Daddy dominic, p.31
Daddy Dominic, page 31
“I hope not. But I better make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Then he pulled back and drove deep inside her. Oh God. So good.
“Reach down and play with your clit, baby. I want you to come on my dick. I want to feel you pulsating around me. Screaming my name.”
Oh Lord.
She wanted that too.
“You feel so damn good.”
Since he’d helped her, she’d been able to bring herself to orgasm several times. He’d always been there with her. Sometimes helping. Other times, he’d watch her as he jerked himself off, which usually led to her becoming distracted and he’d have to pause so she could catch up.
His hands held onto her hips, holding her steady as his movements grew faster and harder. She circled her clit, then flicked it steadily. Her breathing became ragged, her heart racing.
“I’m going to come. Dominic! Please!” She cried out as she came again. It was almost too much—she was overcome with pleasure. She shook as she heard him shout his own release. They were both breathing heavily as he slid free of her, then he lay on his back and drew her onto his chest.
“You okay, my baby?”
“Yeah. Daddy. Better than good. I’m perfect.”
The call from Ed came a few hours later. David Davidson had been arrested along with several members of the Tovan gang. They’d been found packaging up drugs out the back of Delicious.
And one of the men arrested was the same guy whose DNA had been found on the cigarette butt.
For the first time in a long time, she slept without a nightmare.
Safe in the arms of her Daddy.
Loved. Secure. Wanted.
45
“Come on, Butterball. Let’s do this.” She grabbed the book and moved swiftly out of the cabin, looking all around. Then she made her way outside and toward a large tree.
It was the agreed place for the handover.
She reached the tree.
The person who met her had their hair up under a hat and was wearing big glasses.
“Operation get-rid-of-the-punishment-book is underway,” Ellie muttered into a pink, sparkly walkie-talkie. “Over and out.”
“I hear you, Pink Bear. Over and out.”
“Thanks for doing this, Pink Bear,” she said to Ellie, passing her the book.
“You are welcome, Kitty-Cat. Blue Octopus will make sure that this book never sees the light of day. It is our mission, and we will die to see it through.” Ellie placed her hand on her heart. “This I swear.”
“And I owe you both a life debt.”
“We do this for Littles everywhere who wish to sit down comfortably.”
Ellie took off at a fast pace, watching her surroundings carefully.
Moving stealthily, Gwen made her way back to the cabin. Dominic would be back soon. He still didn’t like being away from her for long, even though Davidson and the men who had kidnapped her had been arrested. Even Darius was out of the picture, he’d turned up dead in Chicago from an overdose.
Was it bad to be relieved?
She knew a big part of it was because she hadn’t been coping that well in the two months since her kidnapping. She’d had her up and down moments. After Davidson and his accomplices were arrested, she’d thought things would finally get better. And they had for a bit. Right before they’d gotten much worse again. Her nightmares and panic attacks had come back with a vengeance.
Archer was helping a lot with those, but he said she had to be patient. That it would take time.
Davidson had confessed to arranging to have her kidnapped and Clarke killed.
Clarke had only told her half the story that night she’d been kidnapped. He’d left out the part where Davidson had caught him spying in the restaurant. After having Clarke searched, he’d found the card she’d given him with her details.
It had made Davidson even more suspicious of her. Especially after she’d been seen on camera wandering around the back of the restaurant.
He’d also been angry at her for reporting Darius to the cops and forcing him to leave Wishingbone.
It turned out Darius wasn’t actually washing the dishes at Delicious. Nope, he was the guy who transported the drugs.
So Davidson had decided that she had was a problem to be taken care of.
Forever.
He’d used Clarke to draw her out and keep her talking while two members of the Tovan gang got into position, ready to kidnap her.
What she didn’t understand is why Clarke had told her the truth about what Davidson was up to. Maybe because he’d wanted to get it off his chest . . . even if he thought she was going to be murdered.
Once Clarke had ceased being useful, Davidson had him killed. The guys he’d sent to take care of her should have made sure she was dead, but they’d been interrupted by her bearded, flannel-wearing friend, Arlo Stevens.
She took a deep breath in and let out slowly. She’d come so close to dying. It was still terrifying to think about.
And sitting around doing nothing meant that all she did was think.
So she’d decided she needed to decide what she was going to do with her life. She was going to use her skills as a lawyer to help those that couldn’t stand up for themselves. Animals and children. She wasn’t sure what that would look like currently, but she felt a lot better having a plan.
She also felt a lot better knowing that her old boss, Chad, had gotten what he deserved. Reuben had found a whole lot of evidence that old Chad had been dodging paying the taxman.
He was currently looking at jail time.
And she didn’t feel even a little bit sorry for him.
She and Dominic were going to head to her place in Brooklyn soon with a bit trailer to bring back the things she wanted. The lease was nearly up, which was convenient. She didn’t need it anymore. She wasn’t ever going back there to live.
