Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Polly

His words turned out to be prophetic. Having a full-time Daddy was exhausting. And I was bad at it. It felt like I was constantly getting warning looks and threats of punishment. That cocked eyebrow and the phrase, "Are you sure about that, little girl" became Daddy speak for just wait till we get to the hotel. Or an abandoned rest stop. Or a gas station with a family bathroom. I quickly learned Cas wasn't picky, and had no qualms about finding the privacy to deliver a few well-placed swats.

And yeah, I was testing him a bit. I couldn't help myself and he was apparently up for the challenge.

But my getting sick of him wasn't the only thing he'd been right about. The sun rising over the canyon had been amazing to see, and sipping coffee with Cas on the back porch while we witnessed nature's spectacle had been pretty special.

The soreness in my ass was starting to subside too, or at least until Cas spanked me again. Every new swat reignited old pain and by the third time he'd stopped for that reason alone, I swore to stop pushing him and be a good girl. If I didn't, we'd never reach our destination.

But eventually we did. Horseshoe Bend was a quick hike despite the blistering heat, and thankfully there were so many people around my butt was safe.

We hiked hand-in-hand to the lookout, where we snapped some pictures, drank our water, and enjoyed the amazing view before making the hike back.

"That was really cool," Cas said as he buckled me in, another Daddy thing he insisted on doing. "It's crazy how much cool stuff there is so close to us that I haven't even seen."

"Yeah well… you were kind of busy going to school and raising a teenager."

"True." Cas winked, then leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Worth it because now I get to see all the cool things with you."

Be still my heart. I actually melted. It was hard to not feel guilty when I thought about how much Cas had sacrificed for us, but with little comments like that, he was quick to make sure I understood he didn't regret it.

"Where next?" Cas asked as he climbed in the driver's seat and passed me a bag of candy and my water bottle.

I shrugged. "I don't remember. You're the one who changed all the plans."

"Oh good, then wherever we end up will be a surprise, and if I get us lost, you won't even know."

I rolled my eyes, certain that Cas knew exactly where we were going next and opened a book. It wasn't a dirty book, though, because those were all on my kindle and I hadn't thought to download anything new before we set out this morning. So instead, I was struggling to get into a popular sports rom-com. I made it through about five pages before I closed the book with a sigh, and turned my attention to the Daddy beside me. Cas. My Daddy. It was going to take some getting used to.

"Since we're a thing now, for real, you should tell me your name," I started, bringing back the game we'd been playing every day of the trip.

Cas glanced away from the road long enough to give me the side-eye. "Nope. Not gonna happen. Besides, why would I tell you when we have a bet in place?"

"Fine," I huffed, not at all sad now that I remembered the bet. There was a lot I could do with winner's choice. "Casarius. Cashmere. Casimir. Casio?"

"Casio?" Cas barked out a laugh. "Like the calculator?"

I shrugged. "If I was named after a calculator, I wouldn't want to tell people either."

He chuckled. "Fair point, but no, I'm not named after a calculator and none of those are correct."

I sighed. "Pretty sure I've exhausted all the C A S names in the world."

"Pretty sure I never said it was a Cas name, now did I?" Cas turned to me with a shit eating grin. "A lot of names in the world, babygirl. Hmmm, maybe I should start thinking about what I want when I win…"

He tapped his chin and I glowered. "Keep your eyes on the road, Casper." If I couldn't guess his name, I would just call him whatever I wanted.

"Keep trying, babygirl. Keep trying."

I knew I would, but the not being a C-A-S name thing had thrown me for a loop. Where did I even begin now? With a sigh, I turned my attention out the window staring at the mountains.

So far this road trip was way more than I had bargained for, in all the best ways.

Cas

"Wake up, babygirl." Reaching over to touch Polly's shoulder, I gave a gentle shake. She'd been passed out for hours. Not that I blamed her. I'd kept her up late and woke her up early, and we'd already hiked several miles before noon.

Polly startled and wiped the spittle from the corner of her mouth before gaping at me horrified. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Hours. It's time for dinner, and then after dinner, we'll hike the badlands for a little while. Aztec is going to have to wait until morning."

She blinked, still getting her bearings. "Dinner? Already?"

"Well, it will be an early dinner. We're just waiting for the sun to go down a bit before we do any more hiking."

"Oh yay. More hiking." She was awake now, fumbling for her purse.

I grinned at how sleepy and out of it she looked. "These stops were your idea, not mine," I reminded her before exiting the truck to come around to her side and let her out.

"I know, I know," she grumbled when I yanked the passenger side door open. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

I offered my hand and she jumped down from the truck, then looked around the parking lot. "McDonalds?" That's where you're taking me for dinner?" She couldn't keep the disdain out of her tone.

"Golden Arches, baby. I've been driving all day, and that's what I want."

"Ugh fine." She pouted. "I swear you have the palate of a five-year-old."

I chuckled and popped her butt as she started to walk across the parking lot.

She stopped short and whirled around to glare at me. "What was that for?"

