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“Are you sure, Daddy? Because Webb nearly died, and now has to rest and recover, and he’s being a big meanie pants to Honey, and she’s just trying to help him, and are you certain it’s not my fault?”
“I am absolutely certain it’s not your fault. Nobody knows what might have happened. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s that gunman, understand? And it’s mine for ignoring the threatening letters.”
She sniffled again, and he reached for some tissues, cleaning her up and blowing her nose.
“You know what? You’re right, Daddy. That was actually awfully naughty of you to ignore those threatening notes.”
Yes, no one was happy with him for doing that. They’d told him that multiple times. Zander had even threatened to punch him in the nose for it. Before Aimee, he might have gotten grouchy at them for being upset with him, but now he understood that they were just worried about him.
He did feel bad about ignoring those letters. He would never wanted anyone else to pay the price for his decisions and actions. This whole thing had taught him that he did care more about the people he lived with than he’d thought he did.
Ammo had felt terrible when Webb had gotten shot, and it wasn’t simply because it was mostly his fault. It was because he didn’t want anything to happen to that cantankerous bastard.
And he was being a truly awful patient. If he was looking after Webb, he’d have smothered him in his sleep. Seemed that Honey had far more patience, though.
“Why did you ignore those messages?” she asked quietly.
Ammo shrugged. “I guess maybe I didn’t believe them. And if they were true, well, before you I didn’t really have much to live for. I got up, I worked, I ate, I went to bed. There was no . . . joy in my life. No reason to care what happened to me. And now there is.”
“Oh. That’s sweet as well as sad,” she told him, wrapping her arms around him. “But don’t ignore any future threats, understand?”
“I understand.”
“Hmm.” She drew back to stare at him. “Maybe you’re the one that needs a spanking.” How the hell had she reached that conclusion? She’d gone from being very upset to looking almost gleeful as she stared at him. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at her.
She climbed off his lap to kneel in front of him. “Hmm.” She tapped her chin. “Now that I think about it, I do believe that you are owed a spanking for ignoring those threatening letters. Go on, turn around and whip them down.”
“Whip them down?” he asked.
“Yep, take your pants off. I only give spankings on the bare.”
“Little girl, when it comes to me, you don’t give spankings at all. The only one that spanks anyone around here is Daddy.”
“Well, that’s not very nice, Daddy. You put yourself in danger, you know.”
“I know, and I’m the one that has to live with the fact that Webb got hurt, and you were put in danger, which is punishment enough, believe me.”
“Oh, well, when you put it like that, I guess so, Daddy. But you didn’t know that was going to happen, okay? So I forgive you.”
“Thanks, Little girl. Now, can we go back to creating something with the clay?”
“Oh, yes, Daddy. Let’s do that, then later on we can have spaghetti for dinner.”
“Sounds like the perfect afternoon to me,” he told her.
She smiled at him. “Daddy, any afternoon I get to spend with you is perfect.”
EPILOGUE
Oh God.
He was killing her.
Aimee tugged at the restraints around her wrists, but she wasn’t able to free herself.
He’d placed her in handcuffs which had sheepskin on the inside so they didn’t rub at her skin. The handcuffs were secured with rope to the headboard above her. Not only were her wrists tied, but he’d put more restraints around her ankles, spreading her legs wide. And, at the moment, he was currently trying to kill her with his mouth on her pussy.
God, sometimes he was just so mean. She couldn’t stand it. But she tried her best not to complain. The last thing she wanted was for him to stop, after all. His tongue was flicking at her clit softly, softly, then faster and harder, then back to soft, fast, hard, soft.
