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He clasps my face in both his hands, gently, and presses his lips very softly to mine.
“No matter what happens, I love you, Jade Owens. I always will.”
“And I love you too, Daddy. Very much. I fell in love with you right here in this foyer. I couldn’t even have left, without your kindness back then.”
He holds me at arm’s length, looking me up and down.
“So this is where it all began, huh?”
He’s silent for a moment, thinking. Remembering. Myriad emotions flicker across his face. And then he grins.
“I’m so glad Sergeant Lance got me this job. I didn’t think I wanted it, at the time. You were a handful and a half, little girl.”
I snuggle in close to him, grinding my pelvis against him.
“And you love me.”
He kisses my nose. “Yep. I do.”
Behind us, my father clears his throat. Public displays of affection make him uncomfortable, but that’s not what’s bothering him now. He’s a stickler for punctuality, and his driver is outside, waiting for us by the limo.
“It’s time to go, Jade,” he says. “Richard will be waiting for us. He’s excited to see you. Whether you win the Oscar or not, you’ve done us proud.”
Jaxon pulls me close. “Yep, we’ve come a long way, haven’t we?”
Then he puts his hand on the small of my back in the possessive way that I love, and guides me out to the limo.
Just one cocktail, Jade.His deep voice lingers in my ear. His sternly spoken instruction at the start of the Oscars after-party is the perfect opportunity to test him. It’s been a long time since he’s taken me in hand, bent me to his will, and punished me for breaking the rules. So I waited until he was watching me from where he was schmoozing over on the other side of the room before I got a second one and took a big sip, holding his gaze the whole time, before setting it aside. Clearly breaking the rules, but only just.Only just.
“Only just disobeying orders is still disobeying orders, little girl,” Jaxon growls as he carries me inside, his heels clacking loudly on the slate floor. “I’m glad we’ve got the house to ourselves, baby girl, because you need Daddy to be rough with you, don’t you? You need a good, hard spanking and then a very thorough fucking.”
My spine tingles with his words, heat spreading from my tight, aching breasts to my core. My pussy pulses and clenches with need, my thighs already slick with my juices just from his threat.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur. A thorough fucking is just what I need. We’ve been so busy lately that he’s neglected me in that department. “But why are you allowed to swear when I’m not?” I ask sassily.
“Talking dirty is not the same as swearing to be rude and you know it, little girl. But keep up the sass, your spanking is getting longer and harder.”
At the bottom of the stairs, he sets me on my feet. “Go into the kitchen and get a wooden spoon for me to spank you with. Bring it up to the bedroom. Quickly.”
He plants a tender kiss on my forehead and gives me a gentle push in the direction of the kitchen. My tummy ties itself up in knots, the butterflies inside of me taking flight. I don’t want to get a wooden spoon. But I can’tnot.Just the thought of the wicked sting makes my bottom clench in anticipation and my breath hitch with excitement. That special spot between my legs is hot and tingly. I can’t wait to feel Jaxon’s cock inside of me, my bottom burning and his thick cock stretching me wide, filling me completely.
In the kitchen, I select a medium-sized wooden spoon. I know better than to pick a small one; he’ll break it across my ass and then demand I get a bigger one. I learned that the hard way. And I’m not brave enough to get the biggest, thickest spatula from the drawer. Implement chosen, I grip it tightly, my heart pounding in trepidation, and climb the stairs carefully in my long dress and high heels.
Jaxon is waiting. He’s removed his suit jacket and his silver cufflinks and is rolling up his sleeves when I walk in.Damn. So he means for this to be serious, then.
Once both of his sleeves are rolled to his elbows, exposing his corded, muscular forearms, he steps to me, takes the wooden spoon from me and tosses it lightly on the bed, then wraps his arms around me, and rests his nose against mine.
“I love you, Jade. But now it’s time to give you exactly what you need. Turn around.”
Slowly, deliberately, I spin on my heels until my back is to him. His fingers move to my dress, carefully tugging down the zipper, sliding the slinky fabric down off my shoulders, down over my tummy, my hips, then dropping it to float down my legs and fall in a puddle at my feet. With my back still to him, his hands go to the waistband of my panties. He strips them off me too. Then my bra.
He kisses each shoulder, his hot lips wet. Making my skin tingle.
I’m standing naked before him. Completely bare to his gaze. Vulnerable. Needing. Hot for him.
“Come.” Just one gruffly spoken word, but there’s so much innuendo in it. “You’re getting a hard wheelbarrow spanking, little girl.”
He sits down on the bed, guiding me to stand in front of him, my legs wide, on either side of his. I back up so I’m straddling him, my back to his chest, and he lifts my legs one at a time to stretch out on the bed behind him. I fall forward, my hands taking my weight on the floor, my bottom hole and pussy wide open in front of him. His knees press into my tummy. I’m completely at his mercy.
