14. Carly

She woke feeling warm all over and realized it was because there was a large hottie of a man wrapped around her, snoring softly. Carly turned and looked at the dark-haired man and couldn’t resist reaching out to touch his face. He almost looked gentle as he slept. Almost.

Realizing she still had the pacifier that he had given her in her mouth, Carly tugged it from her lips and studied it. She hadn’t expected that she would have liked it as much as she did, but it was surprisingly soothing and had calmed her mind. She didn’t think she would want to use it all the time, but maybe during naps.

Looking back up to the man who was holding her, Carly thought about the spanking he’d given her before her nap. It had hurt more than she’d expected, yet despite the pain, she had still felt more safe and secure with him than she had ever felt with James. Even though she had been being a brat, he didn’t belittle her or make her feel like she was worthless. Instead, she felt like his discipline came from a place of caring, which had been entirely unexpected.

He”s the Daddy you’ve always fantasized about. Caring but stern.

Although… her mind shifted, sliding back into Little space. She was a princess, and how dare he spank her. Even though she totally deserved it. Carly watched Damian sleep and wondered how she could get back at him for being such a meanie Daddy. She also wondered why it seemed so easy to slip into Little space around him. Or in general.

Maybe because you feel safer with him than you’ve felt in years. Although, he still needs to pay for being a big meanie.

Getting the bestest idea ever, Carly slowly moved out from under his arms. Her plan would only work if he stayed asleep, which was unlikely because it seemed like he was a naturally light sleeper. By the time she got out of bed and confirmed that he was still sleeping, she was winded.

Boy, sneaking around is tough work.

Grabbing her panties off the floor, she tiptoed out of the room. Carly went to the bedroom where all her belongings were and dug through one of her work bags. When she found what she needed, she tiptoed back to Damian’s bedroom. Daddy had to pay for being a big meanie.

Standing at the side of the bed, she listened to his light snores, confirming that he was still sleeping, and went to work. Opening the bottle of eyelash glue, Carly ran a bead of glue over the band of the fake eyelashes. Ever so slowly, she reached over and very gently placed the eyelashes on one of Damian’s closed lids.

Suppressing a giggle, she moved quickly to do the same with the eyelashes for the other side. As she moved her hand over to place the second band of lashes on his lid, Damian moved, and she nearly had a heart attack.

As soon as he settled, he let out another snore, and she took a breath of relief. Sure, she was probably going to be in big trouble for this when he woke up, but Daddy looked so pretty with long lashes, and it would be totally worth it. Maybe she should take a picture and use it as blackmail so he wouldn’t spank her anymore.

As soon as she had the second band of eyelashes set on his lids, Carly covered her mouth to stifle the giggle. He looked so pretty. So so pretty.

Tiptoeing back out of the room, Carly put the eyelash glue back in her bag and paid a visit to the bathroom. After she did her business, she went across the hall to her playroom, sat on the floor next to her bin of Barbies, and began to play. Even though she tried to focus on her toys, her mind was on her Daddy down the hall and how long it would take him to wake up and figure out how cute he looked.

“Caroline Elizabeth!”

Well, that didn’t take long.

Carly crawled over to the closet as quickly as she could and slid inside, closing the door behind her. He would have to find her first, and she had found a super-secret hiding spot, so good luck to him.

She could hear his heavy footsteps walking down the hall, and when they stopped in front of the playroom, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

“Little girl, little girl, come out wherever you are. Daddy’s going to find you.”

Carly stifled a giggle, and when she heard footsteps walking away from the playroom, she felt triumphant. It only took a minute or two before she heard the footsteps coming back, and they were getting closer, and then the closet door swung open.

She looked up at Damian and smiled. The eyelashes were still stuck to his eyes, and she couldn’t help but grin wider before she broke out into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, hi, Daddy! You look so pretty.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, but she could see the amusement in his eyes. Maybe she wouldn’t be in trouble after all. Damian reached down and quickly plucked her up off the floor before swinging her up and over his shoulder.

