inside his pocket.
I didn’t look to see Gabe’s reaction, just kept going while I had the nerve, though halfway through I was starting to question just what the hell I thought I was doing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. I just wanted my daddy to love me best.
The slamming of the car door didn’t phase me, but the arm that came around the nape of my neck was a sure sign that I’d gone too far. Damn. “Step the fuck back.” Poor Stephen was swallowing golf balls it looked like after that threatening warning from Gabe.
I was close to laughing until I got a look at his face. “Da…” He actually shook me by my neck, not hard mind you, but enough that I knew he was pissed.
“Get in the fucking car.” I ran to his parked car a few feet away without looking back. Oh shit, what had I done? I don’t know what all was being said, but when I was brave enough to look, poor Stephen was looking pretty well chastened.
Gabriel turned and walked away heading towards me and I was giving serious thought to running. He was there before I made up my mind one way or the other and the fact that he slammed the car in reverse without another word was more than enough of an indication that my ass was in trouble.
Usually I could get behind a good spanking, it had been a while since daddy lit up my ass before giving it to me nice and rough, but somehow this felt different. I kept taking peeks at him out the side of my eye and that tic was just jumping away.
I started and stopped myself a million times from saying anything to him. He wasn’t exactly looking like he was in the mood for conversation. When we reached his house after driving down the long ass driveway I was giving serious thought to hopping out and making a run for it.
“Don’t even think about it. Get your ass inside.”
I couldn’t help myself I just had to have the last word on this one. “Oh, is your precious daughter not home? Am I allowed through the front door?” I think that whatever he’d had planned, I just upped that shit by like a thousand. Now I was the one swallowing golf-balls. I jumped out the car and ran into the house thinking of places to hide. “Shit, fuck, what do I do?”
Chapter 8
GABE
How had the day gone to shit so fast? I thought I was doing a good thing, thought we were finally making progress. Why should she care if I bought my daughter a car, what the fuck did that have to do with anything? Would it make any difference if she knew that hers had been chosen and designed first? Or that at seventeen it was time Crystal had her own car?
Why did she have to make everything into something it wasn’t? “Where the fuck are you?” She wasn’t in the bedroom where I’d expected her to be. That last crack stung because it was true, and more because I thought she understood why things had to be the way they were. Why I couldn’t flaunt the fact that I was fucking her best friend in my daughter’s face.
Maybe if that was all there was to it, it might not have been so bad. But the fact that I loved the little idiot was bound to complicate things. I knew that as sure as I was breathing.
I found her in the master bath trying to get into the closet in there. “Get out of there.” I should probably go downstairs and soak my head or some shit. Get away from her for a while until I cool down, but that wasn’t my style, not where she was concerned anyway.
She flew past me and into the bedroom looking like a wild thing that had been trapped. What kept my full head of steam going is that she wasn’t looking even remotely remorseful. In fact she looked downright mutinous when she looked at me.
“I see you still haven’t learned your lesson yet.” I advanced towards her as I slid my belt from my jeans. Her eyes followed the strip of leather with the fat buckle and she decided to run. Bad fucking move with the mood I’m in.
“Get your little ass back here or you’ll only make it worse.” I folded the belt in
I didn’t look to see Gabe’s reaction, just kept going while I had the nerve, though halfway through I was starting to question just what the hell I thought I was doing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. I just wanted my daddy to love me best.
The slamming of the car door didn’t phase me, but the arm that came around the nape of my neck was a sure sign that I’d gone too far. Damn. “Step the fuck back.” Poor Stephen was swallowing golf balls it looked like after that threatening warning from Gabe.
I was close to laughing until I got a look at his face. “Da…” He actually shook me by my neck, not hard mind you, but enough that I knew he was pissed.
“Get in the fucking car.” I ran to his parked car a few feet away without looking back. Oh shit, what had I done? I don’t know what all was being said, but when I was brave enough to look, poor Stephen was looking pretty well chastened.
Gabriel turned and walked away heading towards me and I was giving serious thought to running. He was there before I made up my mind one way or the other and the fact that he slammed the car in reverse without another word was more than enough of an indication that my ass was in trouble.
Usually I could get behind a good spanking, it had been a while since daddy lit up my ass before giving it to me nice and rough, but somehow this felt different. I kept taking peeks at him out the side of my eye and that tic was just jumping away.
I started and stopped myself a million times from saying anything to him. He wasn’t exactly looking like he was in the mood for conversation. When we reached his house after driving down the long ass driveway I was giving serious thought to hopping out and making a run for it.
“Don’t even think about it. Get your ass inside.”
I couldn’t help myself I just had to have the last word on this one. “Oh, is your precious daughter not home? Am I allowed through the front door?” I think that whatever he’d had planned, I just upped that shit by like a thousand. Now I was the one swallowing golf-balls. I jumped out the car and ran into the house thinking of places to hide. “Shit, fuck, what do I do?”
Chapter 8
GABE
How had the day gone to shit so fast? I thought I was doing a good thing, thought we were finally making progress. Why should she care if I bought my daughter a car, what the fuck did that have to do with anything? Would it make any difference if she knew that hers had been chosen and designed first? Or that at seventeen it was time Crystal had her own car?
Why did she have to make everything into something it wasn’t? “Where the fuck are you?” She wasn’t in the bedroom where I’d expected her to be. That last crack stung because it was true, and more because I thought she understood why things had to be the way they were. Why I couldn’t flaunt the fact that I was fucking her best friend in my daughter’s face.
Maybe if that was all there was to it, it might not have been so bad. But the fact that I loved the little idiot was bound to complicate things. I knew that as sure as I was breathing.
I found her in the master bath trying to get into the closet in there. “Get out of there.” I should probably go downstairs and soak my head or some shit. Get away from her for a while until I cool down, but that wasn’t my style, not where she was concerned anyway.
She flew past me and into the bedroom looking like a wild thing that had been trapped. What kept my full head of steam going is that she wasn’t looking even remotely remorseful. In fact she looked downright mutinous when she looked at me.
“I see you still haven’t learned your lesson yet.” I advanced towards her as I slid my belt from my jeans. Her eyes followed the strip of leather with the fat buckle and she decided to run. Bad fucking move with the mood I’m in.
“Get your little ass back here or you’ll only make it worse.” I folded the belt in
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