Daddy's Little Runaway (Daddy 11)

She gritted her teeth when he just chuckled.

She groaned when they stepped out of the elevator, and Zachary was there with a file in his hand and a confused look on his face.

“Put me down!” she demanded.

“What’s going on?” Zachary asked.

“I caught her trying to run away.”

Zachary’s eyebrows rose. “Again?”

“Yes.”

“I said put me down. I don’t have to listen to you.”

She heard Devon sigh, and then she was draped on her stomach on the dining room table with her legs hanging off. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked belligerently.

“Getting you to settle down.”

“How are you going to do that?” Zachary asked.

“I’ve been told a few times if a little gets too out of control, and it’s hard for them to settle, the daddy bares her bottom and sticks their cock up her ass. She’ll calm down and then be able to listen to me.”

“Holy hell. You’re a lucky fuck,” Zachary said.