Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Page 22

  “Please! Please!” she screamed.

  She needed to come. So badly. She didn’t think she’d ever needed to come so much in her life.

  Then he took her up and over. She screamed as she came, not caring who heard her. Not worried about where she was.

  And Maxwell never once entered her mind.

  She felt like she was floating. She was totally void of everything. Of thoughts, feelings.

  It was heaven.

  She picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. She could hear the sound of running water. Then her body was engulfed in warm water and bubbles. Slowly, she started coming back into her body.

  Blinking, she stared up at him. “Whatcha doing, Daddy?”

  “Ahh, back with me, are you? Can’t say I’ve ever caused quite that reaction after giving someone an orgasm.”

  “That wasn’t just an orgasm. It was the orgasm.” She noted she was lying back in the bath. He had one arm behind her, keeping her floating. Just as you might do with a baby. In his other hand, he had a washcloth which he was using to clean her. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  He let out a small laugh. “That so?”

  “I’ll never look at beanbags the same way again.” She grinned up at him goofily. “Thank you.”

  “Baby girl, you never have to thank me for that. If I could, I’d give you orgasms every hour of every day.”

  “Yum, that sounds delicious.”

  He set the cloth aside. “I’m going to go and get your pajamas for you. How about we snuggle on the beanbags and watch a movie?”

  She clapped her hands as he disappeared. She lay in the bath, feeling completely and utterly satisfied. When he walked back in, he set her pajamas down on the counter then turned to her.

  She didn’t mean to do it.

  She really didn’t.

  But he just looked so delicious. It had been instinctive.

  So as he went down, she scooped up the water and flung it at him. Then froze when he did. She had to bite down on her lip, this time to hold in a giggle as he stood there in shock.

  His hair was loose and he was only wearing a pair of sweatpants. Drips of water slid down his bare, sculpted chest.

  Yum.

  Then he moved, crossing his arms over his chest. “What was that, little girl?”

  “What was what, Daddy?” she asked innocently.

  “Uh-uh, we’re not playing that game.” He pointed at her. “You just splashed Daddy.”

  “I don’t think I did, Daddy,” she told him earnestly.

  “Excuse me? Then how did I get all wet?”

  “Hmm, maybe you did it to yourself.”

  “I think I would remember doing this to myself,” he replied dryly as he picked up a towel and dried himself.

  “Would you? You seem very forgetful.”

  “Baby blue,” he said in a low, warning voice.

  Ooh, he meant business. So why was she excited rather than intimidated?

  “Then how did you get wet, Daddy? Were you out in the rain?”

  “I was not out in the rain.”

  “I know! Maybe you took a shower.”

  “Nope. Try again.” He put the towel in the hamper, having dried himself. Damn, that was a shame. She’d enjoyed following the dribbles of water down his chest.

  “I know. You’re aroused.”

  Amusement filled his face before it went stern again. “Daddies don’t get wet when they’re aroused.”

  “Are you sure about that, Daddy?” she asked him.

  “Yes, brat. I’m certain. Daddies get hard.”

  “Sounds painful.” She started popping bubbles with her finger. That was fun.

  “Hmm, you know what else is painful?”

  “Math.”

  “What? No, that’s not what I meant.” He shook his head.

  “But math is really painful. It hurts my head. Hmm, okay, oh, I know. Cooking.”

  “Cooking is painful?”

  “It is when you burn yourself. I always seem to burn myself. Once I got blisters.” She stuck her lip out, expecting immediate sympathy.

  Instead, his face grew stern. “No more cooking for you.”

  “I dunno. I saw this really yummy pasta recipe I might try—”

  “No,” he said firmly. “At least, not without supervision.”

  “Aww, thanks, Daddy.”

  “Why are you thanking me?” he asked.

  “Cause you’re gonna help me make it, silly. It has five layers.”

  “What does?”

  “Are you sure you’re not having memory issues, Daddy?” she said with sympathy. “We just talked about this. The pasta dish. It’s complicated. All these levels of different kinds of pastas one on top of the other then baked.”

  “That sounds terrible.”

  “Hey, it could take off. I like pasta.”

  He shook his head, muttering under his breath. She had to hold in a giggle. He was seriously cute.

  “I was talking about spanking your ass.”

  She let out a gasp of horror. “Why would you do that, Daddy? That’s just mean.”

  “For splashing me.” He lifted her out of the bath and started drying her off.

  “Daddy, I think we established that I don’t know how that happened. Poor Daddy.” She patted the top of his head in sympathy as he bent down to help her put on her panties. “I think you’re having hallucinations.”

  He shook his head. “I’m having something all right.” Turning he grabbed pajamas.

  She gasped. “Footie pajamas! I love them.”

  Smiling up at her, he helped her put on footie pajamas, which were basically a onesie but they covered her feet as well. They were pale blue with tiaras over them. Then he stood and grabbed the top, putting it on her before he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He smacked her ass several times.

  “Daddy, what was that for?” she cried as he carried her into the bedroom.

  “For being a brat.”

  “Daddy, you love when I’m a brat.”

  “That I do, baby blue. That I do.”

