Millionaire Daddy Page 9

  He continued, remaining quiet for a full minute as he worked, issuing one swat after the other.

  When she realized he was tapping on her labia, she was unable to hold back the moan, her toes curling.

  “And there are many forms of discipline that are effective, including punishment fucking.”

  “Sir?”

  “Taking what I want and not allowing you to come would be an example.”

  She heard the catch in his voice, the gravelly husk that was more animalistic than anything. “Yes, Sir. I understand.” Now, she couldn’t hold back the ragged pants, spreading her legs as far as they would go.

  A full minute ticked by as he raked the slender end of the spoon down the crack of her ass.

  Electricity shot through every muscle, another wave of burning desire ripping through her. She was caught in his web and wanted to beg him to allow her to suck him, to please him in any manner. She sucked in her breath, watching the popping of bumps along her arms, the hair standing on end.

  “Okay. I want you to switch your position and lie on your back with your legs in the air.”

  His authoritative tone had returned, and she heard him taking two steps backward. She struggled to stand, her legs nothing but mush, her eyes darting in his direction. He was as turned on as she was. This was… Breathe and obey. She closed her eyes as she sat on his desk, leaning back and lifting her legs.

  “Hold them up and together for me. I’m going to use the brush now. We’ll do forty tonight.”

  Jenna couldn’t help but notice that his hand was shaking as he eased the spoon right beside her and grabbed the brush. She bit her lower lip, again to keep from crying out, wanting to watch his every move. She curled her arms around her legs, holding them in the air and as the first smack hit her ass, she bent her legs at the knees, the sting stealing her breath.

  “I said hold them.” His hand moved to the back of her legs, guiding them up, his fingers brushing down to her ass.

  The touch was enigmatic, so powerful that she was lost in a few seconds of utter bliss. She’d never had a man touch her in such a manner, so gently, so intimately.

  “This will hurt but you know you deserve it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She once again held her breath as he began, taking his time to swat her in exactly the same place from side to side. Even over the snapping sound, she heard his short breaths, so scattered, as if he was struggling to breathe. As the spanking began in earnest, the stinging turning into pain, even moments of raw agony, she closed her eyes, floating above the round of punishment, finding a place where there was no stress, no worries. Her nipples remained hard, her pussy wet and aching, and this had to be as close to ecstasy as she’d ever been.

  Master Dominick exhaled, the sound elongated and used a single finger, rubbing over the area he’d spanked. “Ten more to go.”

  This time, she had no fear of running away, of leaving him without giving her thanks. As he blazed the wood against her naked ass, she counted in her head every strike, allowing her pussy to clench and release, clench and release to every smack. By the time he was finished, she was ready to explode, a climax so close, so damn close. A moan slipped past her lips and she kept her hands in position, even though her legs were shaking.

  “I think you need more,” he stated, ever so commanding.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Open your legs.”

  She obeyed instantly, widening her legs as far as they would go. Looking at his face, she saw the shimmer from sweat, the pinched lines around his eyes and the look of hunger that would not be denied. “I can be a very good girl, Sir.”

  The statement seemed to drag him from his own personal ecstasy and they locked eyes, his full of excitement. Lust. He inched closer, peering down. “I will punish you in so many ways.”

  Only able to nod, she held her breath once again as he tapped the brush against her swollen pussy once, twice, and a third time.

  His shoulders were heaving, his tongue dragging over his lips as he smacked her again, using just enough force that she jerked up, her back arching, unable to hold back the scattered whimper. Lick me. Fuck me. Use me. The words were on the tip of her tongue. The pain was exquisite, driving her to new heights of pleasure.

  “I can sense you want to come.” His voice was decidedly different, laced with such need that his words were almost slurred.

  “Yes, Sir. Please, oh, please.”

  “Not yet. You will learn control in every method.” He tapped her twice again and stepped away, his head turning, his breathing still ragged. “You can get dressed.”

