Daddy's Little Liar - Maren Smith Page 0,55

beneath him.

Laughing breathlessly, he stroked her hair once, then the rosy flush of her bottom. He’d definitely found the right little girl for him.

Epilogue

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” Georgia squealed. She didn’t even care who heard them in the packed parking lot of the bus depot. From the moment she spied him coming out the spinning turn-style door, she ran to meet him, throwing herself into his arms.

He picked her all the way up off the ground in the bearhug she’d been aching to feel almost from the moment she’d left his place just over three weeks before. Well, that wasn’t quite true. The last time she’d left, she’d had the glow of his handprints burning her ass to keep her warm during the long drive home. She’d never hated having to sit so much in her life. It had been a long ten hours.

At first.

Toward the end, though, with the burning gone and the worst of the tenderness diminished, she’d moved in ways designed deliberately to wake that pain back up. Just so she could feel close to him again.

Then followed three weeks of long-distance texting, good morning messages at the start of every day, and good nights given at the end of every night. Where she then had to lie in her bed by herself, thinking about the way Daddy had sat up and looked at her in the dark of his living room, just before asking her to ‘use her words’ and confess she wanted him to punish her.

It was the first time she’d ever asked to be disciplined.

Curiosity satisfied, it would probably be the last too, although there were more than a few nights that she’d have cheerfully asked him to spank her just so she could then feel the hard pounding of his cock as he laid claim to her pussy all over again.

Daddy’s kitty, rather. The one that was even now purring for him so hard that she could feel the wetness soaking into the crotch of her shorts. Her panties would have been soaked, but he hadn’t let her wear them today. Because today was the day she was supposed to pick him up at the bus station and take him home for the last night she was ever going to spend in Oregon.

Bright and early tomorrow morning, she was New Mexico bound, where she had a nice little rental sandwiched almost halfway between Santa Fe and Solstice Springs waiting for her.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered in his ear as he put her down.

She had too, although God alone knew how that was even possible. She should own Zoom stock. She’d spent so much time on video chat with him every night after work, each of them talking about their day, the fun stuff, the mundane stuff, the exotic BDSM, and Daddy-oriented stuff.

“Ready to go home?” he whispered back into hers.

God was she ever.

Her belly warmed, her breasts growing heavy, her nipples sending tingling sparks shooting to that special place between her eager thighs.

“Do you remember what’s going to happen when we get there?”

Her pussy fluttered the most delicious spasm.

He was going to spank her, the first one she’d had in weeks that she wouldn’t have to give to herself.

The butterflies in her stomach became a swarm beyond bearing.

He was going to fuck her too, also the first she’d had that she didn’t do herself with the vibrator and dildo that he’d helped her pick out at the local adult shop. That time in the dark pizza shop parking lot was nothing compared to her own brightly lit living room, with packed boxes stacked up in the background and her legs spread wide in front of her laptop camera so Daddy could watch while she made herself come for him.

That was nothing compared to having to kneel on the edge of that same couch, hugging the back, while she used progressively larger butt plugs on herself because when Daddy got here, he wasn’t just going to fuck her the way good girls needed to be, he was going to fuck her like a bad girl too.

She honestly didn’t know which she was looking forward to the most.

She shivered. “I remember, Daddy.”

“What color are you?”

“Green. Completely green. Green all the way.”

Chuckling, he let her go to take her hand instead. “Come on, baby. Let’s go home.”

The End

Author Bio and Contact Info:

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee fanatic, dog and cat mom, was an administrator for six years at various BDSM dungeons in Kansas, reside now in Utah and am the submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author several times over, I have penned more than 160 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle and Daddy’s Little series.

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I also write under the names of Denise Hall, Darla Phelps, and Penny Alley.

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