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“Naughty little girls who put their noses where they don’t belong get punished,” he murmured in her ear as he drew an arousal-slicked finger from her and circled her clit. Despite her best attempts at acting nonchalant, she couldn’t stop the shiver that racked her body at his touch.
“But my nose did belong there! You were going to tell him about us!”
“Did you know that when you decided to eavesdrop?”
“No, but?—”
“Stop. I’ve already conceded I should have spoken to you instead of making the call to tell your dad about us on my own. That was my screw up.” He pressed harder against her clit, drawing a whimper from her lips. “But my mistakes don’t excuse you from trying to listen in on a private conversation. You can officially consider yourself on orgasm restriction for the rest of the day. I will be calling you at random points throughout the day to give you instructions on how I want you to touch yourself. If you come without my permission, or if you lay a single finger on this pretty pussy of mine without my permission, I will ensure you do not sit comfortably once you join me at the club. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said as sweetly as she could manage when she knew damn well she was just saying what he wanted to hear. A spanking? That was nothing. She would gladly take a spanking in exchange for getting herself off after he left.
“I can see the wheels turning in your mind, little one. You’re thinking you’ll just go up to your room when I leave, take the edge off a bit. There’s no way Daddy will know, right? And even if I do figure it out, you can handle a little spanking.”
Because his words did so accurately describe her thought process, she didn’t bother to try and pretend otherwise. “Pretty much.”
“You’re right. But you’re forgetting one very important detail.”
“What’s that?”
With his eyes still locked on hers, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “How much you want to make your Daddy proud.”
Daddy’s very proud of you. The memory of the night before, when she’d been on her knees with him smiling down at her, praising her for taking his cock down her throat slammed into her.
And she knew in that moment she would do whatever it took to see that look on his face again. To hear those words again.
Damn him.
“Maybe I don’t care about that.”
He chuckled at her bravado, his finger still doing deliciously tortuous things to her clit. “Keep telling yourself that, little one. We’ll see who’s right tonight. I’ll call you in a bit.”
She nearly wept when he pulled his hand away from her pussy, but she did her best to pretend it didn’t affect her in the least. In the mirror, she watched as he lifted his finger to his lips and sucked himself clean of her juices.
“Be good, Lottie-bug. Make Daddy proud.”
It was going to be a long fucking day.
17
DANGEROUS GROUND
LOTTIE
Braden Elliott was the most sadistic man she’d ever met. Granted, she hadn’t met many sadists, but she couldn’t imagine they held a candle to her Daddy.
By his second phone call of the day, when he’d made her tell him how close she was to coming as she’d touched herself on her bed, she was ready to risk a punishment and make herself come while he listened. But then he’d said those fucking words again. Make Daddy proud. And she’d chickened out at the last minute.
By the fourth phone call, she’d resorted to begging. She was pretty sure she’d made several promises she had no hope of keeping with regards to never being naughty again and giving him any and every sexual favor he could think of.
“Oh, little Lottie-bug,” he’d said with a low, wicked sort of chuckle in her ear, “you have no idea what you’re offering me, do you? Pinch your clit for me, baby, and tell me how it feels.”
She’d obeyed, over and over again, hating and loving every second of it.
Needless to say, by the time the car he’d sent for her pulled up in front of the club, her entire body felt as though someone had rubbed sandpaper over every nerve. She was fairly certain it wouldn’t take more than a stern look or a word from him to set her off. With each step, her panties brushed against her clit, and she had to grit her teeth against the scream that wanted to burst out of her.
Shane was at the front desk tonight, and he waved her up with an enthusiastic grin she did her best to return. But judging by the confused look on his face, she failed miserably. Which did nothing to improve her mood as she stomped up the stairs to Braden’s office.
“I hope you know what an asshole you—oh.” Stopping short as she stepped through the door she’d just dramatically shoved open, Lottie blinked at the couple sitting on Braden’s couch. “Who the hell are you?”
