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Four
Cole
“You really don’t need to do this.”
Biting back a sigh of aggravation, I glanced over at Adele, who was currently tugging at the hem of her dress as if she could make it longer through sheer force of will. “I am not letting you walk home alone, so just drop it.”
With an obviously irritated huff, she abandoned her dress and crossed her arms over her chest, turning her head to glare out the window.
Unable to resist teasing her, I leaned in and dropped my voice so the driver couldn’t hear me. “What do you think happens to little girls who throw temper tantrums?”
Pink blossomed on her cheeks, reminding me of the color of her bottom earlier, wriggling and writhing over my knee during her spanking. “Fine, I will drop it.”
Her accent thickened when she was annoyed. And, as I’d learned last night, when she was turned on. My cock hardened, despite having had her again twice this morning, once after her spanking and again in the shower. “I asked you a question, Adele. I would like an answer.”
Whipping her head around, her eyes widened with shock. But there was a hint of excitement there, just as there had been when she’d challenged me that morning.
You can’t make me.
That same excitement burned in my veins and if the car I’d ordered for us had come with any semblance of privacy, I would have taken full advantage of it. Still… there were ways to convince naughty little girls to obey, even in public. Running my hand up her thigh, I gave the delicate skin a sharp pinch.
She winced and inhaled sharply, but other than that, she barely reacted at all. A strange sort of pride filled me when she shot me a glare.
“Answer the question, sweetheart. What happens to little girls who throw temper tantrums?”
Glancing at the driver, who was doing an admirable job of pretending to not pay us a lick of attention, she lowered her voice. “They get spanked.”
“That’s right.” Sliding my hand even higher, I pushed a finger inside of her. I’d confiscated her panties earlier, claiming they’d been lost during our activities the night before. “But good girls get rewarded. Are you a good girl, Adele?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Barely a whisper, but good enough for me. “If you can be quiet, Daddy will let you come again. But you have to be perfectly silent.”
The only response I received was a slight widening of her legs, allowing me easier access. From the neck up, she appeared perfectly serene, if a bit annoyed. Her breaths were quicker and a little shallower than usual, but otherwise, nobody glancing at us would have any idea what was going on from the waist down.
Between her thighs, I stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her soaking wet pussy, while the heel of my hand pressed against her clit. Her hand gripped my forearm, her nails digging into my skin as I finger-fucked her to release.
She came with a slight jerk of her shoulders, her velvety inner walls clamping down on my fingers as I milked her orgasm for all it was worth.
By the time the car parked in front of her apartment, her breathing had returned to normal, and her dress rearranged to cover her nakedness. Linking my hand with hers, I lifted her fingers to my lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. “I’d like to see you again. Dinner tonight?”
“Ah… I might have plans. But I will let you know.”
“You don’t have my number.”
Flushing that adorable shade of pink again, she tugged her hand from mine and pulled out a cheap phone. A surge of annoyance surprised me. I wanted her to have the best money could buy. Not this rundown apartment in the seedy part of town with a phone from the early aughts.
“Why are you scowling at me?”
Her question shook me out of my funk, and I forced an easy smile. “I was just contemplating what it would take to convince you to let me buy you a new phone.”
“Perhaps we should start with dinner and see where things take us, yes? Your number?”
I rattled it off for her to plug into her phone.
Tucking her phone back into her bag, she sent me a surprisingly shy smile. I’d have thought after the events of last night, there wouldn’t be anything for her to feel shy about, but obviously I was wrong. “I have some errands to run, but if they do not take too long, I will give you a call.”
“Sounds good,” I lied. What sounded good was taking her back to my apartment, tying her to the bed, and having my way with her until we were both too exhausted to move.
