Page 23 of Kingpin's Nanny

“That’s it.” Lucas soothes the place he smacked, and I catch my breath. Then his palm smacks again and I shudder. The pain is a deep thud that my body can’t distinguish from pleasure. I wriggle on his lap, desperate for some pressure on my clit.

“You like that, don’t you?” he croons.

I nod frantically, and a whimper emerges from my throat.

“Say it.”

“Yes!” I gasp out, desperate for more.

“Yes, what?”

I search for the right word, but somehow what emerges is, “Yes, Daddy.”

He laughs softly. “I was thinking you’d go for, Lucas, or boss, or sir. But yes. That’ll do. I like being your Daddy. Good girl.”

The sound of Lucas pleased with me shoots heat right into my core. For a second I think we’re done. Then another smack takes me by surprise, and it’s even better than his praise. I don’t know why I love this so much. But the next time his hand hits my skin, it’s light and stingy, and then he strikes my tingling bottomagain, and again, faster, without stopping. I never realised this was what it would feel like.

It’s a connection between us, this erotic punishment.

“That’s it,” he murmurs between smacks. “You’re taking it so well. Will you be my good girl and not cry out when I split you open with my cock?”

“Yes, yes.” I’m incoherent. My nipples are rubbing on the cotton sheets and every part of me is sensitised. “Please, Daddy.”

He strokes a finger down the crack of my bottom, and I gasp as he brushes over my back entrance then further down between my legs. He laughs softly. “Not tonight, but yes, I’ll own you everywhere.”

Then his questing fingers reach where I need him, and I groan like a tortured creature as he slips one finger into my folds.

“So fucking wet, aren’t you? Did you save all this for me?”

“Only for you,” I pant out.

“Except you didn’t.” His voice goes hard, and the next second he’s smacked me again. “Did you?” He slides his fingers further this time, caressing my clit with utter confidence. I’m so worked up, I almost arch off his lap, and he tsks me, pressing a hand down on the small of my back.

“Stay still for Daddy.” There’s so much affection in his tone, I relax.

I really, really needed this. I craved Lucas being my tender caregiver, and stern lover. I didn’t know that after so many years of looking out for myself—and then kids too—how I wanted to give over control to someone else and trust them entirely.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

“Such a good girl,” he replies hoarsely. “You’re my best girl.”

“I’ll take anything you give me.” And it’s the truth. He’ll love and protect me. Somehow this spanking emphasised that. Ibelong to him now, and that means he’ll look after everything, including correcting me if my behaviour isn’t what he wants.

“Mmmm.” He gives a contented purr from his chest and traces little circles on my thighs and bottom. “You’re so pretty in pink. I love seeing my marks on your skin.”

“Will you give me a tattoo, Daddy?” I want his ownership branded on me.

“No.”

There’s a bite of disappointment until he grasps my hair, pulls my head to the side, and sucks at my neck so hard the pain makes me gasp.

“I’ll give you love bites and bruises and slaps to ensure you know you’re mine every day.” He licks the place on my neck that’s throbbing now. “Nothing so crude and concealable as a tattoo. You’ll have fresh marks that remind you that you belong to me. I want you to feel my love for you is strong every day. It isn’t a one-time thing. It won’t be something either of us forgets, because it’ll always be new.”

Ohh I love that even more, and the sting on my neck is delicious. He’ll never let me doubt because I’ll have fresh evidence, somewhere slightly different each time I look in the mirror.

“This bit is beautiful.” He dips and runs his fingertip over my clit and it’s fire.

I jerk as the pleasure surges into me from him. This isn’t the same as when I touch myself. Nope, it’s like he has found a hidden place that sets me aflame.