Page 18 of His to Cherish (Club Wyld #5)

Part of me wants to press pause. To sit down with her first and talk about limits, to check in with her, make sure this is really what she wants. What she’s comfortable with. But she’s looking up at me with an expression of such eager sweetness. She went to a lot of trouble to make this happen.

“Did you have a long day at work, Daddy?” she asks, putting special emphasis on the last word. I stare down at her and all my hesitation slips away.

I spent years of my life without Lilly at my side, in my bed.

I kept a wall between us, insisting we were only friends.

Denying how we both felt, because I was afraid.

I was sure she could never like the things I like.

Sure that she would run away if she ever saw the truth of me.

Those fears kept us from being together for way too long.

It’s time I let go of that, once and for all, and trust my girl to know her own heart.

I reach for my tie and start to loosen it. “Daddy did have a long day,” I tell her, my voice thick with lust and need. “I’m going to need some special kisses from my babygirl.”

She kicks her feet happily, grinning up at me. “Oh good. I love your special kisses.”

God, how is she this perfect? It’s like she’s scripted this entire thing to match my darkest fantasies. The fact that she’s able to embrace this side of me steals my breath away.

“Come here,” I manage to bite out, even though my throat is thick with emotion. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She stands and walks toward me, fidgeting and looking down shyly. When she’s standing in front of me, I tilt her face up and stare into the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. My babygirl. Mine .

“Nightie off,” I growl. “You know how I like my special kisses.”

I can see her hands are shaking as she reaches for the hem and that only heightens the fierce lust coursing through me. I want her a bit nervous, a bit off-balanced. So I brush her hands away and grab the fabric myself, pulling it roughly over her head.

“Dear Lord, you’re beautiful,” I breathe, as she stands there in front of me completely naked.

Her lush curves make me feel insane with need, her tight little nipples calling out to me.

I want to suck them, lick them. Bite them until she cries out.

Make her wiggle and squirm beneath me as I take what I want from her body.

I want absolutely everything with this woman and I don’t even know where to start.

“I need to tell you something,” she whispers, blinking up at me. “I was a bad girl today.”

My gut clenches with desire as she pulls us deeper into this oh-so-twisted game. I brush a loose tendril of her hair behind her ear.

“Tell Daddy what you did.”

She looks down, the picture of shy perfection. “I didn’t clean up after my bath. I left my towel on the bed and it got all wet.”

I growl low in my chest. “You know what that means, babygirl. I told you the last time you were naughty that was your final warning.” I take off my jacket then make a show of rolling up my sleeves, knowing that always gets her hot. “I’m going to have to punish you.”

She nods, unable to hide the glimmer of excitement in her gaze. She wants this, needs this, as much as I do.

“Do you have to use your belt this time?” she whispers. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

Holy. Fuck. I stare down at her in wonder, unable to keep up the facade of the game at the moment.

Is she seriously asking me for that? My girl clearly loves the spankings I give her with my palm—she’s dripping wet every single time I pull her over my legs—but we’ve never gone farther than that. And a belt is pretty damn far.

“Please?” she asks, and I know she wants it as badly as I do.

“Sorry,” I grit out, wondering how I’ll be able to do this without fucking her in the first twenty seconds. “I told you what would happen, baby. And I always keep my word.”

“But Daddy,” she whines, pouting out her lower lip. Fuck, I want to bite it. Instead, I grab her by the shoulders and march her to the bed.

“Don’t argue with me.” I spin her around and push on her lower back until she’s draped over the mattress, her perfect little ass in the air. I watch as a shiver runs down her spine. She’s so ready for this. Me too, babygirl. Me too.

“You need to learn your lesson,” I choke out as I pull my belt through the loops of my trousers. She stiffens when she hears the buckle rattle then seems to force herself to relax, her body going limp on the bed. So fucking perfect. “Now be a good girl and don’t complain.”

I run a hand down her back, the gentle caress at odds with the harshness of my last words. “It’s just me and you, Lills,” I murmur, leaning forward to kiss the side of her neck. “I love our game, sweetheart. You make me so happy.”

“I love it, too,” she says, then wiggles her ass, as if to tell me to move it along. I chuckle, but don’t move. This is too important.

“I won’t be any less happy if you decide to stop,” I promise. “You get to say no at any time.”