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  “Time to get out of bed, baby.”

  “But I’m comfy,” she grumbled.

  He folded his arms over his chest. He’d put up with this long enough. No more hiding.

  “You can still be comfy downstairs, eating breakfast.”

  “But why bother moving when I could have breakfast in bed?” she countered.

  “Someone has to make you that breakfast in bed.” And he wasn’t doing it. He was putting his foot down. She was getting up and dressed and coming downstairs.

  And that was that.

  “You’ll make me breakfast, won’t you, Daddy? You make the best breakfasts. I mean, I suppose I could skip a meal or two. It’s not going to hurt me.”

  He narrowed his gaze.

  Yes, he knew he was being manipulated.

  Yes, he knew she was a complete brat.

  Truth was, he liked spoiling her. He would happily make her breakfast in bed for the rest of their lives.

  As long as she wasn’t using it to avoid doing something. He’d already been downstairs and gotten her coffee. One sugar and lots of cream.

  “Baby blue, you have until the count of five to get out of bed.”

  “Or what?”

  “Or no gummi bears for a week.”

  She gasped, looking up at him in horror. “Not the gummi bears!”

  He nodded solemnly. “Oh yes.”

  “I’d rather have a spanking.”

  “I’m sure you’ll get plenty of those too.”

  “Hmm, I don’t know. I think you’re full of hot air.”

  “Brat.”

  He lunged for her and she jumped out of bed, racing away with a cry. He’d dressed her last night in a silky pair of teal short pajamas. It was hard to keep his hands off her all night as she’d slept beside him, snoring slightly.

  Two nightmares had woken her last night. He hated tha
t he couldn’t stop her from having them. But she told him that she was sleeping much better with all her pillows and him holding her. And the mittens stopped her from tearing her fingernails to pieces.

  He let her run. Wasn’t like she had many places she could hide. And her playfulness filled him with happiness. Even though he was going to have to be firmer with her. Yes, he liked spoiling her. But she couldn’t run from him when she didn’t want to do something. If her life was at risk and her safety depended on obeying him, he had to ensure that she did exactly as she was told.

  “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he said in a low, menacing voice. He heard a stifled giggle.

  “Come out, baby girl. Last chance.”

  “Why would I do that, Daddy? Unless you’re giving up. Are you giving up? Are you saying I win?”

  “No, I’m not saying that. But I hope you’re well-hidden because when Daddy finds you, you’re going to be in trouble.”

  “What are you going to do, Daddy? I bet you won’t do anything!” She raced past him, out of the closet door, heading towards the attached bathroom.

  He grabbed her, throwing her over his wide shoulder as she squealed and tried to fight him.

  “Put me down!”

  “I don’t think so, brat.” He smacked her ass.

  “Daddy, no!”

  “This has been a long time coming.”

  She let out a scream. He saw the door to the bedroom move but before he could say anything, she spoke again.

  “Daddy! Let me go right now! I don’t want a spanking!”

  The audible gasp coming from the person standing in his doorway had Jewel freezing. She was so tense he thought she was going to hurt herself. Gently, he set her down.

  “Jewel, it’s okay,” he said urgently as she turned and looked at his little sister. Jewel’s cheeks went bright red. They matched Dusty’s.

  Shit.

  “Dusty, you know better than to come in without knocking,” he said sternly.

  And he knew better than to leave his damn door unlocked. His little sister was a known snoop.

  Fuck.

  Jewel was still tense beside him. Not moving, barely breathing. She stared at Dusty in horror, her face now pale.

  He slid his arm around her waist. She tried to step away, but he drew her close. This wasn’t a disaster. And he wasn’t going to let her use it as a reason to pull away from him.

  There was no reason for her to be ashamed of her needs.

  “I’m so sorry,” Dusty told him. “I heard someone scream. I just opened the door. I was worried about her. I’m sorry. Um, carry on.”

  As she ducked out the door, Jewel made a strangled noise in her throat.

  “There’s no reason to be embarrassed,” he told her immediately.

  “No reason? No reason?” she repeated, her voice sounded strangled. “How is there no reason? I’m . . . she . . . she heard me call you Daddy!”

  “Gonna lock the door.” He slid his arm away from her and strode to the door to lock it. When he turned, she’d disappeared.

  Fuck. That was his first mistake.

  Well, second since he should have locked the door.

  Sighing, he moved towards the lump in the bed. She’d buried herself completely under the covers. He sat at the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard.

  “You’re not hiding anymore, Jewel.”

  “Yes, I am. I’m hiding until we leave. You can say goodbye and we’ll sneak out in the middle of the night and I won’t have to see anyone.”

  “You’re ashamed of me then?” he asked mildly.

  The lump moved. She peeked out at him.

  “What? No! Why would you say that?”

  “Because you acting like this makes me think you are.”

  “I could never be ashamed of you! Have you looked in the mirror, you’re fucking perfect!”

  “You’re not ashamed of my looks, but you are ashamed of my needs?”

  “You don’t need this.”

  What the fuck?

  “You told me you decided to do this for me. Because you thought it’s what I need.”

