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“I never really knew. I suspected, but he never said anything.”
Fury filled his face. “That fucking bastard. And that’s the way he tells you! I’ll kill him for you.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want that. Killing him would be too quick.”
“You should have told me what he asked you to do. You aren’t allowed to keep things from me, understand? Nothing at all. If you break a fucking nail, I want to know.”
The intense look on his face stole her breath.
“Don’t look so scared, baby girl. I’d never harm you.”
No? She wasn’t so sure that she hadn’t been harmed. Or at least she’d changed.
They’d changed her.
“Shh, baby girl. No one is going to hurt you. I promise.”
“Maybe not physically, Owen. The truth is . . . I’m not as upset at all of you as I am with myself. I wish I’d told you. I tried, but then I would talk myself out of it because I just wanted a few days of happiness. But if I’d said something to you, then maybe he never would have pulled a gun on Pippa.”
She felt so awful.
“That wasn’t your fault.” He stood. “Listen to me. That was all on him and it wasn’t up to you to stop him.”
She shook her head.
Her guilt over not saying anything was the main reason she’d run from them.
“Stop it,” Owen said fiercely. “You’re going to stop feeling guilty and tell me it wasn’t your fault. Tell me.” He nipped at her lip. “Do I have to spank it out of you?”
“Beck wouldn’t let you do that.”
“It’s just me here, baby girl. I do what I like.”
“I do feel guilty, though, Owen.”
He spun her around until she faced the wall and spanked her bottom four times in quick succession.
More. She needed more.
She needed so much pain that the guilt left her. But then he spun her back and dropped to his knees again. Grabbing her leg, he pushed it up once more and placed his mouth over her mound.
He laid a kiss over her clit, then flicked it with his tongue.
“Mine.” Another flick of his tongue. “My collar around your neck.” Flick. Flick. “My tongue in your pussy.” Flick. Flick. “My ring around your finger.” Flick. “Mine.”
“Oh shit,” she groaned as he started eating her out in earnest. “That was not a proposal.”
“No, it wasn’t,” he told her, looking up at her. “Because I was never going to ask.”
He was awful. Terrible.
Possessive. Bossy.
And all hers. He played with her clit until she was on the edge of coming. Then he drew back.
“No. No, please.”
Putting her leg down, he rose. His lips glistened with her dew. “You didn’t think you were going to come that easily, did you, naughty girl?”
Oh shit. She might just be in trouble here.
He ripped her nightgown off, staring down at her breasts.
With Owen, you never knew what was coming next.
But she just had to trust that he would always protect her.
And she did.
She trusted him. She loved him.
Was she really going to push him away? He’d come this far for her.
She stared up at him, licking her lips. “I’m yours, Daddy Owen. Do what you want with me.”
“Anything?” He tilted his head to the side.
“Anything.”
“You’re going to be Daddy’s good baby girl? You’re going to do what I say?”
“Yes, Daddy Owen.”
“And if you’re naughty and run away again, then you’ll have to wear my leash.”
“Yes, Daddy Owen.”
“What you’re going to do is come. Nice and hard and loud for me, understand?”
“Yes, Daddy Owen.”
“I like when you’re obedient,” he told her. “Although I like when you’re a little naughty too.”
Then he slid onto his knees once more and she stared down at him. She grasped hold of his head, holding him there as her orgasm hit her.
Hard and fast.
A scream erupted from her. “Owen!”
He lapped at her as she shuddered through her release. Standing, he lifted her into his arms and carried her out to the bedroom.
“On your hands and knees,” he ordered. “Knees at the edge of the bed, ass in the air.”
She crawled into position, then looked over her shoulder to find him stripping.
“Turn your face around,” he ordered.
She faced forward again. His hand slid down her ass. “You need to be punished for running from me.”
Chloe sucked in her breath. “Yes, Daddy Owen.”
“But I also need to be punished for not protecting you properly. For allowing you to be arrested.”
“Daddy, no! It wasn’t your fault.”
“It was. You’re getting a spanking. Ten smacks. I know I still owe you some as well. I let you rack up too many. After these spanks, though, the slate is clean. And anything earned will be given as soon as possible. After I spank you, I’ll allow you to give me whatever punishment you want.”
“Like . . . like what?” she asked.
“Hmm. You can order me not to come. That would be a punishment.”
