Chapter 9

9

DAMIEN

D elaney bats her eyelashes at me, sticking her plump bottom lip out in a pout as she gives me puppy dog eyes.

"Please, Daddy," she whines, and fuck if that doesn't make my heart pound and my cock hard.

"Delaney…"

"Please wear it for me? It would make me so happy," she presses, and whatever resistance I had crumbles.

I can't say no to my girl.

"Okay, pretty girl," I concede, taking the skull mask she's holding out to me. "But you better remember how to say thank you properly later."

She beams like I've handed her a gold medal, bouncing on her feet. "I will," she promises. "Okay, now wait here while I get dressed!"

She grabs a bag and bounces into the bathroom, and I can't help but wonder what costume she decided to wear. Whatever the hell it is, I know she'll look fucking edible.

I'm wearing a plain black suit, the plastic skull mask the only real part of my costume, but I know Trent will get a kick out of me dressing up at all. He complains every Halloween, when he throws his annual party, that I don't turn up in costume. His outfits are always over the top. Last year, he was a mummy covered head to toe in bandages, the only part of him visible was his mouth and eyes. I chuckle at the memory just as the bathroom door opens and Delaney walks out.

All the air leaves my body in a rush, my blood running south, as I take her in.

My baby girl is dressed like a bunny, with a black headband in her blonde locks with big fluffy ears. Her outfit is white and tight, lined with faux fur—a crop top that covers just her breasts and a mini skirt with a pom pom tail attached at the back. Knee-high white socks finish off the outfit, and she hasn't put on shoes yet.

She looks … I have no words. I'm torn between wanting to show off how gorgeous my girl is and refusing to let her leave the house so that nobody else gets to see her like this but me.

"So?" she asks expectantly, a thread of self-consciousness in her tone as she spins for me before meeting my gaze. "What do you think?"

A feral growl rips from my throat before I can gather enough of my thoughts to speak coherently. "I think," I say, stalking toward her. I wind a strand of her silky hair around my finger, tugging lightly and making her eyelashes flutter. "That if you're going out like that, then you're doing it with my come inside of you and my handprint on your ass to remind you who you belong to."

Her blue eyes widen for a second before a sultry smile pulls at her full lips. "You'll need to catch me first," she giggles, taking off running.

Instinct takes over immediately, and I grin as I pull the skull mask over my face. She wants me to wear it, so I'll make her wishes come true. The squeal she makes when she glances off her shoulder and sees the plastic skull mask covering my features has adrenaline shooting through me.

I chase her as she darts around the bed and out into the hallway. Her feet slip on the wood, slowing her down as she throws her hand out to catch herself against the wall. I lunge at her, but she dives away, my hand missing her waist by a fraction. She darts into the lounge, and I follow on her heels, a fox chasing the rabbit. I'm starving for her, a feral predator high on the chase of prey.

Delaney tries to sidestep to the kitchen, but I'm faster. I grab her, yanking her to me and pinning her to the sofa. She shrieks, fighting playfully against me, her skin flushed from exertion and excitement. Her hair tangles in the bunny ear headband and fans out over the cushions.

I wedge my thigh between her legs, making her gasp and go still beneath me, and lower my face to hers. The skull mask makes my vision dark at the edges, but I can still see the way her pupils widen, and her body shivers as I get close to her.

"Run all you want, pretty girl," I say darkly. "Nothing will keep you from me. I will always catch you."

Her nipples are peaked and hard, visible through the thin material of her crop top, and I pinch one between my fingers. She jolts, moaning.

"Such a naughty girl," I whisper. "Do I need to teach you how to behave, baby girl? Do you need a lesson?"

She blinks, lips parting. "Yes, Daddy," she agrees. "Punish me. Teach me how to behave. Show me how to be your good girl."

Fuck, those words from her lips set me on fire. I grab her, slinging her over my shoulder. Her skirt rides up around her waist, exposing her lace-covered ass. I smack my palm down on the soft flesh, loving the way she gasps in response.

I stride to the bedroom, wasting no time in throwing her down onto the bed.

"On your front, face down, ass up," I instruct, satisfaction flooding my as she scrambles to obey. I ruck up her skirt higher, smoothing my hand over her ass. "How many do you think you deserve for that blatant bratty behavior?"

She trembles, pushing her ass back against my palm. "Um, five?" she says, sounding uncertain. She's such a natural at this that it's easy to forget she's never done it before, not the kink but the sex, too. I'm her first, and fuck do I like that. It also means that I have the responsibility to guide her through things properly, make sure she enjoys everything (including punishments), and keep her safe.

All responsibilities I take with deadly seriousness.

"I think you can take more than that, baby girl," I say, slipping my hand down to where she's already growing wet. "You denied me what I wanted. You ran from me, pretty girl. That deserves more than five measly swats, don't you think?"

"Yes, Daddy," she agrees, turning her head so her cheek is pressed to the pillow and she can look at me from the corner of her eye.

"Let's do fifteen, and you can consider this a warning," I tell her. "Besides, you need to be able to dance tonight. Can't have my baby girl's ass so bruised she can't move that perfect body against me on the dance floor, now, can I?"

She nods, biting her bottom lip in a way that drives me crazy.

"Count for me, baby girl," I say. "You miss one, you get an extra. Understand?" She nods, and I tap my hand against her lace-covered pussy in warning. "Use your words, Delaney."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Remember what you say if you need me to stop?" I check, needing to take care of her just as much as I need to punish her.