“Wait, Daddy! I can explain. Put me down!”

A sharp smack landed on her bottom, and she tried to wiggle out from his grasp, but he held her tightly in place. So she did the next best thing that came to mind. She smacked his bottom. The growl that followed told her that was probably a very bad idea.

“Daddy, where are you taking me? Can we talk about this? I was practicing for work.”

When he moved her upright, Damian set her down on the bathroom counter and trapped her between his arms. She knew he was trying to look stern, but the lashes didn’t help with that.

“Caroline Elizabeth, you are in so much trouble. Get these things off of me.”

Hmph. Party pooper.

She reached up and pulled the lashes away from his eyelids as carefully as she could. When the set of lashes had been removed, she smiled innocently.

“Hi, Daddy. Did you have a good nap?”

He gave her an incredulous look and leaned forward until his face was only inches from hers.

“I had a very pleasant nap until I woke up to find my little girl was long gone out of bed and I had hair glued to my eyes. Want to explain yourself before I reheat your bottom?”

Darn it. She should have taken a picture.

“Um… No, not really.”

He nodded sharply and picked her up from the counter, carrying her back into his room. When he set her down on her feet, she stood in front of him awkwardly, unsure if she should bolt or stay and face the music.

“Don’t even think about whatever you’re planning in your head, little girl. It will make it so much worse for you.”

She shivered at his words.

“Strip, Carly.”

Snapping her head up to meet his gaze, Damian raised an eyebrow and waited silently.

“Strip?” she asked nervously.

“Yes. Strip naked unless you would prefer I undress you.”

Her body trembled slightly. Only it wasn’t trembling with fear so much as arousal. She stared at him, unable to move. When he reached out and began tugging her shirt up, she let out a slight noise of protest but let him undress her. She knew her safeword and knew that he would stop if she used it. She didn’t need or want to use it yet, although she had no idea what he was going to do to her, and that seemed to be turning her on even more.

Once she was standing in front of him, completely naked, she looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes seemed darker than usual as he took in her naked body.

“Such a pretty but very naughty little girl. What is Daddy going to do with you?”

It was then that Carly realized that the type of trouble she was in wasn’t real trouble. She could see his erection through his pants, and the glint in his eyes told her she was going to get something totally different from him. He looked like a lion that had hunted his prey and was ready to attack.

“Go bend over the side of the bed and put your arms out in front of you. Keep your eyes forward, and don’t move.”

Holy shit, what had she gotten herself into? Her knees wobbled, and her pussy just seemed to get wetter as she walked over to the tall bed. She was on her tiptoes by the time she got situated, and she hoped he couldn’t see the arousal dripping down her leg.

She could hear movement behind her, but she didn’t dare look back to see what Damian was doing. Carly jumped and then moaned when his fingers came into contact with her pussy. Removing his touch just as quickly, Damian moved so he was standing at her side.

“My little girl is so wet and needy. What’s your safeword, Carly?”

“Red, Daddy,” she said softly.

The first smack came as a surprise, although it didn’t really hurt, and it wasn’t his hand that had landed on her bottom. It was something wide and long enough to cover both cheeks. Turning her head to look at what he had used to spank her, Carly’s eyes widened at the wide leather strap that Damian held.

“Eyes forward, naughty girl.”

She turned her head back so her eyes were looking forward toward where her hands were stretched out. Another smack landed, and her entire bottom warmed with a stinging heat that she couldn’t explain. It was like one of those salty-sweet snacks. It was the best of both worlds.

“So my naughty little girl wants to play pranks on Daddy, does she?”

Smack!

Oh God, the pain turned into pleasure.

“I was only playing, Daddy.”

Smack!

“I know you were only playing, baby girl. And remember when I told you that Daddy could dish it out so much better?”

Fuck.

Smack!

Who knew a piece of leather could feel so damn good? It felt as though it was biting her skin and then leaving the heat of a kiss across her cheeks.

“I love that my Carly girl is comfortable playing tricks on her Daddy. However, my Carly girl will pay dearly for those tricks.”

