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“You’re not just here because you need my help, little girl. You’re here because you need Daddy’s cock,” I said boldly.
Immediately, she shivered hard. Her cheeks pinkened beautifully and only grew brighter as she took in the full effect of my words. The longer she sat before me, the more dilated her pupils became until she forced herself to look away from me. I sat back, watching every sign her body was giving me. She wanted to give me her surrender. I just had to earn it.
“I know you could solve this yourself. You could put your father away for a long time through the people you know with a little bit of money thrown in the right places. It wouldn’t be easy, and you probably wouldn’t be able to keep your hands clean, but you could do it, couldn’t you, little girl?”
“Yes,” she answered nervously. Her voice dropped several decibels. She was staring at the floor now. Her hair had fallen in front of her face, hiding her reactions from me. I didn’t need to see the expression on her face though. I could see the way her fingers tightened when I spoke, the way her thighs pressed together as well as the fact that she couldn’t seem to keep herself still as she fidgeted on the couch right in front of me.
I swallowed heavily, feeling my cock stir with longing to take the feisty woman and give her everything she needed. Finally, I cleared my throat and spoke once more. She shivered hard just at the sound of my voice.
“Coming to me and asking for my help would make it easier for you, but that’s not really why you’re here, are you, Keri? You wouldn’t come to me just for that. You know that and so do I. You’re here sitting on my couch because you’re too proud to ask for Daddy’s cock. You’re too proud to ask for the spanking you need. You want me to spank your bare bottom bright red so that pretty little pussy is so wet that it makes you angry, but then you need something else. You need much more than just a spanking, little girl. You need Daddy to grab you by the arm, throw you over the back of that couch still so very wet and still so very angry and then you need him to fuck you very, very hard no matter how much you fight him. You need Daddy to give you what you need, don’t you, little girl?”
I’d thought about her for a very long time, but I hadn’t been sure of her needs until this exact moment. I saw her body bend toward me. Her eyes glinted with arousal and pride and so much more than that. She could fight me every step of the way, but this time I was going to push her because I knew that she needed to be pushed hard.
Her cheeks blushed bright red as her shame and embarrassment truly overtook her. There was acknowledgement in her eyes, but there was no way she was going to say that I was right. Her pride was far too strong for that. I’d need to break through that wall first.
For a second, her walls cracked but that only lasted for a few seconds. Her pride reared its head and with it came the anger I’d expected.
“Go fuck yourself, Daddy,” she exclaimed. She pushed herself off the couch and gave every indication she was going to leave again, but I wasn’t about to let her walk out that door. Not before I told her what was coming if she came back because I knew that she would return again.
I cleared my throat when she reached the door of my study and she paused, turning back toward me with those angry, hopeful eyes. She leveled me with that glare, but I wasn’t about to back down.
“One more thing. You can leave now, little girl, but I know that you’ll be back and when you do, you’ll be getting a taste of my belt,” I threatened.
For a long moment, she stood in the doorway. Her shoulders drew back, and her chin lifted high and I knew I’d lost her for a third time.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she snarled.
“I’m looking forward to the day that I bare that gorgeous little bottom so that I can mark it with my belt,” I warned.
I watched her bow forward as a harsh tremor raced down her spine and I’d knew I’d gotten to her. She might walk out my door this time, but the promise of my belt would bring her back. I didn’t even have to take off her clothes to know she was wet for me.
It had taken a number of years, but I was finally starting to figure her out. She was a proud woman, and she needed a strong hand. Not one to keep her in line; she was far too independent for that and to be honest, she could do it all on her own if she wanted to, but that wasn’t why she kept showing up at my door. She needed a man to stand up to her, one who wasn’t afraid to bend her over and put her in her place.
One who would ultimately demand her complete surrender.
When she was ready, I would be that man.
