Chapter Sixteen
Vanessa
I looked at my eyes in the mirror, noticing the spark in there and the flush on my cheeks as I dried myself off. I was excited about what was going to happen when I got downstairs, although I knew I shouldn’t be. I’d been naughty, bad, wrong. I didn’t deserve to be excited. I deserved to be punished.
Punished by my daddy.
I finished dressing and headed downstairs, meekly bowing my head when I entered the lounge room again. I knew Jacob was mad at me for defying his rules and not telling him where I was today, but I didn’t expect him to look this mad. His face was like thunder; a far cry from the concerned expression that’d marred his handsome features just moments ago.
“Vanessa,” he said, his voice crisp and cold. “Stand in front of me. I want you to look me in the eyes.”
“I…”
“Do not argue with me.”
I did as he said, and he gestured next to him. The silver laptop he’d been letting me use was on the sofa, and I drew in a sharp breath as my stomach flipped. Right there on the screen was my writing exercise from earlier—the article I’d written simply to practice and get the words in my mind flowing.
“Jacob, I—”
“Is this what it looks like, Vanessa?” he barked. “You wrote about me? You were going to send this to the gossip column editor and let a college rag have this kind of personal information about me?”
I was about to shake my head and say no, because it really wasn’t. It’d been a simple writing exercise; I’d never intended to hand it in to anyone. But the look of dark anger on Jacob’s face made me falter. I’d never seen him like this, and to tell the truth, I’d never felt such excited anticipation, as twisted and messed up as that was. Earlier, he’d only been slightly mad at me for not telling him where I was today. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted him like this, wanted him seriously angry at me so he could punish me like I deserved.
“Yes.” I nodded. “That’s what it is. I was going to publish it. I’m sorry.”
To my surprise, a thin smile spread across his face. He moved closer. “I always had a feeling that you had a naughty streak in you. I saw it that night you were drinking, and I think I’m seeing it again now. You’re usually such a good little girl, but sometimes you just want to be bad, bad, bad. Because you want me to be mad. You want me to want to discipline you. Isn’t that right?”
Before I could speak, he moved the laptop closer and pointed at the bottom of the screen. I squinted before remembering the little note I’d added for myself in the document earlier: Don’t accidentally save this to the column server! This is just a writing exercise and it cannot get out to anyone else. BE CAREFUL.
I’d added that in to remind myself to never save such writing exercises to the gossip column’s shared online cloud folder, and apparently Jacob had seen it upon reading through the document. Oh god. If he’d seen that, then he’d actually read all of it.
Every last line.
White-hot shame coursed through me at the thought, partly for lying to him right now, and partly for all the things I’d written. They were so hot, so sexy….so naughty. He’d always known I wanted him and loved him, but I’d never openly raved on and on about how damn sexy I found him, and how badly I wanted him at every moment. That just wasn’t good behavior. It wasn’t how a good girl was supposed to talk.
But now he’d seen it anyway.
“You lied,” Jacob said, his voice a little lower now. “You lied just now, because you wanted to get yourself in trouble. Didn’t you?”
I bowed my head. “Yes.”
That was exactly it. Jacob was the kind of man I wanted to get in trouble for; the kind of man I wanted to beg to show me just how naughty I’d been. He knew that now. I bit my lower lip.
“But you were already in trouble, Vanessa. You knew that,” Jacob went on. “You broke a rule today. You went out somewhere without telling me where you were going so that I could keep you safe. And now…now you’ve broken yet another rule. Do you remember my fourth rule?”
I nodded. “Never lie to you,” I whisper.
He nodded sagely. “Exactly. But you lied to me. It’s like you’re breaking all of the rules on purpose because you love being in trouble. So what am I going to do with you, little girl?” he said sternly. “You’re just so bad. Giving you a little spanking isn’t going to be enough, is it?”
I shook my head meekly.
“I think you need more. A lot more. You need to be bent over my knee and given the hardest punishment of your life,” he continued, touching one hand to his belt.
I nodded and squirmed on the sofa. I could feel the juices flowing already, making me wet between my legs as tingles shot through every inch of me.
“Are…are you going to do it now?” I asked.
He nodded. “My rules exist to keep you safe from danger, Vanessa. You break them, you pay the price. You have to learn.”
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
“Sorry isn’t enough. After your behavior today, I have to do this.”
