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He leaned back with his hands behind his head and moaned loudly, ferally. “Oh god, babygirl. That feels so fucking good. Daddy loves the way you love his cock.”

The praise built her up, pleasing her immensely because it meant he could feel her love even through the awfulness of the punishment. She was doing a good job. She was doing a really good job.

The reassurance ran through her head like a mantra, prompting her to do even better. She put everything she had into sucking him off, and she could feel him stiffen harder in her mouth as his orgasm built.

“Aghhhh,” he moaned, widening his stance. HIs back arched as he leaned his hips away from her while pushing his cock deeper inside her mouth. The salty cum mixed with the soap left an odd taste in her mouth, but she swallowed every last drop, holding on to his hips for leverage. When she was done, and he was spent, with every last drop of orgasm milked from his head, she leaned back, letting his erection fall from her mouth, and looked up at him. “How did I do, Daddy?”

“You did wonderful, sweetheart. Such a good girl, and now Daddy’s gonna show you what good little girls get.” Reaching down, he helped her stand, drying them both off for real this time. She found she was a little unsteady on her feet, but it didn’t matter when he scooped her into his arms and placed her on the bed.

Her body shook, her nerves still on fire from her earlier orgasm. One look at Ace’s naked body and she was tempted to go again, but other needs were lingering, making their presence known. Her stomach grumbled and she remembered Ace’s earlier promise. “I hope what good girls get is ice cream!” she exclaimed. “Otherwise I don’t want it!”

Ace blinked, his initial reaction one of stunned shock. A grin slowly spread across his face and finally, he tossed back his head and laughed. “Ice cream it is!”

Chapter 17

Ace

He had always been a morning person. As a teacher, he’d had no choice, and after years of getting up at the buttcrack of dawn, the routine had kind of stuck. He loved to open his eyes and jump straight out of bed to the coffee pot, brew a giant cup and sit on the porch of his house planning the day ahead. Since moving to Utopia and losing his job, that routine looked a little different. Sometimes he lingered in bed long after he opened his eyes, and he dreaded calling down to room service for coffee, then waiting for it to arrive. His days were a lot less structured and sometimes he had no idea what they were going to look like. He hated that.

Today though, he bounced out of bed, made the call down to room service for two stacks of pancakes with fruit, two cups and a carafe of coffee, because he’d seen the day before how bummed Lizzie had been about missing her caffeine. Littles shouldn’t drink coffee, but he loved both sides of Lizzie and she wasn’t the type of girl who could be Little all the time, nor would he want her to be. So Sunday morning coffee it was.

He chose not to dress in regular clothes as he didn’t plan on leaving the room until at least mid-day, and instead pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a worn tee, and grabbed an extra tee out of the closet for Lizzie to wear while they ate breakfast. He figured there was no point in getting her fully dressed because whatever she put on would be coming right off. Last night had been a perfect ending to a nearly perfect day, but a relationship like this one was not all sunshine and roses and today they had things to discuss. Things that would be discussed with her bent over the side of the bed while he wore her ass out with his belt.

On the bed, the still-asleep Lizzie seemed to notice his absence, rolling around looking for him. When she didn’t find him beside her, her eyes popped open and she sat up, searching the room. “Oh. You’re up already.” She held her arms out for him like a baby in a crib. “Come back to bed.”

He shook his head. “Our breakfast will be here soon. Put this on.” He tossed her the T-shirt he’d chosen for her—the first Sin City Saints shirt he’d ever gotten over a decade ago.

She pouted for a moment but slipped it over her head and climbed on her knees out of bed to join him at the table.

“What’s for breakfast?”

“Pancakes, fruit, and… coffee.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, thank god. Really? Because I was about to fight you over morning caffeine. Yesterday I managed somehow but today… it’s just needed.”

“I understand.” He checked his watch and figured they had at least five to ten minutes before room service arrived. It was exactly how long they needed. “Turn around and assume the position,” he instructed her, holding back a smirk when her brows furrowed in confusion, her eyes filled with dread and her mouth fell open.

“I… wait… why? What position? Are we doing this already? Aren’t we going to talk? Don’t I get coffee first?” She didn’t move to obey, instead hurling questions rapid fire, but he’d been expecting that reaction.

“Relax, babygirl. Turn around, lift up your shirt, and bend at the waist. I need to inspect your bottom and make sure it’s better before I decide that our plans for today are a go.”

“Oh.” She blushed. “It feels mostly better.”

He didn’t respond with words, just made a twirling motion with his finger, indicating what he wanted her to do, and she finally obeyed.

“It looks a lot better,” he announced, running his hands over the smooth skin. “There are a few tiny bruises but that’s to be expected when you aren’t used to a spanking.”

“It still aches a little deep inside sometimes,” she murmured. “Maybe we should wait another day or two.”

He righted her and turned her to face him with his hands on the curve of her waist. “Is that what you really want? To have things hanging between us for a couple more days? Me personally, I’d much rather get it over with, say the things that need to be said, and move forward.”

“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled. “You don’t have to take the stupid brush.”

“Neither do you. Little girls who lie get Daddy’s belt across their ass. That’s what you have to look forward to.”

The look of horrified surprise mixed with a tiny bit of intrigue that crossed her face was adorable and made him chuckle, but it wasn’t a time for laughing so he disguised it by coughing into his hand.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but before she could accuse him of anything, there was a knock at the door. Their breakfast had arrived.