Page 38 of Daddy's Claim
“Good fucking girl. Don’t you ever forget it again, you hear me?”
“I won’t, I won’t, Daddy, please!”
“Fuck, baby. Come for me again, Nora. Come for Daddy one more time.”
Reaching around, I gave her clit a hard, punishing pinch and she threw her head back, screaming for Daddy as she came again. It was all I needed to push me over the edge and I went still, buried deep inside of her as my cock swelled and emptied into her womb.
Was she on birth control? If she was, we were going to be getting her off of it as soon as possible. Maybe it made me a Neanderthal, but I wanted her barefoot and pregnant, her belly round with my child. It shocked me how strong that desire was, but I wasn’t quite ready to think about why I was wanting things with Nora I’d never wanted with anyone else.
When we were both a bit steadier, I gathered her up and carried her over to Luca’s long, comfortable couch. The moment we sat, she snuggled into me with a happy sigh.
“That’s my good girl,” I praised her quietly, stroking my hands down her back.
“Am I gettin’ a spanking?” she asked, yawning widely.
There was no doubt she’d earned one, but I didn’t have the heart to go through with it, not when she was cuddled up on my lap, all sweet and submissive like this. “If you tell me why you snuck out tonight, I won’t spank you.”
Sighing heavily, she shifted, as if she were trying to press herself even closer to me. “I was upset you were going to be late again. I—you promise you won’t spank me?”
“Promise.”
“It made me feel, I don’t know, unimportant I guess. I always sorta thought when I finally got married, it would be… different.”
“Yeah, I get that.” I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “I can’t promise there won’t be any more late nights. Especially with everything that’s going on right now. But you are important to me, Nora. What I can promise, is that I will do everything in my power to make sure you know that every damn day. And if I’m not living up to that promise, you just tell me, all right? No more lying, no more sneaking out. I need you to talk to me, like an adult, instead of acting out like a bratty teenager. Okay?”
“Okay. But, um, since we’re being honest…”
“What, baby?”
Her grin was full of mischief when she sat up. “Could I maybe sneak out sometimes if I promise to be safe? Because that punishment was really fucking hot.”
My cock was already stirring again at the thought of all the wicked, depraved things I could do to her in front of our “audience”. “Deal. But you have to come here. If you go anywhere else, I’ll—”
“I know, I know.” She rolled her eyes, as sassy as ever. “You’ll whip my ass until I can’t sit for a week. I got the memo.”
“Maybe I should bust your ass, after all.”
“Nope.” With a happy little hum, she settled back into her previous position, snuggled up against my chest. “You already promised no spankings tonight.”
“Brat.” Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her close and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
“Yup. But you’re stuck with me.”
I wouldn’t have it any other way, princess.
Thirteen
Mikey
With Nora tucked safely in bed, I made my way downstairs in search of some of my cousin’s scotch.
I found the scotch, and the cousin, in his office. The pale glow of his computer screen illuminated the serious expression on his face. It struck me how much older he was starting to look, and not for the first time I worried about the toll his role in the family took on him.
“Late night.” I deliberately kept my tone light and teasing as I dropped down into the visitor’s chair, the same one I had sat in just a few days ago with Nora on my lap, whispering promises of what was to come in her ear while we watched my cousin turn his wife’s ass red with welts. It was hard to believe that hadn’t been months ago with all that had happened in the hours between then and now.
Cole grunted, his scowl deepening at whatever he was staring at on his screen. “Unfortunately. I assume our Nora is upstairs, sleeping on her stomach tonight?”
“Ah, not exactly.”