  She curled her legs together, fighting with her little voice to beg even more, to offer her body in any way he desired. “Yes, Sir.”

  He leaned over, grabbing the bag, stopping in mid-action. “I would like for you to stay and have a drink with me.”

  Giddy, she swallowed, fighting a squeal. “I would like that, Sir.”

  “Excellent. Find me in the kitchen. I’ll open a bottle of wine.” He wasn’t asking. He was commanding.

  She was able to hold her breath until he left then eased her hand between her legs, lightly touching her pussy lips. The way he’d spanked her had been incredible, as if he’d known exactly what she needed, her darkest cravings, the ones that kept her awake almost every night. She’d admitted things to him that she hadn’t shared with anyone else.

  As she thought about him, his authority and utter control, she swirled the tip of her finger around her clit, enjoying the sensations, even though there was a hint of pain remaining. She slid her other hand down to her ass, rubbing the tender flesh, reveling in the fact she’d received such a hard spanking. God. Was it sinful to want to ask for more? For the use of his belt? Perhaps she was a depraved creature, unable to tell right from wrong.

  She slipped her fingers into her pussy, thrusting in and out for a full five seconds before realizing that she was disobeying him. Lowering her legs, she removed her hand and opened her eyes. A hint of color drew her attention and out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed his eyes, gazing at her in the shadows. Watching her. Hungering for her. She didn’t engage, choosing to look away, knowing that she’d no doubt displeased him.

  Counting to ten, she darted her eyes in his direction again. He was no longer standing there. He was no longer watching. And for some reason, sadness rolled into her system.

  Chapter Six

  Dominick was elated, his skin tingling, his heart skipping into his throat. Damn, the woman knew how to get to him in every manner. Just the glistening perspiration on her face was enough to create waves of longing furrowing into his loins. Fuck. He’d almost lost control with her, fucking her right there, on his desk, in the middle of his office. He chuckled to himself as he grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, finding the wine opener in a drawer.

  She hadn’t pushed away or run. In fact, the lovely Jenna Parker was just as turned on as he was, perhaps even more so. He’d smelled her arousal, her scent filling and remaining in his nostrils. There was no doubt that they craved more than what they were sharing. He jerked the cork out of the bottle, his hand shaking as he poured two glasses. She was special to him already. There was no doubt about his need, or what he could see happening between them.

  He studied the festive pink bags, the selection from Victoria’s Secret costing a pretty penny and she was worth every red cent. The schoolgirl outfit was over the top, drawing his daddy dom desires into something much darker. He wrapped his hand around the glass, taking a gulp of the wine. He had to be mad to seduce her, but…

  “Sir.”

  Her voice was like a smooth slip of silk, creating a fog around him. “Baby girl. Come. Have some wine. I do hope you enjoy cabernet.”

  “My favorite.” She walked closer, her eyes falling to the bags on the counter. “Thank you for my spanking.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, but you are quite welcome, Jenna. I hope you don’t mind me using your real name. Very beautiful and it suits you.” He
hated the awkward silence, the way he had difficulty finding the right words to say to her. He could command a room with two single sentences, but standing here with her, he was befuddled as to what he should say. “I have some presents for you. I was unable to resist.”

  “Thank you, Sir and you didn’t have to get me anything.” Jenna inched toward the counter, taking the wine. “I’m not used to getting presents.”

  “Well, you’re going to have to get used to it. I enjoy giving them. Go ahead.” He’d stopped trying with Catherine after the first year. There hadn’t been a single present that mattered to her, except for the diamond he’d placed on her finger. Yet her comment at the time had been regarding the size. He held back a bitter laugh.

  She took a sip then a second of her wine before easing the glass onto the counter, her hand flitting toward the smaller of the bags. “One of my favorite stores. I simply can’t afford nice lingerie very often.” Fingering the handle, she hesitated, her face pensive. “I appreciate that you’re doing this, but I want you to know that I had no idea who you were. I mean when we started this and I don’t care about money. As long as I can pay my bills, I’m happy at least for now.” She snorted then slapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes shimmering as she tipped her head in his direction.