Of course, to start her new career path, she’d have to convince Dominic that she could leave the ranch without him. Tonight was a small step. She was going to the trivia night at the Wishing Well. He was coming too. But he’d promised to sit at the Daddy table and not to hover.
Too much.
However, before they left, he was coming home to take care of the punishments she was owed.
Yay.
Hence the reason for operation ‘get rid of the punishment book’.
Kent had moved Dominic into a management position to free Kent up for more time with his young family and to ensure Dominic didn’t have to leave her. At least not so soon after she was attacked.
It was both a good and bad thing.
Good, because she got to spend more time with Dominic.
Bad, because it meant he kept a very close eye on her.
She entered the living room after taking off her boots and moved into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Her phone buzzed.
Kiesha:
How did operation get-rid-of-the-p-book go?
Gwen:
Operation successful.
Kiesha:
Good luck. Rubber ducky out.
She had to grin even as nerves filled her. Had she made a mistake?
“Uh-oh, Butterball.” She made her way into the playroom. Being in here always helped comfort her. Dominic had painted it a soft gray color for her and they’d bought white furniture including a big bookcase, storage for her toys, a daybed that had sides so it could work as a crib, and a big, fluffy white rug on the floor. There was also a huge armchair that she liked curling up in with Dominic.
She moved to the daybed and climbed in, pulling the blankets over her head.
It might be a good idea to hide from Daddy right now.
Dominic walked into the cabin. “Darling girl?”
There was no reply. He frowned and moved through the cabin, entering the playroom.
He spotted her hiding straight away. What was she doing there? Instead of calling out again, he went back to their bedroom. There was something he needed to do this afternoon. That he’d waited to do until she was feeling a lot better.
And that was give her the punishments in her punishment book . . . which was not where it was supposed to be.
He started searching through the shelves. Where the heck was it?
He paused and thought about it.
Why would she be hiding?
Because she was feeling guilty?
Oh. That naughty girl. He moved back into the playroom and walked over to the bed.
“I really wish I could find Gwen,” he mused. “Sally, have you seen my darling girl? No? I’m going to be so upset if she’s run away. I might even cry. Will you cry, Sally? What do you think happened to her? I think I might have to call the police.” He pretended to sit on her.
She let out a squeal.
“No, wait, Daddy! I’m here!” She threw back the bedcovers. “Don’t squish me!”
He stood, staring down at her. “It’s a miracle! There you are! Thank goodness.”
“Silly Daddy. You could have squashed me like a bug.”
“I’m sorry, Shortcake. But what were you doing under the covers? Were you hiding from me?”
She nodded slowly.
“Because you felt guilty? Perhaps over a missing punishment book?”
A guilty look filled her face. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I was naughty.”
“You certainly have been,” he said solemnly, sitting and drawing her onto his lap so she was facing him. “What did you do with it?”
“It’s gone, Daddy. Destroyed.”
Okay, he hadn’t expected that.
“You understand how naughty that is, right?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And that I won’t be just using my hand to punish you now. You’ll also be getting extras. With the paddle.”
“What? No, Daddy! Not the paddle!”
“I’m afraid so, Shortcake. Getting rid of the punishment book was extra naughty and you know that, or you wouldn’t have been hiding. I’m going to have to spread your punishments out as there were quite a few in your punishment book. So for the next three days, you’ll get fifteen from my hand and five from the paddle each day.”
“Daddy, no! I won’t be able to sit at all.”
“Well, my baby, you should have thought of that before being naughty. Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
“No, Daddy.”
Was that a flash of guilt in her face? He couldn’t be sure. Hmm. Had she possibly had help getting rid of the book? He knew it had been there before he left as he’d checked it to see what she was owed.
But no . . . who would help her? No one else would be that naughty.
“All right. I want you to strip off completely, then go and stand in the corner with your bottom poking out and think about how naughty you were. Off you go.”
He watched her remove her clothes, taking in her gorgeous body. All curves and smooth skin.
Crap. Don’t get hard.
It was difficult not to, though. She moved into the corner, poking that delectable butt out.
Standing, he moved to get the paddle. She let out a sigh, but remained quiet otherwise.
That was a small miracle. She loved to talk while in timeout. It usually made it last twice as long. Sitting, he set the paddle down.
“All right, Shortcake. Turn around and come here.”
She walked over to him slowly.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her between his open legs. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry I got rid of the book, Daddy. It was really, really, really naughty. I just . . . I didn’t want to get punished.”
“And you don’t think Daddy had your punishment book committed to memory?” He tapped his forehead.
“Oh. You did?”
“Yes. And you earned yourself extra punishment for no reason, darling girl.”
“That wasn’t very smart, huh? I am sorry, though.”
“I know you are. But you’re still getting punished. You did and said some naughty things while you were recovering and you need to be punished so that you know Daddy will always enforce his rules. But I want you to know that Daddy loves you. No matter what. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love you, too.”
