He growls as he comes after me.
I run to the bathroom and hide behind the door, my heart pounding heavily.
“Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished, baby girl. I will find you, when I do, you will be punished.”
A thrill runs through my entire core as I wait for him to find me. He walks into the bathroom and opens the shower door. As he prepares to walk back out of the bathroom, his dark eyes connect with mine, and he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip. He growls and grabs me, tossing my body over his shoulder. Carrying me into the bedroom, he tosses me on the bed, and undoes my jeans without a word. He yanks them down my legs.
He rubs his nose against my panties and groans.
“Turn over.”
I shake my head, and he raises an eyebrow, “Baby girl. Do you want me to get the belt?”
My eyes go wide, and I turn over.
He peels my panties down to my feet and runs his fingers up my legs and to my ass.
“So beautiful. So bad. And mine.”
I moan, the anticipation is killing me. I love Liam like this. Of course, I love it when he is sweet and romantic. But when he dominates me, I think I love that even more. There’s something very powerful about him, the way he takes me and uses me for his pleasure. It never gets old.
He hits my right ass cheek.
Automatically, I count, “One.”
Slap, “Two.”
He undoes his belt and pulls his pants down.
He hits me again and then bites my ass. I gasp.
“We don’t have long before our appointment, so this is going to be fast.”
He grabs my hips holding me off the bed slightly, and slams into me.
“Oh God.”
“Fuck yes, baby girl. Come for me.”
He keeps pounding into me so hard I see stars. “Daddy! Ahhh,” I cry out, probably sounding ridiculous as my orgasm consumes me.
Placing his hand on the back of my neck, he holds me down as he empties himself inside me.
He groans, and it’s such a delicious sound.
“Get cleaned up. She’ll be here soon.”
I stand and turn around, and he kisses me sweetly.
“I love you,” he says, pulls up his pants, and walks out of the bedroom. I head to the bathroom to get ready for the meeting with the social worker. I’m out of my mind nervous about this meeting. If we are denied for being Ivy’s foster parents, I will be so heartbroken. To say the last year has been difficult would be putting it mildly. Everything has just been hard. The one bright spot has been Liam and Ivy. My happiness requires both of them. And this Melinda Stewart woman from CPS has my heart in her hands.
Once I’m dressed, I sit on the bed, lost in my thoughts, trying to talk myself through what’s going to happen.
Liam comes in and sits beside me.
“She’s here, baby girl.”
He pulls me into his arms and kisses my head. “It’s going to be okay, Mercy. I promise.”