  “You don’t have to explain. There’s no way you could have known who I was.” Dominick had to admit, her concern was endearing. No matter what she’d read, his baby girl had no way of delving into the man inside. He’d opened up to few people in his life.

  “But I feel like I do. Let me try to explain what I mean.” Jenna pushed the bag away and roughly pulled the ponytail holders from around her hair. “Obviously, I’m a grown woman and no, I don’t have much money to purchase fancy cars or clothes, but I do work hard and try to save every penny I can. One day, I’m going to have everything I want and I’m going to do that for myself. I won’t take from anyone.”

  His skin was tingling, prickling to the point a cold chill raced down his back. She had an air of confidence issuing the words, a determined look on her face. He’d quite frankly never met anyone like her. “Jenna, I—”

  “I’m not finished!” She groaned, biting her lower lip, a blush creeping along her jawline. “I mean, Sir.”

  He resisted smiling, merely giving her a respectful nod. She could have no idea how turned on he was, how much he wanted to slide his cock deep inside of her. He raked his hand through his hair, taking another sip in order to calm his nerves.

  “I have certain things in my life that I plan on doing. I will do. I just don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me.”

  “Are you finished?”

  She took a nervous sip of her wine. “Yes. I’m finished.”

  “I don’t, and I doubt I will ever have a bad impression of you, but I appreciate you telling me what’s in your heart. I’m not giving you a car or a house, Jenna, merely presents I hope will make you happy. And my confession,” he stated as he took careful steps toward her. “These aren’t some form of payment to you for anything. I’m not that kind of man. I value friendship and honesty more than anything else in my life.” What a rush being able to say the words. He’d never realized how valuable honesty was until now.

  “She hurt you, didn’t she? Your wife?”

  The question came out of the blue, one he wasn’t prepared for. His instinct was to lie, to gloss over the truth. Now, wouldn’t that make him the hypocrite of the year? “Catherine was… Let’s just say she wasn’t the woman I thought she was or even the one I married. I guess people can change.”

  “That didn’t answer my question, Sir and I beg to disagree with you. People don’t change, not really. They might have been hiding behind a mask and when it’s either ripped away or taken with gentleness, certain aspects of someone’s personality can be altered, but who and what they are never change.”

  Dominick chuckled, inching even closer. “You’re far too young to be this jaded.”

  “I believe in truth as well as reality, Sir. That’s just who I am.” Her expression was one of defiance, but her heated emotion wasn’t directed at him.

  His fingers were wrapped so tightly around the glass that he was certain the crystal would break. Inhaling, he cringed inwardly from the ache thrashing up and down his shaft. “Yes, she hurt me deeply on several levels.”

  Jenna raised her hand, her action tentative, almost retracting before brushing the tips of her fingers across his face. “I’m so sorry. A man like you should never be hurt.”

  A fog hovered over his eyes, keeping him unfocused, yet the way she touched him, with such adoration in the most natural way was a tug on his heart. The moment seemed frozen in time yet for him, didn’t last nearly long enough.

  “She was a fool. I’m sorry if that’s too frank or you consider me rude. Sir.”

  He half smiled. “Not rude at all. Thank you for your sweet words.” If he didn’t break this, he would take her right here, with no pretense, no concept of romance. “You are allowed to enjoy a few gifts. Fair enough?”

  Her eyes darted back to the festive bags and she took another sip of wine before easing the glass down every so slowly. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Someone of your beauty should always wear nice things. I think you’ll find they’ll fit perfectly.” Dominick was unable to take his eyes off her as she pulled out the selection of panties, several in every color.

  “These are gorgeous.” A flush of embarrassment was positioned just on her cheeks as she ran her fingers over the lace and silk, brushing the tips back and forth as she admired the gift.

