Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Cas

For the rest of the days' drive, and at both stops, Polly was well-behaved. I wasn't sure if I was satisfied with a job well done, and a lesson well learned or disappointed at not having another chance to have her ass-up across my lap.

Maybe a little bit of both, but I didn't need to be either, because as it happened, Polly's well-behavedness ended the second the hotel room door closed behind us. Or maybe I pushed her brat to the surface on purpose…

"I'm so tirrrred," Polly whined, collapsing face first onto one of the beds. "Did you write down your plan somewhere, cause I need to look it over and see how much hiking you've added. This was supposed to be a semi-relaxing trip, not an utterly exhausting one."

"I'm sorry, did you not enjoy feeding the donkeys, or hiking the Grand Canyon?" I knew she had, because she'd been bouncy and excited all day, and purchased a ton of souvenirs from the old western ghost town.

Polly sat up and pouted. "I did. I'm just tired. And hungry." She lifted her arm and made a face. "And stinky. Ugh. Dibs on the shower."

I'd wanted Polly in her bigger headspace during the day, and for the most part she had been, but now that we were alone in the privacy of our room, I couldn't help but want to drag her back to a Littler state.

I licked my lips as I stared at her. She was dressed in short denim shorts, and a pale pink tank top. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, threaded through the back of a pink Grand Canyon hat she'd purchased, and her face was glistening with the dew of sweat. Dust stuck to her skin. She'd put on sunscreen at my insistence, but she must have missed a few spots because her chest and shoulders had been tinged pink from the sun. In my mind, she'd never looked more beautiful, except maybe in her schoolgirl outfit.

And she was more than capable of taking care of herself. I knew that. I didn't know if she really wanted to, but I knew that I didn't really want her to. My cock grew underneath my khaki shorts, and I shifted my stance, reminding myself that this was dangerous territory. Unless Polly did something naughty, I really shouldn't go into Daddy mode. I shouldn't act on my desires. They would only lead places I wasn't sure we should go.

Correction. They would only lead places we definitely shouldn't go. I was pretty sure we both wanted to, and would, if her brother wasn't an issue.

Leave it alone, Cas, my inner voice warned.

Spoiler Alert: I didn't listen. I pushed where I had no right to push. And Polly liked it.

"Stand up and take down your shorts."

She visibly startled, sitting up straighter as her eyes went wide, but she didn't tell me to get fucked. "What?" Why?" She blinked wide eyes at me. "I… I was good."

I stifled a chuckle. "Yes, you were, but I want to check your ass and see how tore up it is. The hairbrush can be a nasty bugger."

"Oh. Okay…" She pushed to her feet, meeting my gaze while her fingers worked the button on her shorts.

I held my breath as she pushed the fabric down her hips, all the way down to the floor and stepped out of them, until all she was wearing was pink bikini panties.

"Well I can't see through your undies," I said expectantly, motioning for her to take them off.

She turned around slowly, drawing it out as if she knew what she was doing to me. Finally, she pushed the fabric down, revealing a once milky white bottom marred by mottled bruises. It looked worse than I'd expected.

"Shit," I hissed, making a mental note to pick up some arnica in the morning. I knew I hadn't been gentle, but still, she shouldn't look quite this bad. Stepping closer, I poked at a purple spot with my finger. "Have you ever been spanked before?" I asked, pretty sure I knew the answer.

Polly sighed. "Not since I was very young."

"That's probably why you needed it so badly," I grunted, thinking about all the times during her teenage years I'd lamented in my head that she needed a good spanking.

"Maybe." Polly pulled up her panties and turned. She didn't put her shorts back on. My erection tented my shorts. If she looked down, she'd know exactly what she was doing to me, but her eyes were locked on mine. "You threatened a few times over the years."

She took a step closer and my breath hitched as I tried to follow the conversation. "Did I? I only remember once."

"I thought about it a lot. I think… I think a part of me wanted it. Needed it."

I grunted. "You definitely needed it. But it wouldn't have been right." I cleared my throat. This was venturing into dangerous territory. The thoughts I'd had about her needing a spanking back then were not the same as the thoughts I was having about it now.

I turned my attention to her bruises, despite no longer having a view of them. "Your butt looks pretty bad. Probably had to do with it being your first time."

Polly nodded. Her eyes were full of lust and she was still standing in front of me in her tank top and panties.

"Does it hurt much?" I asked.

"The pain is fading, but sitting all day in the car wasn't great." She shrugged and looked up at me, her eyes wet with unshed tears. "Don't feel bad… Daddy. I deserved it. And I needed it."

God. She had to know what she was doing to me. I had to regain control. The question was… what kind of control? Control over my own damn self—the responsible thing—or control over her—the kind I so desperately wanted to take?

Her hands splayed across my chest. "I like it when you take control."

Fuck. Shit. Damn. Was she reading my mind?

My cock ached. It had gone from semi-stiff to rock-hard. Dangerous territory.

"We need to… ah… you should…" I looked around the small two-bed room, feeling trapped. "Next time, I'll have to book two rooms," I grunted.

"Why?" Polly stepped even closer, until her heaving chest was almost pressed up against mine. "If we aren't sharing, how will I remember to behave?"