I held up one finger. "One, don't insult Daddy." I held up another. "Two, get back here and walk with me."

I expected sass, given her grumpy, sleepy state and even wondered if they had a family bathroom at the McDonalds, but instead of being sassy, she smiled, held back until I caught up and placed her hand in mine. "Sorry," she whispered.

My Daddy heart grew two sizes. Sometimes, this thing between us still felt temporary, like we were playing, like it had an expiration date. I had to remind myself of the progress we'd made, and where we stood now. But in that moment, it felt real.

"Good girl," I whispered.

Polly's cheeks flushed as she looked up at me. "I… like it when you call me a good girl."

And I liked making her happy, almost as much as I liked making her squeal. "Good. Girl," I repeated, emphasizing each word. "Don't complain and maybe I'll show you what happens to good girls tonight, instead of showing you what bad girls get."

Polly's mouth dropped open, and lust glazed her eyes. Her throat pulsed as she swallowed, hard. "Maybe I like what bad girls get," she finally said.

I bit back a smirk as we reached the restaurant doors, pulling them open and ushering her in with a hand on her back. I leaned in close to whisper "That's because you haven't seen what good girls get."

That shut up her sass, just like I knew it would. She turned to me with wider eyes than I'd ever seen. Her lips parted and her tongue darted between them.

"What do good girls get?" she whispered, her voice awe-struck.

"I don't know. Why don't you be a good girl and find out?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Polly

As it turned out, I found out after a fast-food dinner and two hours of hiking, a million photos and six threats of a spanking later, good girls, or at least kind of almost good girls, get the same thing as bad girls. It just hurts less and feels good.

That night in our crappy hotel room, Cas introduced me to the wonders of erotic spanking. Instead of an evil brush, he used his hand, and the delicious slaps against my tender skin were delightful. Even better was when he would pause to slip his hands between my legs, dip a finger between my soft folds and tease my clit.

"Oh god," I moaned, gyrating against his touch. "It feels so good."

"Yeah?" Does it make you want to try harder to be good?"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," I teased, not even caring when my sass was rewarded with a hard smack across my bottom.

"Really, baby girl?" Cas' voice was hard, but there was a hint of a smirk in it.

"Maybe I need more convincing?" Laying across his lap, I wiggled just enough to put my arm between us and grab hold of his cock.

"Ohhh, baby." He moaned, but batted my hand away. "Daddy is making you feel good right now. It's your turn. You can make Daddy feel good later."

I sighed deeply, like I was put off by his denial, but the truth was, I found it incredibly sexy that he just wanted to focus on me.

And when I wasn't in trouble… a spanking really was enjoyable. But who was I kidding? There was a part of me that enjoyed it either way.

Still a punishment was a different kind of enjoyment, more like a cleansing, humiliating, oh my god, why do I like this kind, and this was sensual. This was Cas trying to make sure I felt good. The smacks were stingy, yet luxurious, and he would pause between them to play with me, stroking the folds of my soaking wet pussy as he whispered sweet nothings about what a good girl I was.

And just when I thought I would come from his hand and his fingers alone, he flipped me over, got out from under me and off the bed, grabbed my legs and scooched me until my ass was even with the edge of the mattress. He knelt down in front of me.

My throat went dry. Was he about to…

He couldn't be, right? Because guys didn't actually like to do that. That's what my friends always said anyway. And I'd never had a guy try before.

But Cas was. Like it was no big thing.

He just lined up his face between my legs, wrapped his arms around my thighs and buried himself in my pussy.

And Ho-ly shit. His tongue… oh my god, his tongue. He moved it inside me like he was a world class pianist, and I was his beloved instrument. My hands fisted the bedsheets beneath me as my chest heaved. I told myself I couldn't come that fast, but who was I kidding. The man was a fucking god with a golden tongue, who wielded it like he'd taken a master class in the art of pussy eating and come out with a PHd in female pleasure.

"Oh my god, Cas, oh my god!"

He stopped just long enough to pull away and look me in my eyes. "It's Daddy," he growled in a tone that was so feral, demanding and possessive I about came on the spot.

I managed not to, by some miracle of extreme willpower and then, Cas added his fingers to the mix and all hope was lost. The combination of his fingers inside me, pounding my pussy hard while his soft and agile tongue worked my clit took me places I had never been.

Arching my back, I screamed, wrapping my fingers in his errant locks, desperate to connect us somehow, to touch him, to feel even more of him. A need so insatiable filled me, and Cas just kept going.

Blood rushed hot through my veins like lava, heating me from the inside out. I could tell I was flushed and covered in goosebumps, and Cas… Cas just kept working his magic until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Daddy!" I screamed. I pushed at his head, trying frantically to get away as every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. But he held my thighs tighter and just kept going until I was shaking, screaming out my release, trembling around him. I'd never come so hard in my life. And every time I had even come close had been with Cas.

One week with him and I was ruined for other men. Forever.

God, this better work out or I'd be an old maid spinster for life, pining over the Daddy who got away.