Page 17 of Maid for Daddy

I slap her ass as I continue to drive myself inside her. She cries out and I slap her ass again. I can’t stop myself and end up giving her a full-on spanking, feeling her slit cream from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

She responds so well to the roughness that she moans and says, “I think I’m gonna come again, Daddy.”

“That’s my sweet, sexy girl. I want you to come hard with me.”

I lift her, wrapping her arms around my neck. I dig my fingers into her hips as I fill her with my load. I’ve never come so hard in my life. Her body quakes as she succumbs to her own orgasm then goes limp against mine. Still inside her, I guide her down onto her belly and cover her with my body. She’s so tiny that she nearly disappears beneath me.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“I feel good. How was it? Did you like me?”

I roll over, pulling her on top of me. “You’re the best I ever had. I told you, little girl, you were made for me.”

I stroke her hair as she drifts off into a peaceful sleep on my chest. This is what I’ve been waiting for, but now that it’s become a reality, I’m even more concerned about my brother’s presence.

He made more than his share of enemies before he went away, most of whom would take pleasure in getting some payback. I need to make sure he keeps a low profile. I can’t allow him to bring his troubles to my door. Now that I have Samantha, there’s just too much at stake.

8

SAMANTHA

Asense of panic overtakes me as the light from the window illuminates an unfamiliar room.

It takes a moment but the memories of last night with Stephen wash over me like a tidal wave. I touch my chest and let out a silly giggle when I realize I’m still naked. I look over at the empty space beside me and wonder how long Stephen has been gone. Then, I see my two little suitcases on the floor by the bedroom door.

I was so scared that this fairytale was going to end that I never unpacked. I hope Stephen wasn’t offended when he found them this way, but I’m glad he’s thoughtful enough to bring them up.

I pull some fresh clothes from the suitcase and run the shower. It’s strange but I almost don’t want to wash the lingering scent of him away. It’s the only thing reminding me that what happened between us is real.

As the warm water slaps against me, I replay every detail of our lovemaking in my mind.

I never doubted his strength, but he tossed me around like I didn’t weigh a thing. I liked that he was so forceful. It made me feel like he meant it when he said that I was his. I could see the animal in him when he locked eyes with me, but I wasn’t scared. Not even when I felt the weight of his hand crash down on my bottom. I never knew a spanking could feel that good.

I get dressed and make my way downstairs in search of Stephen, but I can’t find him anywhere. I can hear Sherry moving around in the kitchen so I go to see if he’s in there with her.

“I was told to keep breakfast warm for you,” she tells me. “Have a seat.”

“Thank you. Do you know where Stephen is?”

“He’s outside talking to his brother. It’s best that you stay here.” She shakes her head and adds, “I hope four years was long enough for that boy to clean up his act.”

I hope so too for Stephen’s sake, but from what I’ve seen, I doubt it. Still, Stephen shouldn’t have to babysit a grown man.

Sherry brings me a plate filled with bacon and eggs and another holding a stack of pancakes before disappearing into the butler’s pantry. I don’t realize how hungry I am until now. Stephen and I never made it to dinner last night. Remembering that floods my mind with images of him making love to me, and my body flushes with heat all over again.

I’m halfway through the bacon and eggs when I hear one of the rear doors swing open. Moments later, Stephen approaches. He smiles at me and butterflies begin to dance in my stomach. I feel like I’ve been caught doing something dirty.

“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?” He leans forward and kisses my forehead.

“I guess so. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I missed you when I woke up, though.”

“I thought I’d let you sleep in while I took care of some business. I’d like to give you your first riding lesson this morning.” He fills a cup with coffee and sits down beside me.

“Really? I’d love that,” I beam, not knowing if it’s because of the horses or because Stephen cleared his schedule to spend time with me. I suspect it’s a combination of both.

“Eat up first. Riding can take a lot out of you and you burned a lot of calories last night.”

My cheeks suddenly feel warm.