A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans over to grab a clean washcloth. “You got very chatty after the alcohol kicked in.”
Eff my life. “Okay, well, that still doesn’t mean?—”
“Let me stop you right there, little girl.” Leaning in, he grips my chin, forcing my head back so I have to look straight up into those dark, glittering eyes. “You can argue all you want. You can try to be as logical and rational about this as you want. But at the end of the day, you aremineand you will be coming home to Colorado with me one way or another.”
CHAPTER 3
COLT
Still holding Tabby’s chin, I wait for her to continue arguing, fully prepared to pull her back over my knee for another spanking.
But she doesn’t argue. At my declaration, all the fight seems to leave her. Shoulders slumping, she lets out a soft sigh. “Okay.”
Something isn’t right. Last night she was loud and adventurous and full of life. And when she first tried to run this morning I assumed I’d have a little fighter on my hands.
But ever since her fall, she seems so… subdued. There are hints of the firecracker I met the night before, but overall, she’s far more agreeable than I would have expected under the circumstances.
Maybe it’s a side effect of the drug I slipped her last night. Breakfast and a walk down the strip should help work any lingering effects out of her system, but I make a mental note to call Doctor D later if that doesn’t seem to do the trick.
Pushing aside my worries, I run the pad of my thumb over her pouty bottom lip. “Good girl. Now, let’s get you washed up so we can go enjoy the strip a bit before we have to leave.”
She nods silently, and those same worries niggle at my brain as I pour body wash into the wet cloth in my hand. My babygirl remains quiet as a mouse while I wash her, putting up only a modicum of resistance when I wash her pretty little pussy.
“All right, little firecracker. Up on your knees.”
I’m secretly hoping that my use of her nickname will spark a bit of that fire I saw in her last night. And for a moment, I see the defiance flashing in her eyes and my blood heats at the thought of reddening her ass again.
But the flash is gone almost as quickly as it came and she slowly pushes up onto her hands and knees to present me with her bottom. I take my time, slowly pushing my soapy finger past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, watching her face as I do so to see how she reacts.
The answer is… she doesn’t. Other than a slight wince, she doesn’t react at all. No whimpering or whining or protesting like I’m used to hearing from my nieces.
Perhaps I should give Doctor D a call sooner rather than later.
Or perhaps I should see if I can get a reaction out of her some… other way.
With my fingers still buried in her ass, I slide my free hand under her stomach, down to her sweet little cunt. Last night she was dripping for me by the time we got back to the hotel.
And this morning is no different.
Perfect.
“You’re being a very good girl for me, Tabby,” I murmur as I stroke her swollen clit. “Do you want a reward for being such a good, sweet little baby for Daddy?”
She tenses, every muscle locking up, and for several long moments she doesn’t respond. But then I press more insistently on her clit and she whimpers softly.
“Use your words, baby.” I let my voice stay gentle, coaxing as I draw lazy circles around her clit. “Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?”
Another quiet whimper, and then, almost too quiet for me to hear, “Yes.”
I should let it go at that. She did as she was told, using her words. But I’ve always been a demanding Daddy, and I want more than barely whispered responses. I want her begging, pleading, frantic and desperate for my touch.
“What was that, baby? Daddy couldn’t hear you.”
Her cheeks, which are already pink from the heat of the bath, darken even further. But instead of repeating herself, she rocks her hips backward, a shocked cry ripping from her throat as the movement impales her even further on my finger.
Drinking in her sweet sounds of distressed pleasure, I move my finger in and out of her pretty little bottom. “If you want Daddy to fuck your bottom, all you have to do is ask, little firecracker.”
“No!” The strangled cry is accompanied by a frantic shake of her head. But her pussy is still dripping for me, and when I slide a finger inside her, filling both her holes, she immediately clamps down around me.
