in so much trouble.
I couldn’t function around him yesterday, and that was before he spanked me, fucked me and made me come harder than six white horses round a mountain.
Flick’s words return to me again. I have to pretend that nothing happened. I have to act like my boss didn’t catch me reading his diary entries about how beautiful he thinks my eyes are, and then proceed to punish me with the flat of his palm and fill me with his seed.
I close my eyes.
Sure.
It’ll be easy.
I’ll just head downstairs, take one look at him and become a puddle. It’ll be fine. Harpy can put on her boots and stomp in me until there’s almost nothing left, and then Willow can sweep me into the pool.
Willow. Harpy. Thea.
Oh fuck.
I sit bolt upright.
I’m in his room and my alarm hasn’t gone off.
I grab for my phone and pick it up, and my stomach flips as I see the time.
It’s seven forty-six in the morning.
I’m late.
*
‘Daddy,’ cries Harper as I buck myself awake.
I feel like I’ve been asleep for less than a minute as I try to focus on her. Her eyes are wide with surprise and pure unfiltered joy, and my heart melts. She charges through the sunlit kitchen, barreling toward me so fast and with the kind of blind trust that only a child can muster, so safe in the knowledge that you’ll catch them that they’d leap off a cliff into your arms. I lift her up high and squeeze her into me as she kicks her legs and wraps her arms around me tight.