He holds me close, kissing my wet hair, ignoring the salt and sand that cover us both.
“Never,” he growls. “I am never, ever letting you go. You’re my babygirl, my exception to the rule. I love you, and you’re staying here with me.”
Chapter 9
Larissa
Each slap of his hand sends a whimper from my lips. He has let me sleep, only to wake to find myself lifted from the bed, bent over, and feeling the slap of his palm hitting the backs of my thighs.
I deserve it, I know that. Silence would be far worse than any punishment he can inflict.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, I’m so sorry…”
The spanking turns my mind blank.
I lose count as the fire burns down the backs of my legs. I don’t care. I just want to feel his arms around me, to cuddle me into his lap and kiss me softly.
Then eat my pussy and fuck me filthy. Soft and hard. Little and big.
There are more smacks of his hand, each one jerking my body as I stand, blind and bent over, blood rushing to my head as I wish to hear his voice.
I’m naked and shivering, but my gratitude overflows when his face comes into focus.
“You were a very, very naughty little girl. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know. I’m so, so sorry.” My fear overflows onto my cheeks.
I’m so relieved to be looking at his face. His eyes darken to an emerald glow as he looks at me, then sighs and turns his gaze toward the ceiling.
“If you had only waited a few moments longer, you would have heard me telling Hoover to go fuck himself. Telling your mother that you’re staying here with me, for as long as you want to. Telling them both that you’re mine now, and I don’t give a shit about their threats. I have more money than I know what to do with already, and with you by my side I’ll never want for anything in my life.”
Daddy takes a seat in the large, white, wingback chair.
“I love you, Daddy.” The words fall from my lips without warning, and for a moment they shock me.
Despite the short time I’ve been here...
Despite discovering that he’s basically family…
Despite the punishments...
Or perhaps partly because of them.
He hesitates, then the anger cinching his forehead softens.
“I love you, too, Larissa.”
The words sink into my heart.
He loves me, too. Daddy loves me.
He pauses, his eyes coming back to rest on mine. “I love you so much that seeing you like that, in the water… It nearly killed me. Come here.”
He points at the floor in front of him, and I obediently follow. I no longer care about anything except those words.
I love you, too.
“Crawl to me. Down on your knees.”