"Red," she says.

Pride blooms through me. I smooth my other hand down her back, holding her still as I move my hand from her damp pussy to her behind.

The first spank lands directly on the globe of her ass, making the flesh jiggle and bounce. My cock is rock fucking hard, pushing against my suit trousers.

"One," my baby girl whispers.

The second smack lands on her other ass cheek, and she murmurs two obediently into the pillow. On the fifth spank, her body begins to rock back against me, then away, as though she wants more pain at the same time as she tries to escape it. Her skin is warming to a deep red under my ministrations, and I move to her upper thigh as she gasps out ten .

"You're doing so well," I praise, rubbing my hand over her sensitive skin. "Taking your punishment so perfectly. You're making me so proud, baby girl."

The praise lights her up, and she moans and babbles against the pillows. "Thank you, Daddy," she whimpers out.

"Five more to go, pretty girl," I say, bringing my hand down at the crease where her ass meets her thigh.

"Eleven."

Another swat at the side of her cheek, mirrored swiftly on the other side.

"Twelve. Thirteen!"

She's shuddering now, moaning and trying oh so hard to hold still for me.

"Fourteen!"

"Last one," I soothe, massaging her sore skin. I land the last spank right on top of the reddest section of her ass, and she sobs out the last number.

"Fifteen ."

She collapses onto the bed, wincing a little when I turn her over, so she's lying on her back and sore ass. Her eyes are huge and glassy, a pillow crease on her cheek from where she's pressed her face against the bed, her hair a tangle in the bunny ears.

I rip my skull mask off and kiss her. I kiss her as I murmur praise against her mouth, telling her how good she did, how proud I am, how happy she makes me. She's soft and pliant beneath me, spreading her thighs to pull me closer. Her hips jerk up, her hands grasping at my shoulders and back, a needy mewl leaving her throat.

"Did the spanking get you wet?" I ask, pulling back to sit up and push her thighs apart. "Fuck, baby girl." The sight of her like this takes my breath away. She's both angelic and sinful, skirt around her waist and panties drenched. I drag the wet lace down her legs, throwing it to the floor, exposing all of her to me. She's dripping, needy, and squirming, begging to be touched where she needs it most.

I stroke two fingers through her center, keeping my touch light enough to tease her further.

"Please, Daddy," Delaney whimpers so sweetly.

"What do you need, baby girl?"

"You," she whines.

"I'm right here," I challenge. I want her to be specific, to ask for precisely what she needs, to hear the filthy words come from her sweet lips. "Tell me clearly, pretty girl. Tell me exactly what you need, and you can have it."

Delaney hesitates, her breath hitching, blinking those long lashes up at me.

"I … I need…" She swallows thickly, biting her bottom lip, like she's working up the courage to admit it. "I need all of you. Your kisses. Your touch. Your … your cock."

"That's it." I grin down at her. "That's my good fucking girl. You need Daddy's cock to make this greedy pussy feel better?"

"Yes!" she moans, eyes locked onto my movements as I unbutton and unzip my suit trousers. "Please, Daddy."

"How could I deny my good girl anything?" I groan, freeing my cock. I grab her thighs again, pull her towards me, and spear her on my length.

With one deep thrust, I'm seated inside her, her soft, hot walls clenching at me tightly. I curse under my breath as pleasure turns my blood to fire. Delaney moans, arching up, panting heavily as she adjusts to my size.

"You take me so well," I praise, marveling at her. "This perfect little pussy was made for me, wasn't it, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy," she keens. "I was made for you."

"That's right," I say, my voice so possessive the words come out as a low growl. "Now, let me prove it to you."

And then I fuck her in earnest, claiming her, body and soul, in the way I've been needing to all night. Claiming her in this slutty little costume she's going to wear out tonight, claiming her so that she won't ever forget who she belongs to.

I grip Delaney's thighs as she trembles and moans, fucking her in long, deep thrusts that send pleasure slamming into me. She feels so fucking good, so fucking perfect, so fucking mine.

"Daddy, I—" my baby girl gasps, shaking, her inner walls fluttering around me. She can't get the words out, but I know what she means, what she's trying to say.

"Come for me, pretty girl," I demand. "Give me your pleasure like a good girl."

She shatters, writhing and moaning my name as she comes on my cock. The sight of her, the feel of her, drags me over the edge, too, and I fill her with come. My vision darkens at the edges with the sheer force of bliss she throws me into, and the only thought in my mind is of her.

My everything.

After I hold her while our breathing calms then clean her up so that she's not uncomfortable, I glance at the time and laugh.

"We're late, baby girl," I tell her, smirking.

"Oops," she giggles, still flushed and full of bliss, not looking or sounding very sorry at all.

"Naughty girl," I say fondly, helping her readjust her outfit and untangle her hair from the bunny ears.

When we're both put back together, I call the car and take my girl to the party.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of drinks, lights, and dancing. Normally, I'd use events like this as opportunities to meet business colleagues or discuss deals, but tonight, work isn't on my mind at all. I barely even take note of any of the other people there, even when they come up to try to talk to me. The entire world ceases to exist when I'm with her. She's all that matters.

She's all that will ever matter from now on.

Her happiness. Her laughter. Her love.

I'll prove it to her.