Your Dad Will Do (A Touch of Taboo)

I close my eyes. It might not be possible to die from too many orgasms, but I’m pretty sure it is possible to die from humiliation. “Please say something.”

“You need to eat.”

That surprises me enough that I lift my head to look at him. “What?”

“You passed out before we had dinner last night, and you barely had a snack for lunch. Breakfast this morning is non-negotiable.” He studies my face. “You haven’t slept much, either, since you found out what he did.”

I can feel my face heating with something like guilt. “I think I can be forgiven having a stress response to finding out my fiancé is fucking his secretary.” Not just fucking. Dating. I’d almost forgotten. My stomach twists in knots at the reminder. “For me, that means I don’t sleep much and sometimes I forget to eat. It’ll pass.”

Shane doesn’t seem the least bit happy with my response. “That’s bullshit. You choose not to take care of yourself.”

“That’s about enough of that.” I sit up, but I only make it that far before he’s got me pinned to the bed, his big body wedged between my legs. I glare at his throat, refusing to meet his gaze. “I’ll eat breakfast, okay? Let me up.”

“Lily.” He sounds so severe that I shiver. “Look at me.”

I don’t want to. I want to squeeze my eyes shut and ignore whatever he’s about to say. I can’t deny him, though. I’ve lost the ability somewhere along the way in the last two days. Slowly, oh so slowly, I meet his gaze. “Happy?”

“No, I’m not fucking happy. I see what he’s done to you and what you’re doing to yourself in response. Do you think it’s going to hurt him if you hurt yourself?”

I flinch. “That’s not what I’m aiming for.”

“You sure about that?” His brows draw together. “You know what goes with sleep loss and lack of food? Things get muddled in your head. You think you’re going to be the teacher those kids need when you’re not taking care of yourself because you’re so busy crying over some guy who didn’t deserve you.”

Oh, bringing my students into this is a low blow. I can’t fight that argument, because I know he’s right, so I focus on the one thing I do have a response to. “Some guy. You sure don’t have much nice to say about your own fucking son right now.”

“No, I don’t.” He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away. “You can throw him in my face if you want, but it doesn’t change anything.”

“I might like you being my Daddy, but I already have a father.”

His expression goes positively forbidding. “Your father might not spank you anymore, but I won’t hesitate to paddle your ass if I think you need it.”

I’m breathing hard, but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m furious or turned on. “Fuck you, Shane.”

“There goes that mouth again.” He sits back. I try to push him off, but he’s too gloriously strong. He flips me onto my stomach with ease and drags me to the edge of the mattress. Once again, I try to straighten, and just like he did yesterday morning, he pins me down with a hand at the back of my neck.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

His hand comes down hard on my ass. I barely have a chance to process the sting when he hits my other cheek. I shriek in fury. But the pain gets all tangled up in my head and I’m fighting not to grind against the edge of the mattress as he spanks me again. A fourth time, and my breath is sobbing from my throat.

Shane massages my ass, which makes things both better and worse. “Someone has to take care of you, baby girl. You obviously can’t be trusted to do it yourself.”

I fist the comforter and bite my bottom lip hard. I’ll be damned before I beg him to touch me. But I can’t help widening my stand the tiniest bit. A silent question.

He gives a dark chuckle. “Look at you. You want my fingers inside you and you can’t even bring yourself to ask me. You’re doing a hell of a job of proving my point.”

“I am exceedingly angry with you right now,” I grind out.

“I bet.” His thumb starts at the small of my back and traces down to where I wore the plug yesterday. He circles me. “You’ll wear the plug again today.”

“Shane—”

His breath ghosts across my smarting flesh, and then he kisses the lower curve of my ass. “You want to be a good girl, don’t you, Lily?”

I want to tell him to fuck off again, but I like what he’s doing too much to risk him stopping. And, even more, something in me goes soft as he moves to my other cheek, soothing the still-stinging ass. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

He rises without giving me what I want. “Get ready and meet me downstairs.”