  “There’s more. Keep going. There is nothing that pleases me more than seeing joy on your face.”

  She darted a look into his eyes before continuing, pulling a teddy out of one package, a gown and robe out of another. Holding the teddy to her face, she murmured as she closed her eyes. “How did you know my favorite color?”

  “I not only remember conversations, but I’m a keen observer. I’m glad you approve.” As she continued opening, her entire demeanor more relaxed, he realized he hadn’t smiled so much in a hell of a long time. How could one man find such utter joy in simply giving a few gifts, as well as a heated spanking? He knew the answer. Jenna. She was more than just refreshing. She had the possibility of changing his life. The level of lust he had inside was sinful, completely overpowering, the fire in his belly ignited.

  Gathering all her gifts into her arms, she twirled in a full circle, giggling like a schoolgirl, encompassing the outfit she was wearing.

  But she was all woman.

  “Thank you so much, Daddy!” she exclaimed, her face beaming. Her eyes darted back and forth, narrowing slightly. She carefully placed the items on top of the counter, wiping her hands against her skirt before easing toward him, until she was standing a mere two inches away. “Thank you.” This time, her words were laced with a sexual husk, the tone low and sensual. She rose onto her tiptoes, her hand cupping his jaw as she brushed her lips across his cheek.

  Dominick held his breath, willing self-control, begging the dark and dangerous man behind the mask to freeze, but she’d broken through his defense. There was no turning back. He wrapped one arm around her waist, yanking her against his chest, crushing his mouth over hers.

  Jenna instantly moaned, her body rigid, but only for a few seconds. She draped her arms around his neck, arching her back as she parted her lips.

  He thrust his tongue inside, taking the sweet essence of the woman he refused to let get away. The kiss became more passionate and he slid his other hand down her back, cupping and squeezing her ass.

  Undulating, she pressed her belly into his groin, shifting back and forth as their tongues entwined, teeth gnashing together, her fingers wrapping around his strands of hair.

  Everything about this was so wrong, but he refused to stop. The way she was wiggling against him, creating extreme friction sent a series of jolts into his muscles, adrenaline kicking into overdrive. Everything about this w
oman was spectacular. He broke the kiss, nipping on her lower lip, breathing in heavy pants, his hand easing under her skirt. Even the feel of the baby doll panties sent shudders into every cell.

  Jenna whimpered, the sound ragged and pressed one hand against his chest, clinging to him, her eyelids fluttering.

  Dominick tipped her back, dragging his tongue down the underside of her chin, laving her skin as he struggled to maintain rationality.

  “Oh, yes…” Her words were garbled, breathless as she slid her leg around his, her fingers digging into his shirt.

  He licked down into the opening of her blouse, breathing in her exotic fragrance. God, the woman fit perfectly into his arms. Grunting, he licked up to her earlobe, taking his time to swirl his tongue before biting down.

  “Sir. My Sir.”

  Just hearing the passion in her voice was all he could take. Gathering her into his arms, as she leaned over, her long hair dropping against his shoulders, he captured her mouth, keeping his strong hold as he walked out of the kitchen. Able to maneuver without issue, he took long strides as he headed for his bedroom. Nothing was going to stop him from taking her and one day, he would indeed own her.

  * * *

  The kiss. Oh. My. God. His kiss was incredible, showering her skin with sensitive bumps, cascading along her naked skin. She was lost in his arms as he held her close, carrying her through the house. The presents had been so unexpected, beautiful gifts that had more than surprised her, but his words and the way he’d looked at her had drawn her into his web. She was shaking all over as she explored the dark recesses of his mouth, their tongues touching, pushing against the other. How could a man have this much passion buried so deep inside?

  Jenna wrapped her legs around him, straddling his thighs as he took purposeful steps. When he entered his bedroom, an almost dark and gloomy location, she knew what he was offering and what she was willing to give. All of herself. Body and soul. She wanted to surrender to this man, please him in every manner, no matter what he asked.