He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting her to choose. Maybe a cheesy romantic comedy or even a kid’s movie since she seemed to be slipping in and out of her personal version of Little space all day. But after dinner was finished and the dishes cleaned up, he found himself sitting on the couch with Julia curled up beside him, giggling madly at the antics of Monty Python.
Despite her improved mood, he couldn’t help but think something still felt…off. As if there was some deep, dark secret she was keeping from him.
And he didn’t like it one bit.
When the women on screen all began demanding spankings, he glanced down at the woman tucked up under his arm. Pink color tinged her cheeks and her thighs shifted slightly, as if she was trying to alleviate a burgeoning need.
“Legs apart, little one.”
Julia froze, her eyes still glued to the screen, legs still pressed tightly together. “Sir?”
“Spread your legs, Julia. Now.”
Without looking away from the tv, she obeyed with a soft whimper, letting her thighs fall open. Shifting her so she was partially lying across his lap, Owen slipped one hand into the pink, frilly nightgown he’d chosen for her after dinner. Her small, firm breast fit perfectly in his hand, and he let out a low hum of approval at the soft gasp that left her lips.
“Does it turn you on, babygirl? The idea of all those women getting their naughty bottoms spanked?” Without releasing his hold on her breast, he moved his other hand between her thighs, running the tip of his finger along the edge of her underwear. In a moment of weakness, he’d given in to her imploring stare when she’d asked to be allowed to wear them to bed. “Does it make your panties wet to think of all those red, hot bottoms? Do you wish you were one of those women, baby? Submitting to some random knight in shining armor, atoning for all your sins?”
“N-no…”
Pushing the simple cotton to the side, Owen slid a finger inside of her, grinning when her slick muscles clamped down around his digit. “Really? Then why is your sweet little pussy so wet?”
“I don’t know, Daddy.”
“My mistake, then.” With an exaggerated sigh, he pulled his fingers from her and adjusted her panties back into position.
“Hey!” Twisting around, Julia glared up at him. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I thought you were turned on, so I was going to help you out. But since you’re not, I guess we’ll just watch the movie.” It took every bit of willpower he had not to burst into laughter at the outrage on her face.
“That’s not…” Scowling, she huffed out an annoyed breath. “I didn’t mean it.”
“So, you lied to Daddy?”
Even though they’d turned out the lights, he saw the way her eyes widened. The flickers of fear and excitement danced in the brown. “Sorta,” she admitted softly, her breath hitching when his fingers tightened on her nipple.
“Lying is very naughty, Julia. I guess you’ll just have to go to bed with a wet, needy little pussy tonight.”
“Daddy, no!”
God, he would never tire of those words from her lips. Or of the hungry, pleading look in her eyes as she silently begged for release. “Do you want Daddy to make you come, babygirl?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then you’re going to have to show Daddy how sorry you are for lying.”
It was fascinating, watching her mind work around the problem until her eyes lit with understanding and the corners of her lips curled up. “Yes, Daddy,” she replied without a hint of repentance, her voice practically a purr.
Sliding from the couch, she arranged herself on her knees in front of him and reached for the button on his jeans. The slight brush of her fingers across his already aching cock nearly unmanned him. If he didn’t get her to slow down, this was going to be an embarrassingly short lesson on his part.
When she pulled his cock free from his pants, he fisted a hand in her hair, yanking her head back so she was forced to look up at him. “What do you have to say for yourself, babygirl?”
A shiver ran through her at his words, and her breathing turned ragged. Punishments, real or pretend, were what got his little girl’s motor going. Could she be any more perfect for him?
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“What are you sorry for, Julia?”
“I’m sorry I lied.”