Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

Her breath came in faster pants as she stared up at him.

“That’s good. Very obedient. Daddy likes when his little girl obeys him. Of course, he also likes a bit of sass. Gives him a reason to take her over his knee and spank her bottom.”

What. The. Hell.

She needed to say something. Was he a Dominant? The idea both scared and intrigued her. She wanted nothing to do with things like nipple clamps and blood and humiliation.

But an over-the-knee spanking from one of them?

Where did she sign up?

“Do you know what Daddy doesn’t like?”

Should she be worried that he was speaking about himself in the third person? Yeah, that was probably the least weird thing about this conversation.

He ran a finger down her cheek then over her jaw, down her neck. Oh shit. Was he going to touch her breast? He slid it over her breast then teased the nipple.

She let out a small whimper.

“If I’m going too far too fast, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Stop! Why would he stop?

Lightly, he pinched her nipple and she gasped.

“He doesn’t like hearing you put yourself down. That’s the second time. You were given a warning, so this time you’ve earned yourself punishment.”

Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs as he continued to play with her nipple. Her clit throbbed. Damn it. Just a few swipes of his finger would take care of her problem.

“Shit, you’re responsive,” he muttered. “Is it my touch or words?”

“Both, I think,” she gasped.

“You want me to stop, then you tell me. I will always stop. I promise. I want to kiss every inch of you. I want to make you come so many times that you forget your own name. But not mine, you won’t be forgetting mine.”

He took her lips with his. Lightly for a start then deeper. Playing with her. Teasing her. Her body ignited. She thrust her hips up without thought. She needed his touch.

When he drew back, she let out a protesting moan. He grinned. “Soon, baby. You’re not ready for more.”

“I am.” She pouted.

He grinned. “I love how eager you are. You can consider this part of this punishment for putting yourself down. Having to wait to get release.”

That was mean.

“I’m still going to spank you though. Just because I can. But that will wait until you’re better. I’ll get Wolfe to note it down.”

“Are you . . . are you a Dominant?” she asked hesitantly.

“Does that scare you?” he asked leaning away from her to sit on the bed, facing her. She immediately missed his closeness. “If I am?”

“Maybe,” she whispered. “Do you go to clubs? Do you like tying women up and hurting them?”

“First of all, anything like that would be fully consensual. There would be negotiations about what I could and couldn’t do. Limits I would adhere to. And a safeword just in case. But I’m not really about clubs or scening. You ever heard of age play? Daddy Doms? Littles?”

“Not really.”

“Well, I’m a Daddy Dom. Aleki too.”