Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“Let’s discuss them. Do you have anything that is a negative trigger for these items… Spanking? Standing in the corner? Writing lines? Wearing a reminder in your bottom? Orgasm denial?”
Isla squirmed at the thought of Daddy putting a plug in her bottom as she focused on the last thing he’d said. “What’s that last one? You won’t make love to me?” she asked.
“I’ll make love to you, but you won’t be allowed to orgasm in that form of punishment.”
“That doesn’t seem fair. You get to come.”
“I’m not being punished,” he answered.
“Do I get to punish you?” she pushed back.
“No. With the responsibility of being your Daddy comes certain powers. The ability to reward or punish you is one.”
She had to admit that he was taking on a lot by working to keep her safe. Isla decided not to argue with that but chose to ask, “Rewards?”
“Definitely. You’ll have to decide what rewards mean the most to you. Going diving? Fun with the Littles? Date night?”
“Just the two of us?” she seized on that last one. The other two he’d mentioned were no-brainers.
“Just the two of us,” he promised.
“I’d like that.”
“I would, too.”
Isla looked down at the mostly blank page and back up at Caesar. “There’s really nothing to write down, is there?”
“The important piece is us discussing things and you asking questions when you have them,” Caesar added. “Let’s get ready for bed. You can think about this, and we’ll talk about it whenever you wish.”
Her mind whirled. Isla squeezed her thighs together. She was so wet just talking about him being in control. Distracted, she missed seeing him lean forward and squeaked with surprise as he scooped her out of her chair, carried her to the couch, and settled her on his lap. Melting against his hard chest, Isla laid her head on his shoulder. She realized she hadn’t thought about the men in the boat who’d been watching them dive or the map since dinner. He’d taken that worry away for her. Isla had no doubt that he would put himself in harm’s way to keep her safe. No one had ever cared about her that much.
“You’re thinking so hard, Little girl. Try to quiet your thoughts so you’ll be ready to sleep. Would a warm bath help?”
Celeste’s words that being spanked quieted her brain popped back into Isla’s mind. “I think a spanking would help.”
“Most likely,” he agreed. “Do you think you’re ready now for that?”
She leaned away from his body to meet his gaze. “Yes.”
Caesar didn’t ask any questions. He simply lifted her to stand between his legs. He skimmed his hands up her thighs to reach the waistband of her leggings. Pulling them down to her ankles, he requested, “Put your hand on my shoulder for balance, and lift your left foot.”
Her mind whirling, Isla mistakenly lifted her right foot. Caesar eased off her shoe and removed the material. Halfway through, she realized her mistake. “Sorry.”
“It’s all good, Little Fish. Both feet work.”
Isla realized he hadn’t called her his pet name for a while. Subconsciously, she’d missed it. Being his Little Fish was important to her.
When he lifted her and stretched her body over his hard thighs, her thoughts ricocheted back to the space around them. Isla reached for the carpet under his feet and found that neither her tiptoes nor fingers could touch. She jumped as his large hand rubbed softly over her bottom.
“This won’t be a bad-girl spanking but a good-girl one, Isla. If you need me to stop, tell me. Do you need a safeword?”
“No, Daddy. I’ll just say stop.”
“Perfect.”
She felt the touch of his hand disappear. Her body stiffened, and he smacked her bottom, leaving a stinging sensation. Before she could digest it totally, another landed and another. Caesar peppered her bottom, making her wiggle and squirm. Heat built on her skin.
“Spread your legs, Little girl.”
She froze and turned to look at him.
“Thighs apart, Isla. You don’t hide anything from your Daddy.”
Slowly, she moved her legs. She buried her head against his leg, knowing he could see everything. Isla knew her inner thighs were wet with arousal. She got wetter with every single spank.
“Beautiful.” He stroked a hand over her bottom and traced the cleft of her sex. “So wet.”
She held her breath. Would he touch her? The slap that landed directly on her pussy made her rear her head back. The throbbing between her thighs skyrocketed. Isla could smell her arousal perfuming the air as the tension inside her coiled.
The second swat made her bite her lower lip. She was so close.
The next spank landed on the rounded curve of her bottom, not where she needed it. Isla turned to look at Caesar in disbelief.
“I’m in charge, Little Fish. I’ll let you come in a while, but not yet. You don’t want it enough.”