“What if I want to say no as part of the game?” she asks, her voice thin and needy.

I groan, picturing it. Lilly squirming on the bed, begging, while I spank her with my belt. I nearly come in my pants.

“Maybe next time,” I tell her, even though, fuck, I want it just like that right now. “You’ve never done anything this intense before. I need to know you’re right there with me. So if you say no, we stop.”

She turns her head so we’re face to face, her expression sweet and soft. “I love you so much. I love the way you take care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, babygirl.”

She wiggles her ass again. “Even when I’m a very bad girl?”

“Especially when you’re a bad girl.”

I stand, not giving her a moment to get back in the game. I need this, need her, way too much. I bring my belt down on her ass and growl at the sound. Leather slapping flesh. Lilly’s yelp of surprised pain. Then she moans—she fucking moans—and wiggles her ass again, and I’m done for.

I spank her again, twice more, and I love every single thing about this.

Love the noises she makes. Love the strips of red that pop out on her skin.

But more than anything else, I love her .

Love the complete submission she’s displaying to me in this moment.

I have every ounce of her trust. My girl knows I won’t push her too far, that I’ll never take it past what she can handle.

I’ve never felt more in tune with anyone in my life and the fact that she loves this pain as much as I love giving it makes my knees feel weak with lust and gratitude.

“You’re being so good for Daddy,” I pant out, bringing the belt down again. Then again. “Taking your spanking like my perfect girl.”

She moans so loud and long I can feel it in my toes.

I can’t handle another second of this. I toss the belt aside and have my zipper down in about three seconds.

I don’t bother lowering my pants, don’t even say a word to her.

I just fix my cock at her soaking entrance and thrust as hard as I can, the sound of her scream filling the room.

“Fuck, baby, you’re completely soaked,” I groan. “You loved that, didn’t you? Loved taking your spanking?”

“Yes,” she cries out, writhing on the mattress. I grip her hips, holding her still, and she moans again, flooding my cock in even more wetness.

“My girl likes it when Daddy holds her down,” I grunt, thrusting with abandon. There’s something about this position, pinning her to the bed, the way her red ass feels so hot against my belly as I take her over and over again. I know there’s no way I’m going to last.

I rip off my dress shirt, not giving a shit when the buttons go flying. I need to feel her skin against mine. I bend over her body, grabbing her braids in one hand and tugging her head back. She arches under me and I manage to hit an even deeper spot, drawing a startled grunt from each of us.

“I’m coming inside this tight cunt, babygirl,” I bark into her ear. “I don’t even care if you finish. This is for me.”

“Yes,” she pants, her fingers curling into the pink quilt under her. “All for you.”

My thrusts are getting erratic, hot flashes of fire shooting from my spine into my limbs. I’m so close. “You belong to me, Lilly. Your body, your heart. Every piece of you is mine.”

“Yes!”

I tug harder on her hair, needing to hear that sexy yelping moan once more before I go over the edge.

“Now lay there like a good girl and let me use what I own.”

She cries out as her pussy starts to clench around me and I can’t handle anymore.

The fact that it was my darkest, filthiest words that pushed her over the edge only makes it better.

I come inside her with a roar, my hips pounding into her sensitive flesh, my fingers clutching her hips so hard I’m sure I leave marks.

For a long moment I can neither see nor hear. Everything is a blank haze of physical sensation. Words like so good, and mine drift around me as the pleasure pulses hard and deep in my very bones.

“Holy fuck,” I finally manage to gasp out, opening my eyes to a face-full of Lilly’s hair, tendrils of those messy waves I love so much coming loose from her braids from all my yanking. I must have collapsed on top of her, but I’m too overwhelmed to move. “You okay?” I grumble.

“I think I’m still coming,” she laughs weakly. “Is there a such thing as a perpetual orgasm?”

I chuckle, pressing a wet kiss against her neck. “I hope I’m not crushing you because I can’t fucking move. I think you stole my knees, sweetheart.”

She sighs happily, snuggling back into me. “I like you crushing me.”

We lay there like that for a long moment while the breath comes back to my lungs and sensation returns to my limbs.

Eventually she gives a little squirm under me and I figure she’s had enough of my weight.

I pull myself off her and I swear, even after the best orgasm of my entire life, I go half-hard at the sight of her red ass.