Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,61

ahead and ignore that ‘no’ then, sweetheart. I’ve been worried about getting it right with you because you’re important to me, but as much as you like being good for me, you also need to fight it a little just so you know I won’t let you get away with it, don’t you? You need to make sure I mean it? That I’ll give you what you need even when you tell me not to? Even when you’re scared to admit you do need it?”

“No,” I whispered, a fresh wave of humiliation washing through me.

It was like he was inside my head or something, and how the fuck could he want to actually get stuck with me, be my Daddy, “take care of me” and whatever, if he actually knew all that shit about me?

“I’m not going anywhere, Jordan,” he said, his voice smooth and seductive as it flowed through me like a drug. “I will always give you what you need. I didn’t want to scare you by telling you how much you matter to me, but I think it scares you more not to know. So, sweetheart, just to be clear, you’re it for me. My boy. And all I want to be is your Daddy. Yours. No one else’s. I just want you, Jordan.”

Jesusfuck, my eyes were stinging. What was he even doing to me?

“But if I do get it wrong,” he went on, rubbing my back now. “If you truly need me to stop, I need you to say ‘milk,’ okay? Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“What?” I rasped. “I don’t even like milk.”

“I know,” he said, sounding like he was smiling. “So go ahead and tell me ‘no’ as much as you need to and say ‘stop’ whenever you want, but I’m going to ignore those words for now. But if it’s ever really too much, you have to promise that you’ll say ‘milk’ so I know you mean it. That’s your only job, petal. You can leave everything else up to me.”

My heart suddenly started pounding again and a weird, shivery heat swept through me. “Like a… a safe word?”

“Yes,” he said. “Exactly like that.”

Oh shit. I licked my lips, then swallowed. A safe word was some serious Christian Grey bullshit. “Are you... is this… um, do I actually need that? How hard are you going to spank me?”

Because I couldn’t take it if he was suddenly going to do something hardcore.

But he wouldn’t?

I didn’t want him to.

But fuck, if he did, if I had to take it, if Daddy really thought I needed it, if it wasn’t up to me…

Oh shit. I was suddenly grinding on his lap again without meaning to, my head starting to feel fuzzy and my stomach shivering with every jerk of my cock, because I wanted it. Not a hardcore spanking, but I wanted Daddy to be in charge. Didn’t care about anything else, as long as that was true. Andy could own my ass and do whatever he wanted to it, spank it or fuck it or have a goddamn tea party on it, just so long as he meant everything else… and it was scary how bad I wanted him to mean everything else. Terrifying.

It would be totally completely absolutely stupid of me to believe he actually meant it… but fuck, I really wanted to.

No. I really was fucked, because I didn’t just want to believe him.

I already did.

14

Andy

“You don’t need to worry about how hard I’m going to spank you,” I murmured, my heart swelling in my chest as Jordan finally gave in. “Because that’s not up to you.”

“Okay,” he said, his words starting to sound beautifully slow and just the slightest bit slurred, like he’d already started to fall into that submissive place I’d seen him lose himself in before.

“What’s your safe word, Jordan?” I pressed. “I need to know you remember before we start.”

“Milk,” he said with a sigh, relaxing even further across my lap.

“That’s right, baby. You’re so good for me. So beautiful like this. Thank you for letting me take care of you.”

He made a gorgeous little humming sound in response, his cock a hard, heavy weight trapped between us and the rest of his body draped across my knees like he’d finally accepted that it was exactly where he was meant to be.

I squeezed his incredible ass, already the slightest bit pink from the smacks I’d given him earlier. “Do you know why I’m spanking you?”

“Because you’re Daddy,” he