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Looking around, she took a step backward. There were houses on either side of them, but the deck was fairly secluded. And there was nobody on the beach. With a grin, she sank to her knees and reached for his belt.

“Someone’s feeling naughty.”

“I just want to show my daddy how much I appreciate him.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to stop you.”

Laughing, she pulled the belt free and unsnapped his khakis. By the time she pulled his cock from his pants, he was rock hard. Lowering her head, she sucked just the tip between her parted lips. When he groaned in appreciation, she opened her mouth and took him in as deep as he would go.

“Fuck. That feels amazing, baby. Don’t stop.”

She had no intentions of stopping until she’d swallowed every last drop. He’d taught her how to please him early on, and she used that knowledge to her advantage. Running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, she looked up and met his hungry gaze. Keeping her eyes on him, she opened her mouth and took all of him inside of her mouth. She focused on relaxing and breathing through her nose even as her throat spasmed around his cock. His hand gripped her hair when she held him there for a count of one, two, three.

“Goddamn, Livvy.”

There was nothing more powerful in her world than the knowledge that she could bring him such pleasure. Just her. There was nobody else, and there would never be anybody else, who would give him this. She savored that feeling as she sucked and licked him almost to completion.

“Close your eyes.”

The gruff order was immediately followed by his hand tightening in her hair, and his cock sliding free from her mouth. Even knowing what was coming, she obeyed. Moments later, her cheeks were splattered with a hot, sticky liquid.

“You look so pretty with Daddy’s cum all over your face, little one. Open your eyes.”

She looked up at him, and his grin was worth every bit of stickiness coating her face. “I really like this house, Daddy.”

He laughed and helped her to her feet. “Me too, little one. Let’s get you cleaned up and we can go to dinner.”

* * *

An hour later, shewas clean and fresh again, and dressed to kill. James had packed one of his favorite dresses, a short pink number that left little to the imagination. Studying herself in the mirror, Olivia tugged on the hem of the dress, turning side to side and picking out all of her flaws.

“I can’t wear this. I’ve gained like fifty pounds since I bought it.”

“You have not.” His image, as handsome as the day they met, joined hers in the reflection. “You look incredible.”

“I look like a whale.”

As soon as the words left her lips, she knew she was going to regret them. In the mirror, she watched his eyes harden, and that telltale muscle tic in his jaw.

“Olivia Jane Monroe. What did you just say?”

Shit. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean it.”

“Bend over. You know the rule.”

“But Daddy, I said I was sorry!”

“Am I the person you’re supposed to be apologizing to? Bend over.”

Pouting, she bent at the waist and placed her hands on her knees. She lifted her eyes to meet her own gaze in the mirror, then looked up to where he was standing behind her. A soft whimper escaped as he slowly removed the thick leather encircling his waist. “Do I have to do this?” she whined. “It’s silly.”

“It’s not silly. You know I don’t allow anyone to talk about my wife that way, including my wife.”

She watched, helpless, as he lifted his folded belt and snapped it against her bottom three times in quick succession.

“Apologize.”

Resigned to her fate, she shifted her attention back to her own reflection. “I’m sorry I called you a whale.” Mirror Olivia winced when the belt cracked against her bottom another three times. “I’m sorry I called you a whale.” The final three had tears stinging her eyes. “I’m sorry I called you a whale,” she whispered.


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