Page 16 of Hayes (Alpha Daddies #7)

Chapter Fourteen

As soon as their guests left the house, Hayes shut the door and turned to find a very contrite Rylee backing away from him. He couldn’t keep from laughing. “I guess you remember I said I was going to spank you as soon as they left, huh?”

She reached back to cover her bottom over the frilly hem of her short dress. “Daddy…” She backed up slowly.

He smirked as he casually took a seat on the sofa and reached out a hand. “Have you ever known me to back down after promising a punishment?”

“No, Sir,” she murmured.

“Did you think I would forget?”

She nodded, but she didn’t take a single step toward him.

He wiggled his fingers. “The number of times I’m going to swat your naughty bottom is growing by the second, Baby girl.”

Finally, she shuffled toward him, trembling.

It was all an act. He’d spanked her many times by now.

Every time, they went through this ritual of her balking and him eventually taking her over his knees.

It was a game they both enjoyed. Neither of them could hide it, especially considering how strong their combined scents were in the room.

They’d eventually come up with an arrangement that would make it possible for them to have frequent sexy times without Rylee going into sensual overload.

As long as he kept his cock in his pants, he could do just about anything to her.

When it was time to take his erection out, they did so on their bed.

Hayes had purchased a waterproof mattress pad, and he always removed the covers so that the only thing that needed to go in the washer every time was the fitted sheet.

They now owned two dozen. As long as he closed the washer, he only needed to wash the sheets once a day.

Eventually the initial frenzy would wear down—or so he’d been told. They weren’t likely to continue fucking several times a day forever. He would go back on a patrol schedule in a few weeks for one thing.

“Panties off,” he ordered when she reached his knees. He held his palm open, waiting for her to comply.

Her cheeks flushed with false embarrassment. It amazed him how many ways her body reacted to what was basically a fabricated scene.

When she bent toward the buckles on her shoes, he stopped her. “Leave your shoes and socks on, Rylee. I only want your panties off.”

She rose back up, lifted her skirt, and wiggled out of her panties.

Her cheeks were hot pink as she handed them to him.

He knew why. It embarrassed her even further when he made her keep her frilly socks and Mary Janes on while he spanked her.

Somehow she felt even naughtier with her bottom naked while wearing the rest of her clothes than she did when she was wearing only a diaper or panties.

Hayes pointed behind her. “Turn around and face the coffee table. I want you to bend over, hands on the table, feet planted wide.”

She gasped.

Yes, this was a new spanking position. He needed to shake things up and keep her on her toes. As soon as she was in position, he rose and lifted her dress. He pushed it all the way over her head, letting the material fall down around her wrists where they rested on the coffee table.

She shuddered, a whimper escaping her lips, just as he’d expected. With the frilly yellow dress taunting her and her head bent so that she was staring at both it and her shoes and socks, she would be doubly unnerved.

Already he could smell the arousal leaking out of her pussy. “Feet wider, naughty girl.”

She moaned softly as she parted them farther. Her breasts jiggled, making his cock uncomfortably hard.

He stepped to her side, set a palm on her back, and slid his other hand under her to fondle her nipple.

When she flinched, he reprimanded her. “Stay still, Rylee. No moving. If you lift your hands, I’ll spank you harder.

Same goes for moving your feet or trying to lean away from my palm. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice was breathy and weak.

He tweaked her nipple, twisting it and pulling on it several times while she obediently kept her position. “Do naughty girls get to come after a spanking?”

“No, Daddy,” she whimpered.

“That’s right. It’s a shame your own arousal doesn’t affect you as much as mine does. If you could smell the come dripping down your thighs right now you would lose your mind.”

She started panting.

Hayes released her nipple and switched hands so that he could steady her with one hand at the small of her back and one over her bottom. “You’re going to take your punishment like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He lifted his palm and gave her bottom a firm swat. She was used to getting spanked regularly by now, so he didn’t need a lengthy warmup. She knew what to expect. She held her position beautifully for him, swaying only slightly.

“Good girl,” he praised before he continued to spank her. She’d known this would happen when she’d taken off running through the house, sassing him, and acting as though she would open the front door without permission.

Hayes watched as her bottom grew darker and darker before he finally stopped spanking her red skin. She was gasping for breath, and arousal was running down the insides of her thighs, but she didn’t move an inch.

“Keep your dress in your hands and go stand in the corner, Baby girl,” he commanded.

She shuffled across the living room and through the open kitchen to the corner that had been assigned for timeouts. Keeping the yellow material wadded in her fists, she faced the corner and parted her feet.

Hayes pulled out a kitchen chair and sat to watch her. It wasn’t necessary for her compliance. He did it because knowing he was behind her heightened her need. He also did it because there was nothing sexier than watching his Little girl’s naked bottom all red and angry while she submitted to him.

Rylee didn’t cry because that wasn’t the nature of their spanking sessions.

It never had been. Some Little girls wailed and carried on when their Daddies spanked them.

Not Rylee. She enjoyed the dynamic, and she got off on submitting to him.

For her, this was foreplay. Later tonight, he would praise her and show her how much he fucking loved her.

As soon as she started to tremble, it was time to end the timeout. He didn’t want her to become uncomfortable, nor did he mean for her corner time to seem like actual punishment. It was only meant to give her time to catch her breath after a hard spanking and rein in her arousal.

“Come here, Little one.”

She turned around and padded toward him. Normally she would still be wearing her dress. The fact that she was holding it in a wad in front of her was his way of shaking things up a bit. It worked. Her little nipples were hard as rocks.

He spread his legs, encouraging her to step closer without saying a word. As soon as she was between them, he took the dress from her and set it on the table. “Clasp your hands behind your back, Baby girl.”

A soft whimper escaped her lips as she shuddered. So fucking sexy.

He stroked up and down her biceps several times before using one finger to draw circles around her nipples.

Rylee swayed toward him, panting.

“Look how pretty your breasts are, Rylee,” he commanded.

She lowered her gaze and moaned.

He didn’t dare tap her nipples directly. She was so turned on she would probably come from the simplest contact. But he liked the way she was breathing heavily from the stimulation. More foreplay.

Finally, he stopped, picked up her dress, and held it over her head. “Arms up, naughty girl.”

She lifted her small arms for him and let him slide the dress down her body.

“Diaper?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy.”

She never turned him down when he made the suggestion. Her submissive side wasn’t rebellious enough to contradict him even though he didn’t mind her wearing panties if she preferred. She took his offered hand and let him lead her into the nursery.

When they reached the changing table, he lifted her into his arms and held her tight. “I love you so much, Rylee.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.”

It wasn’t the first time they’d exchanged those words, but it never got old. He truly adored her. Every inch of her.