Daddy's Little Liar (Daddy 12)

Chapter Fifteen

When she sensed him, she smiled at something Karina said and stirred the ingredients for brownies before she looked toward the door.

“Faith, honey, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Can it wait? I’m helping…”

Karina took the bowl from her. “Nonsense. Go to your daddy. You can help me later.”

Faith tried to smile even as her stomach knotted and tears tried to fill her eyes. She fought them back.

She took the hand he held out to her and walked beside him into his office. Then she moved to the middle of the room and faced him as he shut and locked the door.

He stared at her with desire but also concern, and she didn’t want him to waste time on that. Her palms sweated as she waited for him to say something.

“How much did you hear, baby?”

The air got caught in her throat. That wasn’t the question she’d been waiting for.

“I heard the part about her not wanting to talk in front of me. That’s when you told me to go into the kitchen.”

His eyes narrowed on her. “You went straight to the kitchen?”

She swallowed and tried to keep her expression blank. “Yes, just like you told me to, Daddy.”

She could tell he wasn’t buying it, but he had no proof that she hadn’t done what he told her to.

“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you, baby?”

“What! No.” She wanted to cringe. That sounded like guilt in her ears.

Both of his eyebrows rose. “I see. Darian told me about a way to get my little to be honest and share her feelings. He told me it was hard for you women. You tend to close down like you have your whole life. It’s a survival instinct to protect yourself.” He walked to his desk, pulled a few things from a drawer, and then moved over by the back of the sofa. “Come here.”

“Why?”

One of his eyebrows rose. “Are you supposed to question your daddy?”

She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out before she started crying. “N … no.”

“Then come here.”

She walked to him, gasping when he turned her to face the back of the sofa. Then he put gentle pressure on her shoulders to make her bend over the back. She braced her hands on the cushions.

“Wait,” she stammered when she felt her skirt being lifted, baring her ass to him.

“No. You’re going to tell me the truth at the same time I punish you for lying.”

“I didn’t—” She squealed when his hand came down on her ass cheeks repeatedly until she felt the heat.

“Baby, we’ve been together long enough for me to know when you lie.”

“But…”

She stiffened when she felt her ass cheeks pulled apart, and then a cool gel dropped onto her anus.

He smacked her ass again when she tried to wiggle away. “Stay still.”

She heard a condom wrapper and then felt the head of his cock start to press into her ass. Usually, when he took her ass, he used his fingers to stretch her. Not at that moment.

“Daddy, it stings.”

“Of course, it does. I’m not fucking your ass for enjoyment right now.”

She bit down on her lip and tried to relax and push out so his cock would go in easier. All she felt was the pressure of it steadily moving into her. He was being gentle but not letting up until he was all the way in her. She swore she could feel every ridge on his cock against the sensitive walls of her anus.

He gripped her hips and stayed still. “Did you lie to me?”

“I … no…”

He sighed and started to power into her a few times and then stopped. “I’m going to keep asking until you tell me the truth. Did you lie to me?” He started moving again when she didn’t say anything.

He continued fucking her in a slow, steady drag until she couldn’t take another moment. “Please, Daddy, let me come.”

“Not until you tell me the truth.”

A sob burst from her throat when he stopped again. “Yes, I lied.”

“Thank you for telling me the truth, baby. Now I’ll let you come.”