I narrowed my eyes to slits. "You're a smart girl. I'm sure you'll manage."

She fluttered her long lashes at me. "I'm just a naughty girl, who needs a Daddy to help her be good."

Fuck. She was playing with fire. She was being naughty , but she hadn't been naughty. Which meant I had absolutely no right to do anything I was about to do.

I did it anyway.

Raising my hand, I pointed toward the bathroom. "Go shower. And get changed. No panties. And wear one of the new pajamas I got you. You're gonna be Daddy's girl tonight."

Polly

Fuck yes.

All day Cas had been hovering between full Daddy and just a protective older brother type. I could tell he wanted to treat me a certain way, but because of Jared, he was holding back.

There was a small part of me that was saying to let it be, and leave well enough alone, Vegas had been a one-off, but an even bigger part of me that wanted to see exactly how far this would go. I was even tempted to get into trouble again, just to see what would happen, but not only would that feel yucky, there really hadn't been much opportunity to do so.

So when Cas ordered me to strip and show him my bottom, I had to push. I could see the raw heat in his eyes and his tented shorts.

I knew he was barely keeping control of his emotions, and I was tired of controlling mine.

Ever since Vegas when he demanded I let him punish me for my naughtiness, I had seen Cas in a whole new light. I'd always known I liked reading Daddy books, but living it, even for a moment, was a whole new level of addiction.

So I would do what Cas said. Whatever he said. And hope it wasn't too boring.

As I sauntered to the small, rustic bathroom, and stepped beneath the spray of the shower, I wondered if Cas would join me. Probably not, but a girl could dream.

So I lingered, taking my time washing every inch of skin and shaving more areas than usual, including my pussy. Did Cas like his girls bare? Would he even get to see it? I hoped so, and I wasn't above taking matters into my own hands to make sure he did.

Eventually, the water began to run cold and I started to worry that I'd given Cas too much time by himself, that the spell would be broken. I stepped out, turned off the water, and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel. Eyeballing the drop-bottom, long-underwear-style pajamas covered in rainbows that Cas had directed me to wear, I picked them up, and held onto them as I stepped into the main room.

Was I being willfully disobedient? Maybe a little, but if Cas wanted me to wear these, he was going to have to put them on me himself.

Cas was sitting in a chair, perusing the pictures he'd taken on his phone. He glanced up when I entered, and his eyebrows raised.

"You're not dressed."

I shrugged.

He stood. "I told you to put those pajamas on."

"I didn't want to." My heart raced, thumping in my chest.

Cas folded his arms. "It doesn't matter what you want, little girl. When Daddy tells you to do something, you do it."

"Are you Daddy?" I challenged. "It's hard to tell. You're so hot and cold."

He glared, but somehow the expression on his face pushed me to keep going.

"Cas… I… I've never had what you've given me. And… I didn't realize how badly I needed it. I can't… I can't keep hovering in a space of limbo. I can't do this part-time, according to your whims. It will hurt too much." A hot tear streaked unbidden down my cheek. "Fuck," I swore, wiping it away.

Cas closed the space between us, pulled off my towel, and whipped me around, landing one hard smack on my already sore ass. "Daddy doesn't like cussing." He used a hand on my shoulder to whirl me back around to face him.

"Cas," I started, shaking my head before my eyes met his. The softness, the need, the pure dominance I saw there stopped me in my tracks. Almost. "Cas…" I said again, my tone warning. "I can't do the hot and cold. If you can't do this with me, out of some sort of loyalty to my brother, who if we're being honest, probably wouldn't care, or even notice…" I shook my head. "I can't do that. If that's going to be the case, we should go home tomorrow."

"I get it, Polly, I do." He sighed, and I could almost see the war taking place in his brain. "You bring out my Daddy side, in a way nobody else ever has. I've always been able to switch it on and off, but with you, it's always there, lurking, sneaking out. I want it too… to explore this. But I have to wonder if it's worth what we are potentially giving up."

"Jared?" It felt weird to speak my brother's name when I was standing naked in front of his best friend. "It feels like it's worth it to me, Cas, or maybe I'm just blinded by my want for you." I stepped closer, and took his hand, pressing it between my legs.

"You're wet."

"I have been for days. Ever since before we left. I feel like I'm going crazy, Cas. I can't keep on this way. If you don't want to do this for real, we need to turn around and go home."

I saw the pain in his eyes at my words and it gave me hope.

"And then what?" he croaked.

"And then we go back to the way we were before. Roommates who avoid each other as much as possible with a mutual link between us."

"I don't know if I can."

I didn't know if I could either.

"So, what do we do?" I asked.

"This." Finally, his voice held the confidence–the pure Daddy Dominance–it had been missing as he closed the space between us. "We do this."

His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me to him as his lips captured mine in a kiss that was claiming, punishing, wanting. Demanding.

When he pulled away we were both panting. His eyes narrowed on the pajamas I was still clutching in my hand. "Naughty girl. When Daddy tells you to do something, you do it."

"Oops," I whispered, my voice thick and raspy. "And what if I don't?"

"Then I guess you'll have to be punished."

Thank god.