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But seriously? This girl is unbelievable.
Is it just about the kink? No. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. I mean, if she had told me this morning that she never wants to be spanked again, would I still want to see her?
Hell, yeah. I think she’s amazing—smart, driven, adorable. Strong as anything.
But I wouldn’t even know her if it weren’t for the kink. I wouldn’t have seen how willingly she surrenders, just drops her armor and lets me see her most vulnerable self. So yeah, it’s all twisted together. But it’s definitely way more than the sex.
We pass an ice cream stand and she tugs me toward it.
“You want some ice cream, little dragon?”
She spins in front of me and hangs on my arm. “Pleeeeease, Daddeeee?”
“Christ, you’re getting me chubby. Why is that hot to me?”
She rubs her breasts against me. “Because you like to be in charge and I’m letting you.”
She’s right. The sense of power I get when she gives me control intoxicates me. With Samantha, I wanted to take care of her, but she never let me. She always pushed me away, even while using me to support her and her child, Lily. The little girl I thought of as my own until Samantha decided to bail and return to Lily’s real dad. And she definitely wasn’t into kink. Not even a little bit. The few times I tried to smack her ass, she told me I had issues.
Back then, I didn’t know someone like Lia existed. Someone who not only lets me play out my dominant fantasies, but enjoys them as much as I do.
I propel Lia up to the ice cream cart and ask her what she wants. She orders a double scoop of chocolate and I get cookies and cream. She takes a long, seductive lick of her cone while holding my gaze.
I growl.
I have to bite my tongue to keep from demanding she move in with me. Today.
I need to slow way the hell down. And my first problem to solve is our work situation. The fire inspector idea might be the best possible solution. I just have to see if I can pull a few strings to make it happen…
Chapter 10
Lia
Second punishment.I show up at Blaze’s door in my attempt at a Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Lord knows, I wore one long enough, I ought to be able to put it together. My version tonight is white knee-high socks with a short blue skirt and a white blouse. Oh, and I might have put my hair in pigtails, too. I feel slightly stupid, but I’m hoping the look will pay off.
I’m starting to live for making Blaze horny.
I ring the bell downstairs, then climb up and knock on his door.
“Oh Jesus.” He pulls me in and shuts the door. “That’s so fucking cute. Will you wear that every time? Wait—” His brows slam down.
I’ve never heard so many words come out of Blaze’s mouth so fast. Not counting when he’s yelling.
“Second thought, I forbid you to ever wear that again. Did anyone fuck with you on the way here?”
I laugh. “No. And I can take care of myself.”
He scrubs a hand across his face like he’s deeply troubled over the thought of me walking here like this. “You’ll leave the outfit here. Wear it for me alone. Got it?”
I laugh again.
He shakes his head. “I’m not fucking kidding. No one else gets to see this. Understand?”
Is it wrong that I love his jealous possessive thing so much?
He pinches my chin and lowers his face to mine. “I need a yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir, Daddy.”
