Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Determined not to flinch, she steeled herself against the reaction. Soon he swatted her pussy once again. When she held her position, he praised her, “That’s my good girl. Here’s a reward.” Deke caressed her pink folds, pushing her arousal higher before returning to her punishment.
Over and over, he took her to the brink of coming. She could think of nothing else but the sting of his swats and the tease of his fingers. Squirming on his hard thighs, she begged, “Daddy, please. I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Repeat after me: I am beautiful.”
“I’m not going to lie. You’ll spank me more,” she protested.
He continued his punishment until she begged again, “Please, Daddy.”
“Repeat after me: I am beautiful.”
Shaking her head to deny what she was saying, Maya parroted, “I’m beautiful.”
When he still didn’t let her come, she protested, “I said what you wanted me to!”
“Now look through my eyes instead of yours and believe it. I am beautiful,” Deke said calmly.
Maya remembered the appreciation Deke always showed her when he looked at her. Her heart skipped a beat. “I am beautiful,” she tried again and something felt right that time.
“I am cherished,” he prompted.
“I am cherished,” she repeated.
“I am precious.”
“I am precious,” she whispered as she felt his fingers thrust deep inside her. Her body exploded around his inserted digits. Finally allowed to come, Maya felt as if her body was levitating off his lap as she shook with the avalanche of sensations.
“You are, Maya. You’re my Precious Girl. Daddy’s proud of you.”
“Daddy!”
When her body had calmed, Deke swatted her bottom sharply one last time. “Call your Daddy when you’re scared.”
“I will, Daddy. Promise.”
“Good girl.”
He helped her shift to sit on his lap. She squirmed on her bottom, trying to find a way to ease the stinging, but he’d made sure she would remember her spanking. Deke eased the punishment T-shirt over her head and folded it neatly before setting it on the couch beside him.
“Do I have to wear that again?” she asked.
“Only when you need a spanking.”
“I’ll be good,” Maya promised, holding her breath.
“I’m glad. It will be here, if we need it. I’ll hang it in the laundry room,” he decided, pulling her close to his chest and rocking her.
Maya melted against him, feeling so much better. “How do you know what I need?” she whispered.
“I’m your Daddy.”
She nodded and enjoyed being close to him. When her eyelids kept drifting shut and she struggled to stay awake, Maya knew she’d never be able to stay asleep without getting clean. “I’m sticky, Daddy.”
“Let’s go take a shower and go to bed,” he suggested.
“Okay.”
Walking with him to the bathroom, Maya felt a bit self-conscious to be naked except for her socks while he was fully dressed. The heat in his eyes wiped any concerns from her brain. Her Daddy loved her just as she was.
He turned the water on to heat in the shower before plucking the socks from her feet as she lifted one and then the other. She stood by the shower as he lifted his polo shirt over his head and tossed it into the hamper. Maya bit her lip as he unfastened his pants. Her gaze devoured his broad shoulders leading to his trim waist before dropping to his thick shaft that sprang from his trousers, pushing firmly against his cotton boxer briefs. In a few seconds, she watched him stalk forward.
“The water is warm, Little girl. Let’s get inside.”
She allowed him to usher her into the stall and let out a sigh of joy at the feel of the warm water cascading over her skin. Instantly, Maya felt better. Ducking her head under the water, she rinsed her thick hair under the streaming liquid.
When she emerged, Deke wiped the water away from her eyes before pouring shampoo onto her hair. He worked the suds into a lather, spreading it through the length of her hair. Scratching lightly at her scalp, he massaged the cleanser throughout her hair. The feel of his fingers made her let a sigh of relief escape from her lips.
“Good, huh?” he asked.
“So good. You can stop that in an hour or so,” she dared to say.
“I plan on you being tucked into bed next to me and asleep in an hour,” he answered, chuckling.
“Mmm, that sounds lovely. Can I wash your chest? You know, to save time as you wash my hair,” she dared to suggest.
“I would love that,” he answered before adding, “My soap, Little girl. I don’t want to explain to everyone tomorrow when I smell like an English rose garden.”
She snickered, imagining that as she poured some of his into her hand. The soap made his skin feel magical, and Maya had fun slicking it across his strong body. When she got to his waist, she hesitated. “Daddy, may I?”