  That wasn’t true. Sure, he’d started looking into this because of her. But he’d found something he needed too.

  And now that he had it, he wasn’t going to give it up.

  Or be fucking ashamed of it.

  Yanking off the bedcovers, he grabbed her before she could race off and dragged her onto his lap. Placing his hand around the front of her throat, he gently rubbed that spot beneath her ear he was becoming fond of.

  “You know that’s not true. I told you that this is something I want too. Maybe I started looking into how to be a good Daddy Dom for you, but we both know it’s also what I need. I want this. I like being your Daddy. And I’m not going to be ashamed of it or let you be either.”

  “But she’s your sister. Do you really want your family knowing this?”

  “I’ll text them all now and tell them.” He reached over to grab his phone off the bedside table, determined to do it. He never threatened anything that he didn’t follow through on.

  “No, no, don’t! I get it, you’re not ashamed. I just . . . what do I say to her? What if she thinks I’m a weirdo? What if she doesn’t want me to be with you?”

  He knew this was more than just being caught calling him Daddy. Knew that she still didn’t feel like she was good enough for him.

  That shit had to stop.

  “Stop,” he said quietly.

  She stared up at him, eyes wide. Probably due to the stern note in his voice. He rarely got this stern with her.

  “What are you?”

  “Jas—”

  He growled, interrupting her.

  “Pike, you seem to think I’m special or something. I’m not. I’m just some undereducated bartender with a good rack. We both know you could do better.”

  “That’s it,” he growled.

  He spun her so she was lying on her tummy over his lap.

  “What are you doing?” she squeaked.

  His hand landed on her ass with a sharp slap.

  Okay, he’d actually meant to talk to her first.

  Deep breath. In. Out.

  She lay still on his lap, not fighting him, which was a shock.

  “Fucking hate hearing you talk like that. Fucking hate that you think it. Fucking hate everyone who ever reinforced those thoughts. You’re special. Smart, courageous, and loyal. And yeah, you have a good rack. But do you think I’m so shallow that all I care about are looks?”

  “No,” she whispered. “I know you’re not.”

  “Do you think I don’t know you, Jewel?”

  “You know me better than anyone.”

  “So why the fuck would you think you’re not good enough for me?”

  “I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in.”

  “You fit wherever the fuck you want to fit. You fit with me. Wherever I am, you fucking fit. Got me? Never known you to care so much what people think.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “This is your family.”

  “So?”

  “So they’re important to you.”

  And so she thought she had to what? Change to fit in with them for him?

  “Fuck that shit, Jewel. You be you. That’s who I want. They don’t like it then they can fuck off.”

  “You don’t mean that.”

  He just gave her a look. He absolutely fucking meant that.

  Oh hell.

  He meant that. He would choose her over his family? That wasn’t what she wanted . . . but it did feel damn nice to hear him say it.

  He really didn’t care that she’d grown up dirt poor. That she had little education. That she’d made bad choice after bad choice, did he?

  “I told you, baby blue. It’s all about you.”

  Slowly, he drew her pajama bottoms down her legs. “You need to get it into your head. You’re fucking amazing. And the entire world needs to fall at your feet and worship you.”
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  “You’re so crazy,” she told him. How could he look at her and see that?

  Smack!

  “Ouch! What are you doing?”

  “Words don’t seem to be working on getting those negative thoughts out of your brain.”

  “And smacking my ass will?”

  “It might.”

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  “Hey!” She tried to reach back to cover her ass with her hands but he gently grasped hold of her hands with one of his, pinning them to the small of her back. “Are you fucking insane?”

  “I think that’s already been established.”

  “You can’t spank me for my thoughts.”

  “Why not?”

  Slap! Slap!

  Shit. Those stung. What the hell? This wasn’t quite what she’d been expecting from a spanking.

  These spanks damn well hurt.

  “Because they’re thoughts.”

  “They’re bad thoughts.” Smack! Smack! “About you. They harm you. I’m not sitting by and letting anyone harm you. Including yourself.”

  Well, fuck.

  That was kind of sweet.

  This guy. He just kept surprising her. She didn’t know why she couldn’t get used to the stuff that came out of his mouth. He could be rough. Definitely bossy. But he also made her heart melt.

  Then his hand landed over and over on her poor ass.

  “Daddy! Stop!”

  He stilled. “You really need me to stop? You think this is wrong? Not justified?”

  Was she wanting him to stop? Actually stop? Or was she just saying stop because she thought she should protest? Her ass was stinging but it wasn’t over-the-top.

  What if this spanking helped quiet the voice in her head?

  “You need to respect yourself. I fucking hate hearing what you think about yourself. When I know none of it’s true. You’re self-sabotaging.”

  Fuck.

  “I don’t really want to be spanked.” Maybe. “But I suppose I get what you’re saying.”

  “Do you know what I think?”

  “When have you ever hesitated to tell me what you’re thinking? Swear, I never knew you were capable of talking so much,” she grumbled.

  “I hesitated to tell you how I felt. That was a mistake.”

  Okay, yeah. She’d give him that. Even if she wasn’t certain if she’d have listened back then.