Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“If that voice in the back of your mind isn’t talking to you, I’d listen to the one in your heart. I need you to be safe. Blaze is a protected club, but things can happen there outside the view of the monitors. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you when I couldn’t be there to keep you out of harm’s way.”
Lark dropped her gaze away from his. She’d never thought of it like that. Wyatt was a Daddy to his core. He loved her. There was no doubt in her mind he would blame himself for not being with her.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Let’s wipe your behavior away so we can start fresh,” he counseled.
Slowly, Lark nodded.
“Good girl.”
Wyatt lifted her from the changing table and set her feet on the soft carpet. He led her to a spot on the wall where two handprints now decorated the paint next to her beautiful crib. Below her feet, a line of toes appeared taped to the carpet.
“Toes and hands in place, Little girl,” he instructed.
Awkwardly, Lark took this strange position. Displayed with her bottom pointing out into the room, she held her breath. When her Daddy caressed one dangling breast, she stood up quickly.
“Back in position, Lark,” he corrected her abruptly.
As she lowered her torso again, he resumed kneading her breast and tugging at her nipple. Lark could feel herself becoming wet as she struggled not to respond. This was supposed to be a punishment.
“Good girl. Stay right here.”
Whack! A sharp slap landed on her bottom, making her dance in response. Automatically, Lark tried to stand up but his fingers trapped her nipple, sending a shard of pain through her sensitive breast. Gasping, she froze in position.
“Daddy will help you stay right where you are.” He reinforced the lesson she had learned. His fingers rolled that trapped nipple, blurring the line between pain and pleasure.
A second swat rang out in the small room. This time, Lark fought to stay in place. Those fingers rewarded her with caresses. Again and again, she battled her instinct to jump out of the way as he punished her bottom. Lark could feel her upper thighs becoming slick with her arousal as she submitted to her Daddy’s discipline.
This shouldn’t feel good, should it? She was surprised at the way her body reacted to his punishment.
When his hand finally smoothed over her heated skin, Lark leaned slightly forward to press her cheek against the cool wall. She’d done it. The rasp of his zipper opening made her dart a glance over her shoulder. Lark watched Wyatt stroke a hand down his engorged cock.
She sighed in relief to see he wasn’t going to leave her hot and needy even though she probably deserved it. She was shaking with arousal.
“Have you learned your lesson, Little girl? Does Daddy need to remind you further that you belong to him?” Wyatt asked, drawing her gaze to his.
“Daddy!” Lark nodded eagerly as she agreed to whatever he asked. She knew he was fully claiming her with those words, but she’d already been his since their first meeting.
His hand left his shaft to trace her drenched opening.
She pressed back against him, urging him on. “Please.”
Lark’s eyes closed as he entered her body. Filling every space inside her, the air gushed from her lungs as she forced herself to accept him. When her hot bottom rested against his pelvis, Lark wiggled against him, feeling the roughness of his jeans against her punished flesh. Wyatt pressed a hand to her abdomen to hold her in place.
“Daddy will always know what you need, Little girl.”
She felt him swirl a finger through her plentiful juices. Pausing to caress that sensitive bundle of nerves, Wyatt rocked his hips against hers. “Are you feeling brave, Little girl?” he asked as he drew his exploring finger away.
“Brave?” she repeated in confusion before freezing once again as Wyatt spread her reddened buttocks. She sucked in a breath as he held her securely and traced her tight rosebud with his slick finger.
His lips came to her ear. “Are you ready to let Daddy into your bottom, Lark?”
She nodded as the nerve-rich entrance came alive. “No,” she lied. Her words sounding false even to her own ears.
“Lying to Daddy will get you in trouble, Lark. There are no secrets between a Little girl and her Daddy.”
“I don’t have any secrets from you,” she promised, hoping he’d believe her.
“Lie number two, Lark.”
Hiding her face against the wall, Lark struggled to tell him the truth. He didn’t rush her but continued to caress that sensitive opening.
“Be brave, Little girl. Daddy will reward you. Are you ready for me to pleasure you here?”
Unable to conceal her eagerness, she whispered, “Please!”
“Good girl. You deserve a reward.” Daddy slowly eased his thick finger into her rectum, stretching her tight hole.