Her Outlaw Daddy Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
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She swallowed. “And if I run, what will you do when you catch me?” she asked from beneath lowered lids. Her words were black velvet, suggestive. His cock hardened.

“I’ll spank you,” he said firmly. “Hold you over my knee and whip you with my belt. Spank you long and hard until you beg me for forgiveness.”

Her breath hitched and one slight hand went to her throat. She swallowed again and spoke in a whisper. “And if I do come to you?”

He began to roll up his shirtsleeves. The little girl was going to be soundly disciplined whether he had to chase her or she came to him willingly. “If you come to me, I will lay you across my knee and spank you. Because Daddy knows his good little girl’s inside there, and my discipline will help her come back out to play.” Both sleeves now rolled up, he folded his hands in his lap. “So what’s it gonna be, darlin’?”

She took a deep breath and came to him. When she stood in front of him, he pulled her between his knees, brought her close, and crushed her mouth with his, briefly but fiercely. Pulling back, he spun her around and began to undress her.

“You didn’t give me an option out of a spanking,” she said.

“That’s because there is none, darlin’. You need this.”

She did not reply.

Her dress fell off her shoulders, followed by her shift. One by one, he stripped her of each of her garments until she stood in front of him, naked and trembling. He turned her to face him.

“You’ve learned a lot here tonight, Aida.”

“I’ve learned a lot since I’ve left my home,” she responded.

He nodded as he chucked a finger under her chin. “And I have more to teach you. Over time, I want you to learn how precious you are. How strong, tenacious, and beautiful you are. It will take time but you will learn. Will you trust me to teach, darlin’?”

Her eyes filled, and she nodded wordlessly.

“You disobeyed me downstairs. You’ve talked back and delayed obeying me.” He released her chin and stroked her hair with a large hand. “A good spanking should help you remember to obey me. And maybe forget about what troubles you for a little while.”

She nodded.

“Over my lap, honey.”

Slowly, she draped herself across his lap, straight across his knees. Sweet Jesus, she was so beautiful, strewn across his lap like this. So lovely.

He ran a hand down her soft, curvy backside as he spoke. “I’m spanking you tonight because you need to mind your Daddy. And because you’ll feel better when you let go.” Without another word, he raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding smack.

She gasped and the breath hissed out of her, but she stayed over his lap as his hand connected with the sharp snap of skin on skin. Over and over he spanked her with hard, punishing swats, until she began to twist and turn, little moans escaping.

“Ow, Daddy!” she protested, squirming on his leg. “I can’t take any more!”

“You can and will,” he said with determination, as he let loose another barrage of sharp swats. Her need to obey him was only a small part of why he spanked her. She would learn, and it would take time, but they both needed it. “You’ll learn to obey me, Aida. You are mine, and I value what is mine.” Another hard swat descended, followed by another. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said. Her voice was thick now, and he knew he was getting through to her. He paused the spanking and ran his hand along her reddened skin. One finger glided along her slit. She moaned and shifted. He took his hand back and spanked her again, hard.

“Are you going to obey me, Aida?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she panted over his knee.

“That’s my girl,” he said. “My very good girl. Come here, darlin’.”

He lifted her up and she buried her face on his chest.

“Shh,” he said. She began to cry, quietly at first, tears leaking out of her eyes and onto his shirt, then harder, sniffling and shaking with tears. Ah. That was what she needed. He needed her to cry, and he’d gotten her to that point of release, where she could cleanse herself from what troubled her.

His cock ached to fill her, his mouth to claim her, as he lifted her, still tearstained and shuddering, onto the bed. He crawled to the end and pulled her on his chest. He needed to take her, but he needed her happy first, secure in his arms, no longer troubled or hardened but softened and content. He held her against his chest while she wept, running a hand through her golden curls and down her bare back, all the way down to her backside. She was warm to the touch but barely marked. He soothed the sting with his hand. She moaned and began to grind against his leg. Cole chuckled.



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