A rumble sounds in his chest. “You're not walking out of this house dressed like that. I don't give a fuck where you're going.”
I glance back at him in disinterest. “Yes, I am, Jay. But if you're so concerned, you're more than welcome to come with me.”
I turn to walk away, but he makes a feral sound, and I'm suddenly spun around. His big hands land on my shoulders, and his gray eyes blaze down at me. “You little brat. I'm going to do what I should have done last night.”
Before I can say or do anything, he pulls me over to the counter and sits abruptly on the barstool, yanking me into his lap and bending me over his knee. I gasp and cling to his leg as he tugs down my bikini bottoms and plants a hard smack right on my ass.
I yelp in shock at the sting, but his hand smooths over my bottom, rubbing away the pain. He smacks my ass again and rubs away the sting.
It's degrading. It's humiliating.
And I love it.
I moan as wetness gushes between my thighs.
“Is this what you wanted?” He smacks my ass again and soothes my hot skin.
His hard erection pokes into my side, and I moan deeper as my head falls forward. I push my ass out, anticipating another slap.
He doesn't disappoint me. I bite my lip to hold in my moan this time.
His breath comes out in labored pants as he marvels, “You like this, don't you?”
I can’t answer.
He lifts my chin and bends to look at me, prompting me for an answer. “Don't you, princess?”
I close my eyes in shame. “Yes.”
He groans and delivers another stinging slap before soothing it away. The fifth slap is what finally does it. I burst into tears, and quick as a flash, he has me sitting across his lap, gathering me into his arms.
“Sshh,” he hushes me as he runs his fingers through my hair and along my back. I cling to him, sobbing into his neck, though I don't know why I'm breaking down like this. I'm not upset or angry with him. I just feel so much. I can't contain it all.
He seems to understand because he strokes me and whispers words of praise into my ear. “Such a perfect little princess. You make Daddy so proud.”
He soothes me until my tears are spent. When I finally raise my head, Jay is looking down at me tenderly. He cups my face and strokes his thumb over my cheek. “Feel better?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Will you kiss me, Daddy?”
He makes a choked sound as he stares down at me. I lick my lips, praying he won’t shut us down now. His eyes move to my lips, and he descends upon me. He fists his hands in my hair as he angles my head and plunders my mouth hungrily like a beast let out of his cage.
I sigh and melt into him.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my lips. “Can't fight it anymore. Want you. Need you.”
“I need you too, Daddy,” I whisper against his lips.
Like last night, that word seems to detonate something inside him. He shoves his tongue inside my mouth and growls into the kiss. His growl rumbles into my chest and sets my soul on fire.
“Going to give you what you want, baby doll. You've been aching for Daddy's dick since I brought you into this house, haven’t you?”
I moan and wrap my arms around his neck. He trails kisses along my jaw and to the side of my neck, where he licks and sucks. I've never had a hickey before, and I know everyone at school will tease me about it, but I don't give a fuck. I'll wear Jay’s marks with pride.
Jay. Daddy.
Jay pushes my bikini bottoms off and unsnaps the back of my bandeau top bikini. It falls to the floor between us, and Jay pulls down his shorts. His thick erection springs out and bobs in the air. I stare at it in awe before reaching down and tentatively stroking it. I gasp. It amazes me how it's so hard yet so velvety soft.
Jay throws his head back and moans as he grabs my hand and pulls me gently down onto his lap.