“Good girl. Lay yourself over my lap.” He positioned her so her torso and legs were supported on either side of his lap. Then he placed his hand on the small of her back.
“What is your safeword?”
“Red, Daddy.”
“You will say it if you need to. Fifteen with my hand first.”
He smacked his hand down on her ass. She let out a shocked squeal. “Daddy! That hurts!”
Poor baby was in for a rude awakening.
She was dying.
She was in agony.
It hurt so much that she couldn’t believe it was just his hand punishing her.
“Ow! Owie! Ouch! Daddy, no!”
“I’m sorry, baby girl. But unless you say your safeword I’m going to keep going.”
She started kicking her legs. She didn’t know why, it just seemed like it might help. By the time he finished, she was nearly in tears and her bottom was throbbing and hot.
Oh, thank goodness that was over.
“Good girl,” he praised.
Yeah. She was such a good girl.
“Now, it’s five with the paddle.”
The paddle smacked down on her ass, and she let out a small scream. No! Nope!
“Jebiesz Jeze!” she cried.
“Okay. What does that mean?” he asked.
“Um.”
“Shortcake,” he said warningly. “What does it mean?”
“It means that you fuck hedgehogs.”
“Jesus,” he said in a choked voice. “Really?”
“Um. Yeah. Sorry.”
“You’ve never told me why you swear in different languages.”
“Um. Well. I learned them when I was younger so that my parents never knew when I was swearing. Came in handy later when I wanted to swear at Chad. He hated when I used one of my phrases.”
“Good Lord. All right, then. Four more, baby.”
Smack!
Tears dripped down her face.
Smack!
It was too much. She was so close to saying her safeword.
Smack!
Just one more. Just one.
The last one landed and she was done. She was sobbing. Lying exhausted over his lap. He rolled over her, then lay on his back and held her on top of him, rubbing her back.
“It’s okay. You’re all right. Good girl. It’s all done.”
He kissed the top of her head as she stopped crying, then rolled them so they were both facing each other on their sides. “You know what?”
“What?” she whispered.
“I don’t think I can paddle you again. From now on, I’m going to use my hand only.”
“Oh, thank God. Because I nearly used my safeword and my butt is so sore.”
He frowned down at her. “If I ever take things too far. If you’re in too much pain, you will safeword out. Understand?”
“I will, Daddy. I promise. And I’m sorry for being naughty.”
“All is forgiven, baby.”
“Yes!” Kiesha yelled, jumping to her feet and doing a victory dance. Groans of defeat came from throughout the rest of the Wishing Well. Gwen kind of felt sorry for all the other teams.
Juliet was a machine. She was so smart. Quiet and reserved, she seemed so different from Reuben.
She was also sweet, and she lit up every time she looked over at Xavier and Brick who kept a close eye on her.
Gwen stood, grateful to get off her sore bottom.
“Where are you going?” Kiesha asked.
“Bathroom.”
“I can come. Do you want me to come? I have my Taser.”
“Um, I think I’ve got this.” Why would she need a Taser to pee?
Kiesha shrugged. “Okie-dokie. But I’m here if you need me, New Bestie.”
She wondered how long that nickname would stick. With Kiesha it was difficult to know.
“Where are you going, Shortcake?” Dominic asked, coming up to her.
“Toilet.”
“I’ll walk you over.”
“I can make it there and back myself.”
He frowned. “No. Not happening.”
As they moved to the bathroom, someone yelled out his name. He looked over with a smile as a cowboy walked toward him.
Dominic stopped to talk to the other man, and she tugged her hand free. “Be back in a second. Can’t wait.”
“Straight there and back,” he ordered.
Always so bossy. But she hurried to the bathroom because she was busting. After taking care of business, she stepped out of the stall and moved to wash her hands.
As she looked up, she gasped. “Liv?”
She looked terrible. The poor girl had dark marks under her eyes and was gaunt.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were in Florida?” Why hadn’t someone let her know that she’d left Florida?
“He’s dead. Did you know he’s dead,” she said in a dull voice.
She winced. “Yes, I heard he died of a drug overdose.”
“What am I going to do now that he’s gone?”
“He wasn’t a nice guy, Liv. You can do better.”
Liv drew something from her handbag. A gun.
Oh fuck. Her heart raced. Why did shit keeping happening to her?
“It’s your fault. It’s all your fault.”
“Liv, think about this, you don’t want to ruin your life for him.”
“I want you to die, though.” She was shaking as she held up the gun. From nerves? Or because she was high on something?
“Liv, please don’t.”
Just as Liv brought up her other hand to steady the gun, the door opened, slamming into Liv and causing her to stumble.
Gwen dove to the side as Kiesha barreled through. “What’s going on? Liv? Holy shit! That’s a gun. Oh, hell no!” Kiesha kicked out, knocking the gun away. Gwen cringed, waiting for it to go off.
“This is fucking déjà vu! No one is shooting my New Bestie in a smelly bathroom! No way!”