Smack!

Carly moaned and arched her bottom up higher, practically begging to feel the strap on her bottom again. She hadn’t ever been as turned on as she felt right then. Submitting to Damian did something to her body that she didn’t even know was possible. It felt as though she was burning from the inside out, and that burn was caused by the six-foot-three man who was spanking her backside.

Smack!

“Oh, God! Daddy!”

“Yes, baby doll, arch that beautiful ass up for me.”

She pressed higher onto her tip-toes, trying to get her bottom as high up for him as she could.

Smack!

Sucking in a deep breath of air, Carly moaned and felt her body going higher and higher into the clouds. She felt him place the strap next to her on the bed, and a moment later, she screamed out as his mouth came into contact with her clit.

Gripping the sheets, Carly moaned and begged for more as Damian licked and sucked at her clit. She realized that he was on his knees behind her, using his thumbs to spread her wide so he could lick and taste every bit of her.

“You don’t come without permission, little girl,” he growled.

Fuck. How the hell was she supposed to hold off?

Her body trembled as he used his mouth to bite and suck on her clit at the same time as he easily slid two fingers into her wet passage. Carly screamed out when his fingers curled inside of her and stroked that special place inside of her.

“Daddy! Fuck. Daddy, please!”

Damian thrust his fingers in and out of her with such force that Carly wasn’t going to be able to stop her climax.

“Daddy! I need to come!”

She felt her pussy begin to tighten as her orgasm started, but Damian suddenly pulled away.

“Ahh! Damian! Nooo!”

Smack! Smack!

That time it was Damian’s hand.

“My name is Daddy. And naughty little girls who play pranks on their Daddies don’t get to come.”

Carly whipped around to look at him, sure, he was just being playful, but he raised his eyebrow at her and crossed his arms over his chest. Carly buried her face in the blankets, letting out a pitiful loud sigh.

Big mean Daddy. Daddies are big meanies!

She heard him chuckle behind her, and when she lifted her head to turn back to him and give him a piece of her mind, her mouth nearly dropped open as he stood in front of her, naked and stroking his hand up and down his glorious cock. Holy fuck.

“Now, maybe if my baby girl apologizes for being so naughty and asks very nicely for her Daddy to make her come, he might consider it.”

Oh shit.

Biting her bottom lip, Carly looked up at him with the biggest, most innocent eyes she could make.

“I’m really sorry for pranking you, Daddy. Will you pretty please fuck me until I come? Please? With sugar and cherries on top?”

Damian smiled, and she was sure her heart skipped a beat.

“Are you sure you’re ready for that, Carly? I can pleasure you in other ways if you’re not ready.”

“I’m so ready, Daddy. I want you. I want to feel you inside of me, please. Please, please, please!”

With his cock still in one hand, Damian walked over to his nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer. He quickly sheathed himself and lined himself up behind her, grabbing onto her hips. Slowly, he nudged the head of his cock between her lips, and she felt herself stretching as he inched his way in.

“Such a tight little pussy. It looks so beautiful stretching around my cock.”

Holy shit. She wished she could see what he was seeing because it sounded so damn hot.

She was still on the verge of her orgasm, and inch by glorious inch, Carly moaned and cried out until his hips were flush with her ass. Wiggling her ass to try to get him to move, she yelped when a firm hand landed on her bottom.

“Little girl, you’re not in control here.”

“But, Daddy, I need you.”

“Oh, you need me, huh? You need Daddy’s cock inside of you, pounding into your pretty pussy?”

“Yes! Oh, God!”

Damian pulled himself back until he was nearly out of her and then thrust himself in with such force that her feet were no longer touching the ground, and she was pinned in place with his large hands. Carly screamed out as he repeated it, over and over until she couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Come for me, baby,” Damian demanded.

One hand left her hip and snaked its way into her hair, grabbing a handful in his fist, pulling firmly. The pain mixed with pleasure made her explode, screaming out into the room while he continued to fuck her into oblivion. The last thing she remembered hearing was his own grunts of release.