“Yeah, I heard. Uh huh. No, I totally agree. Rain check. Monday night? Hang on.”
She moved the phone and covered the microphone with her hand. “I was supposed to have dinner with Shannon tonight. I forgot to ask with... everything. Can I go out Monday?”
“I don’t see why not. But take a ride share and you have a three-drink limit.”
Her face fell into a familiar pout. “Three? Really, James?”
He raised an eyebrow, sending what he hoped was a clear message. Since she sighed and didn’t argue further, he assumed the message was received.
She put the phone back to her ear. “Hey. What? No, I’m not in trouble.” Her cheeks turned bright pink at whatever Shannon was teasing her about. “Just making sure we didn’t have plans. I can do Monday. Want to meet me at the office and we can share a ride? Okay. See you then.”
When she’d ended the call, James tugged on her arm. “Come here, Olivia.”
She cringed but obeyed and straddled his lap. Cupping her bottom cheeks, he squeezed, pleased when she yelped. Her marks from the night before must have still been tender.
“Do good girls argue with their daddies about rules?”
Her cheeks, which hadn’t yet lost their color, darkened further. “No, Daddy. But three drinks isn’t a lot!”
“I know. And if I were going with you, it would be different. Three drinks is enough to have fun but still be aware of your surroundings.”
“But Shannon is going to have way more than three,” she whined.
Shannon. He really liked Shannon, but she had a habit of getting his girl in trouble. One of the worst punishments she’d gotten in the last couple of years had been thanks to a shopping spree inspired by Shannon and a few too many drinks.
“Even more reason for you to keep your wits about you. Three drinks are plenty, little one.”
She sighed heavily, but nodded. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Turn around, but keep your position.”
Despite her obvious confusion, she shifted so she was still straddling his lap, but with her back to him.
“Lean back,” he said, pleased when she again followed his instructions without question.
When she was situated just how he wanted her, he cupped her breast with his left hand and ran his right down her torso to the band of her yoga pants.
He toyed with her quickly hardening nipple, drinking in her gasps and whimpers as he plucked and tortured the sensitive peak. His right hand dipped under the waistband of her pants to find her wet and ready.
“Good little girls,” he whispered, sliding his fingers through her slick folds, “who listen to their daddies,” he drew out her honey and pressed against her clit, eliciting a long moan from her, “get rewarded. You want your reward, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words were nearly lost on a gasp. She rocked her hips against his hand, her bottom rubbing against his cock with every movement until he was rock hard beneath her. As uncomfortable as he was, this moment was about her. He wanted her safe, which meant she needed to follow the rules he set in place.
Punishments weren’t the only way to encourage little girls to obey their daddies.
“That’s my girl. Come whenever you’re ready, Livvy.”
Murmuring praise and encouragement in her ear, he continued to tweak and tease her nipple while he stroked her clit. In no time at all, she shuddered, her body bucking against his hand as she rode out her orgasm. He knew her body as well as his own, and he used that knowledge to pull every ounce of pleasure from her until she lay limp in his arms, her chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths.
“Good girl.”
Her head rolled to the side and she grinned. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“My pleasure, little one. Ready for your movie?”
“Mmhmm.”
Chuckling, James reached for the remote. He left her where she was, snuggled on his lap while they watched her movie.