I nodded and bit my bottom lip again. I knew he had to do this. He’d always been here to take care of me, ever since he came into my life, and part of taking care of me entailed disciplining me to keep me on the straight and narrow. It meant he cared about me, enough to want to keep me safe. Enough to punish me when I was naughty to teach me wrong from right.
“Take off your shorts,” he said, motioning toward my little pink bottoms.
“Okay, daddy.”
My hands trembled as I pulled them down, and my heart pounded. I kept my eyes on Jacob the whole time. His jaw was set, and his brows were furrowed into a frown as he watched me. Then he stood up, and I looked up at him, marveling at how much bigger than me he was. So large, so powerful. So intoxicating.
His breath was warm against my neck, sending tingles up and down my spine as he pushed me toward the sofa and sat me down. My legs shook and my lips quivered, trying to speak but never quite forming the words as he circled me. I wasn’t supposed to speak right now, anyway. Not until Jacob said I could.
He sat down next to me. I took a deep breath, inhaling the sinful scent of him, the pure masculinity, the promise of sex dripping from every pore. Another breath and I was turned over his knee, face pressed downward. His left hand held me steady as his right hand pressed against my soft skin, trailing up and down my thighs as I squirmed.
“Stay still, Vanessa,” he said, holding me tighter. I couldn’t move at all now, and I didn’t want to.
I wanted him to hold me down.
I wanted him to punish me.
I wanted him to own me.
The scorching heat between my legs was near driving me insane, and I let out a moan as Jacob’s fingers continued on their soft path toward my core. I wanted him to slide them inside me, see how hot and wet I was for him. I could feel how hard he was for me, his cock throbbing under his pants, begging to be released and sucked. But that wasn’t what we were here for.
“Tell me what you did, Vanessa,” he said, his voice soft yet dangerous.
“I was bad. So bad,” I gasped out. My breaths were ragged now, desperate. Desperate for him to touch me, spank me, show me who the boss was.
Jacob’s probing fingers found my clit, teasing me as they grazed over it. “You know what happens to bad girls in this house.”
I nodded. I knew exactly what happened to naughty girls, and I couldn’t wait a second longer. I took another deep breath and replied, my voice soft and timid.
“Yes, daddy. I’m ready.”
I wondered exactly what he had planned for me, and I soon found out as he slapped me on the ass with his open palm. Hard. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and a white hot sensation flooded my body. “Ow! Daddy, it hurts!”
He spanked me again, harder this time, my protests falling on deaf ears. Feeling myself get wetter and wetter, I tried to turn myself back over so that he could touch me there instead, but Jacob kept holding me down.
“You’ve been a very naughty little girl, haven’t you?” he said as he delivered another hard slap to my ass. “So fucking naughty.”
“Yes!” I whimpered. “Yes, daddy. I’m sorry!”
He paused the spanking after six slaps and fumbled with his belt, and I could tell he was sliding it off. I squirmed on his lap, and I could feel how hard he was under the fabric of his pants. He began to lightly trail the leather of the belt over my burning ass cheeks, and he murmured down at me. “That was just a warmup, little girl. I don’t think you’re completely sorry just yet. I think you need the belt.”
“Yes, daddy,” I gasped. I couldn’t wait.
He smacked me lightly with the tip of the belt, the leather only lightly licking my sensitive cheeks. I moaned and closed my eyes, preparing myself for that wonderful mix of pain and pleasure again.
Jacob raised his hand again, and this time, he let the leather hit me slightly harder as the belt came into contact with my stinging skin. I yelped, the air almost getting stuck in my lungs, and my eyes flew open. His hand pressed on my lower back again, holding me still over his knees, and I squealed as the belt came down again. My skin was on fire.
“Two strokes for the two rules you broke,” he growled.
“No, daddy,” I begged, my insides coiling with lust. “I need more. Make me sorry. Make me really sorry.”
His cock throbbed against me as I called for him, and he didn’t stop, hitting me again. And again.
“Is that enough, baby girl?” he growled, his voice dripping with sex. “Are you sorry yet?”
“Yes, daddy,” I finally cried as the fiery pain became too much, overshadowing the tingling bliss. “I’m sorry!”
I let out a gasp as the hand that’d been holding me down began to move, and one finger stroked my soaked pussy lips.
“You’re even naughtier than I thought,” he growled. “You really enjoy this. You enjoy making your daddy angry and upset, just so you can get this.”
“Sorry,” I gasped out again. “It just feels….feels so good.”
