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“Why?”
“Because…because…we haven’t known each other for that long.”
“Hmmm.”
“Dean…”
“I never want to let you go, Delia. But I’m not forcing you to stay here against your will. If you want to leave, then I will help you pack.”
She rears back, jaw hanging open. “What? I…I…”
“What do you want, Delia? Are you okay with Brody succeeding in robbing you of your happiness? Because you are happy with me, right?”
“Dean…”
“Answer me, princess.”
“I…I want to stay here, but…”
“But what?”
“My career…”
This time, I don’t speak. I let her think for herself. If she ultimately decides to leave, then I’ll move heaven and earth to stay with her…wherever the fuck she is. Because all of what I have? None of it matters if I don’t have her. She’s mine and will always be.
It doesn’t take long for her to arrive at a decision. Delia stands to her full height and squares her shoulders. In a split second, she launches herself at me, burying her face in the crook of my neck. Relief washes over me in waves.
Thank fuck.
“God, Dean. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for even considering…”
"Remember that first morning together when you defied me after I ate your pussy? Remember how I said you were going to have to be punished for it? Well, it's time, princess. You defied me again. You doubted us, and it's time for you to learn that I don't let go of what's mine. Ever."
She freezes in my arms. "Dean, what...?"
"Turn around, hands on the bed, pants off." My tone leaves no room for argument, but of course, Delia tries anyway.
"Dean..." She swallows hard. "Daddy…"
"Now, princess."
Delia bites her lip and pouts, doing as I say. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I was just trying to do the responsible thing."
I grab the waistband of her pants and tug them down, leaving her standing there in her panties and sweater, the latter long enough to cover her ass. My fingers slip under the edge of the panties and push them down until they fall to her ankles.
"If I wanted to hear your excuses, Delia, I would ask. Now, hands on the bed, princess." I smack her ass lightly.
She looks at me, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. She knows this is something new, something that will change things between us, but she's not scared. No. Her eyes turn glassy and are at half-mast already.
Delia leans over, planting her hands on the bed, and spreads her legs. I push her sweater up as I run a finger through her already dripping folds, causing her to moan and arch her back. Heat comes off her skin, and she rotates her hips.
My fingers circle her clit a few times, just enough to have her shaking and breathing heavily. But it's not her pussy I'm after right now.
"You might want to grab the blankets," I suggest lightly, and when Delia opens her mouth to question me, I give her ass a swift spank.
She jumps, shocked. "Ow! What…?"
"This is your punishment." I chuckle darkly. "You're going to get spanked, Delia, and take every bit of it."
