Always My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,29
it again. “Or will daddy have to punish you?”
She shakes her head. “No, daddy.”
“Then do what daddy tells you, baby.”
Obediently, she raises her hands above her head, her eyes wide with curiosity.
“I want your first time to be good, baby,” I say. “So I want you good and wet and damn near begging for it when it’s time.”
She nods again. “Pretty much already there.”
I smile at her. “Good girl.”
I reach for my belt and unbuckle it, watching to make sure she obeys, half hoping she doesn’t. Her gaze grows wide as I slide the belt through the loops. “You are a curious little thing, aren’t you?”
She nods and bites her lip. “Mhm.” I secure her wrists and I’m just about to start kissing my way to turning her on when a wooden floorboard creaks outside the door.
“Miranda? Miranda?”
She gasps. “Oh my God. That’s my mother!”
I hold my finger up to my lips. “You stay right there. I’ve got this.”
I tug my t-shirt back on and sneak out of the room. Her mom is in the kitchen, her hand on the doorknob. She’s just about to turn it and let herself out. “Wait! Mrs. Montague.”
She turns back to me, looking around in confusion. Her brows knit together when she sees me standing there.
“Who are you?”
“Gabriel. We met earlier. I’m a friend of your daughter’s.”
She scowls at me. “Where’s my daughter?”
Tied to a bedpost, waiting to hand over her V-card.
“She’s asleep. It’s been a long day. Anything I can help you with?”
She nods. “I just came down for a glass of water.”
“Then why don’t you step away from the door and come this way?” I lead her over to the refrigerator, fetch her a glass of water, and help her back to the stairs. “Now, no more coming out to the kitchen, please. We don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”
She nods. “Okay.” She pads back upstairs, and I hear her bedroom door shut. I blow out a breath. If she had actually stepped foot outside, who knows what could’ve happened. She needs more help than she’s getting.
When I come back in the room, Miranda eyes me curiously. “You were very gentle with her. Everything okay?”
“She just wanted some water.” We’ll talk about the rest in the morning.
Her mind will be elsewhere, and I need to bring her back to the present.
“I see you’ve been daddy’s good little girl?”
Her eyes shine at me, and she nods. “Kinda hard to do anything naughty when you’re strapped to a bedpost.”
“Oh, honey. It’s very, very easy to do something naughty in this position.”
She grins at me as I make my way over to her. I kiss her softly, and our tongues touch, an instant frisson of awareness passing between us. I cup one breast while I suckle the other, until she’s keening with pleasure and panting for more. I run my tongue down her thighs to her pussy, and kiss her right there as her hips rise to meet me.
I swallow hard. I remember the taste of her on the plane. I want more.
I tease her with the very tip of my tongue, sliding down her seam, and she moans in unadulterated pleasure. Her eyes go half-lidded as I pull away, kissing down the length of her thighs. I massage under her knees and raise them so her feet are propped up on the bed.
“Spread your knees, baby. Let daddy have a look.”
She watches me in wide-eyed fascination as she moves to obey. She bites her lip, watching me.
“Good girl,” I whisper, tracing the back of my hand on her inner thing. I want her so ready she begs for me. I run my hand over and over her soft, warm thighs, gently stroke her pussy, then go back to her thighs, then return to her breasts, licking and suckling, biting and nipping.
“Oh God,” she groans. “Yessss.”
I glide my hands under her ass and squeeze her perfect globes.
“Ooohh,” she says in surprise. “I can still feel where you spanked me, daddy.”
I give her another squeeze. “Good girl. We’ll keep you good and primed, then. Did you like your spanking?”
She nods, biting her lip. “I did. I didn’t know something that hurt could be so good.”
“So you’re a kink virgin, too, I take it?”
She nods. “Uh. Yeah.”
“So you’ve never played with wax, plugs, or canes?”