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“Yes, Daddy,” I managed to mutter. I didn’t know what else to say to tell him how much his words meant to me, but it turned out that I didn’t need to say anything at all.
“Daddy is going to make this all disappear, but a few things need to happen before he does that, little girl,” he began.
My thighs rubbed against one another and I squirmed anxiously. Everything was coming together to make me feel small and vulnerable and incredibly scared. He seemed so powerful and commanding sitting across from me and there was nothing that could diminish that, not even a little bit now. I searched his gaze, wanting to know what he meant and afraid of finding out at the same time.
“You’re going to ask me to punish you, little girl,” he said firmly. There wasn’t a sliver of doubt in his voice. His expectation squeezed around my throat like a vise and a wail emerged from my lips.
“I’m what?” I finally managed to answer. My fingers tightened into fists in the fabric of my skirt, like it could save me from what was coming even though that I knew nothing would. I’d dug myself into this mess and Daddy was the only one who could get me out.
“Ask me to spank you, little girl,” he demanded. His tone was gentle, but I knew that he expected my obedience.
I struggled to answer, and he waited patiently for me to find the words he wanted me to say.
I froze when the butler returned with a pitcher and a glass of water on a tray. The room was silent as he entered and placed it all down on the coffee table. Thankfully, the man didn’t stay and left just as quickly as he appeared. Jaxon’s eyes never left mine though and I blushed even more deeply because of it all.
I sat there and tried to wrangle with my anger and my pride until at long last, I was able to say the words he wanted me to say.
“Will you please spank me, Daddy?” I whispered anxiously.
He cocked his head to the side, and I curled my arms around my chest as if they could protect me from what was to come.
“Ask me to use my belt, little girl,” he demanded.
I glanced down at his belt, knowing that it would probably hurt far more than his palm had, but I knew it wasn’t up to me anymore. I knew what I was getting into when I walked through that door.
“Please whip my bottom with your belt, Daddy,” I finally managed to squeak.
“Ask me to make it hurt,” he said brazenly.
“Please make it hurt, Daddy,” I cried as I brought my knees in closer to my torso. I curled up as small as possible in hopes that he would direct his attention elsewhere, but it didn’t work. His focus was all on me and I had the terrifying feeling that it was going to remain that way for a good long while.
“Ask Daddy to stripe your little bottom with his belt hard enough so that that you’ll feel each one tomorrow,” he instructed.
I gasped anxiously, too nervous to speak for a long moment. He cleared his throat and I rushed to answer, not wanting to test his patience any more than I already had.
“Please use the belt to leave stripes on my bottom that I’ll feel tomorrow, Daddy,” I whispered shakily.
I couldn’t stop my legs from trembling.
“That’s not all you need though, little girl. You know it and Daddy knows it. So, you’re going to ask Daddy to hold you down for the fucking you so desperately need. Ask Daddy not to let you up until you’re barely able to walk. Ask Daddy for all of it,” he commanded, and a rush of arousal rushed straight down to my desperately pulsing clit.
“Please don’t make me say that,” I cried.
“Ask, little girl,” he demanded.
Something inside me twisted hard. I opened my lips and the words started to pour out before I even realized I was saying them.
“Please hold me down and give me the fucking I so desperately need, Daddy. Please don’t let me up until I’m barely able to walk. Please let me come so hard for you, Daddy,” I whispered, so full of terror and arousal and need and a hypnotizing whirlwind of emotions that left me feeling as though I’d tumbled off a cliff. I was falling and there was no net in sight to catch me.
Being with him was like drowning in the ocean. I was in so deep that the surface was no longer in sight. I was surrounded by him and only him. There was no one else. Nothing else.
“Stand up. Come to me, little girl,” he said gently. The raw power was still there, but it was more subdued somehow now. Perhaps he knew he’d gotten to me.
My mind went blank and my legs forgot how to work. I looked at him with a sense of disbelief and he held out his hand. Tentatively, I rose to my feet, putting one foot in front of the other until my fingers grazed his. His touch felt like a lifeline. I just had to take it.
He pulled me closer so that I was standing in between his thighs. His other hand grazed the side of my skirt and I drew in a heated breath. This was it. This was when it was going to start.
“Do you know why I made you ask for all that, little girl?” he asked.