He spread my lower lips with two fingers, running the middle one up and down my slit. “You’re so wet. Wet for daddy.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Look at me, Vanessa.”
I turned my head over my shoulder as far as I could, focusing my eyes on Jacob’s face as he slid the finger deeper between my folds. I drew in a sharp breath and moaned sensually when he finally slid it inside my dripping pussy.
“You like this, baby girl?” he asked, his voice soft yet dangerous.
“Yes,” I said, my voice breathy and ragged. “God, yes, I love it…”
“Tell me who you belong to in this house,” he demanded. “Tell me now.”
“You,” I said, before letting out another moan as shudders wracked my body. I almost thought I was going to come right now, right here over his lap. “You, Jacob. I’m yours.”
“That’s right,” he murmured. “You belong to me.”
He added another finger to my pussy and curled them both inside me, and I came apart at the full sensation as I grinded myself against his lap, trembling as my juices soaked his digits. Jacob didn’t wait for the shaking pleasure to subside; he simply picked me up as if I weighed nothing more than a feather and carried me upstairs to my beautiful pink bedroom.
He lay me down on the sheets gently, and my body was still quaking as the sensation from the climax I’d just reached slowly faded from my body, leaving me groaning and panting for air. Jacob stared down at me as he slid his pants off, and I shivered on the sheets as he did so, anticipating his next move. I couldn’t stop my eyes from widening as his cock finally sprang free of his underwear, and I gulped even though I’d already seen it before. It was just so damn big, so damn thick. So damn perfect.
He climbed on the bed with me as I lay on my back completely exposed to him. “I love you, baby girl,” he murmured softly against my mouth. Our lips molded together into a sweet kiss that only left me wanting more.
“I love you too, daddy,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry for being bad earlier.”
“I think you’ve learned your lesson for now,” he replied. “Now spread your legs.”
Even though my punishment was over, his voice still commanded respect and obedience from me. It always would. I did as he said, my legs slowly sliding across the bed until my pink pussy was exposed in all its glory. Jacob slid his fingers down the soft skin of my inner thigh and I whimpered, arching my back off the bed and against his. I was already so wet from earlier that it was running down my legs, soaking his hand again.
He toyed with my pussy lips again and I let out a low hiss at the sensation of his fingertip brushing against my swollen clit. “So fucking wet,” he said, his free hand pumping his cock.
“Please…” I began, before letting out a low moan.
“Please what?” He pinched my clit gently between his fingers, and my back arched off the sheets again. He knew what I wanted, but he clearly wanted to hear me say it out loud before he gave it to me.
“Please fuck me,” I said, my voice heavy with lust.
He moved back a bit, getting on his knees in front of my squirming body. Then he positioned his cock at my entrance, probing my center and making me writhe under his touch. He pushed himself inside me without any further warning, and I cried out loudly. He groaned and pressed deeper, filling me up completely. I wanted him so badly, needed him, and I couldn’t fucking wait for him to thrust harder and harder, hitting every spot inside me.
My body started moving of its own accord as he pumped inside me. He filled my pussy up with his girth, his balls hitting my ass as he fucked me. I mewled and begged, incoherent sounds that only made Jacob’s cock grow harder inside me.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted. “Feels so fucking good.”
I was almost delirious from him hitting deep inside me. Jacob’s hand probed between my legs and I cried out when he touched the spot where our bodies connected with each hard thrust. He touched my sensitive clit gently, making me buck my hips and squirm beneath him like mad. I grinded against him, moaning and saying his name over and over with the mere flick of his fingertips against my clit. I was in a frenzy, begging for more and more.
Jacob didn’t go easy on me, and I didn’t deserve for him to do so anyway. Not after the day I’d had and what I’d put him through. I’d been so naughty, and I was lucky he was so forgiving. So wonderful. His thrusts only got harder as he massaged my clit, and I arched my back off the bed. He wrapped me in his arms as I began to shake from another climax, and I screamed his name so loud that Tommy and the housekeeper would’ve heard if either of them were in the house right now.
I was coming undone. Totally and utterly undone.
Soon, Jacob couldn’t hold back either. With a low groan, he burst inside me, his cum filling up my pussy and spilling down my thighs as he continued to pump himself inside me. When he finally stopped moving, I went still in his arms as he held me close, feeling his hot release leaking down my inner thighs.
“I love you, daddy,” I whispered again as he nuzzled my neck. It felt so good to say those words.
He smiled. “I love you too,” he replied. “My dirty little girl.”