“You are, Daddy!”
“And that means Daddy can fuck his little girl whenever, wherever, and however he wants. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, but—ow! Stop!” she whined when he delivered a third pair of swats to her thighs.
“No. There is no arguing or bargaining. Put your arms behind your back.”
Reluctantly obedient, she moved her arms behind her back, cupping each elbow in the opposite hand. James reached up and tweaked her left nipple, hard enough to make her cry out at the sharp pain. The right nipple received the same rough treatment. Tears filled her eyes and slipped down her cheeks, as much from humiliation as the pain of the actual punishment.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked softly, releasing her tormented nipple.
“Yes, Daddy.” She whimpered at the sting he’d left behind in her thighs and breasts. “I’m sorry.”
“I know, little one.” Dipping his head, he ran his tongue over her nipple, turning her whimpers to moans of pleasure. The tortured peak still throbbed, but the pain only increased the pleasure he lavished on her with his skilled tongue.
When both nipples had been attended to, he pulled her to the edge of the countertop. His hands gripping her hips, he pushed into her. He showed her no mercy as he drove into her, branding her with each forceful thrust.
“Daddy. Please.”
“Please what, little one?”
“I want to come. Please.”
Begging had become second nature to her over the years. In the early days, it had humiliated her, but she’d long since shed her pride over it. It pleased her daddy to hear her beg, and so she begged.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He moved a hand to her mound, pressing against her clit. “Come for Daddy, Livvy. Come for me.”
The simple command was her undoing. Her core clenched, then released painfully, sending liquid fire coursing through her veins. The orgasm was like him—fierce and demanding, owning every last inch of her until she trembled.
“Again, Livvy.”
She whimpered. “Can’t.”
The rough pad of his thumb pressed harder against her clit, making her cry out. It was pleasure so intense it bordered on pain and she caught herself just before she reached for his hand to push him away.
With a knowing smirk, he rubbed circles around the sensitive nub. “You can. Just one more, little one.”
He coaxed her over the edge of reason once more, until she shuddered and sobbed with that odd mixture of pleasure and pain he was so skilled at giving her. It wasn’t long before he followed her over, filling her with one final thrust and emptying himself into her.
Spent, emotionally and physically, she dropped her head to his shoulder. James wrapped his arms around her, cocooning her with the kind of peace and strength she’d so desperately missed over the last few months. It was several long minutes before their breathing slowed enough for her to speak.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Your turn to clean the counter.”
There was a brief pause before his loud, booming laugh filled the kitchen. “That seems fair.”