I straighten awkwardly and stumble into the bathroom without looking at him. I have the most ridiculous urge to cry again, but I can’t even begin to say why. I’ve already come so many times this morning, I don’t know if I can take more even if he was willing.

My pussy aches. My ass hurts. My fucking heart is a murky mess.

I take my time getting ready, take even longer in the shower as if I can wash away the very memory of him. It’s an impossible task, even if I wanted to purge the memories. He’s imprinted on my very skin.

Once I’m dried off, I turn and look at my ass in the mirror. It’s bright red and I can already tell there will be bruises. I should be angry about that, but the knowledge that I’ll wear his marks even after we’re done makes me smile a little. Complicated. This whole thing is so fucking complicated.

In the bedroom, I find a sundress, white with pink flowers. It’s short and flirty and Shane didn’t bother to add underwear to the list. Probably because the white pair was the only one I left here and he’s decided to keep them.

I check myself in the mirror. This is another dress I wore as a swimsuit cover up, the top triangles exposing plenty of the curves of my breasts, the length just shy of indecent. I feel positively sinful knowing I’m naked beneath it.

One more day.

I only have one more day with Shane, and I’m going to make it count.

I head downstairs and find him cooking a full spread. Eggs and bacon and what appear to be homemade hash browns. Despite the fact I would have said I wasn’t hungry, my stomach grumbles at the delicious smells.

Like yesterday, he barely glances as me as he pulls a plate out of the oven and sets it on the table. “It’s hot.”

“Shane…”

“Eat, Lily. Before I lose my patience.”

I raise my brows. Someone’s still pissed about earlier. Fine. I’m hungry, so I’ll eat. Then he can yell at me some more if it will make him feel better. Maybe I’ll get on my knees and offer to suck his cock in penance. The thought makes me smile a little as I dig into the food he prepared.

We eat in silence, and then Shane does the dishes. I try to help, but he points at the chair in a silent command to sit. It feels more like a punishment than I expect, because all I’m left to do is sit and watch him. He looks freaking good. His jeans are faded from countless washings and hug his ass and thighs in a comfortable sexy sort of way, and his shoulders fill out his equally faded T-shirt. The fabric is so thin, it pulls against the muscles in his back each time he reaches forward to grab another dish.

By the time he’s moved on to drying—fucking hand drying—I’m clenching my thighs together. When I shift, my ass aches worse, which only makes me hotter. So I keep doing it, shamelessly driving my need higher.

He finishes and turns around, the towel slung over his shoulder. Shane glances at me and shakes his head. “Stand up. Let’s get a look at you.”

This inspection feels as strange as the one did yesterday. He picked out my clothes, but he’s acting like it’s still up for debate whether he approves of them.

A tempting thought flickers through my head before I can banish it. Of what it would be like if this was every morning. If we shared breakfast and then he examined my clothing to see if he approved. Maybe it shouldn’t feel so sexy, but it sure as hell does.

Shane circles me, finally coming to stop in front of me. He’s frowning, which sends a delicious bolt of lust through me. “Lily, what am I going to do with you?”

I can think of a few things, but I affect an innocent expression. “Is something wrong, Daddy?”

He flicks a finger easily sliding the thin strap of my dress off my shoulder. It drops down my arm and the dress sags on that side, exposing my bare breast. Shane shakes his head. “Little slut.” He cups my breast, coasting his thumb back and forth across my nipple. “How many times are you planning on flashing people today?”

“Um.” I can’t stop watching his hand on my breast, his thumb stroking the hardened peak of my nipple. It feels dirtier because I still have the rest of my dress on, like a secret just between us. “I’m sorry?”

“I might believe you if that sentence didn’t have a question mark at the end.” He casually pulls my second strap off and my dress falls to my waist. Shane cups my other breast, giving it the same treatment. “You have magnificent breasts, Lily. Has anyone ever told you that?”

I can’t quite catch my breath. “I usually get the ‘nice tits’ comment.”

He snorts. “Idiots. You’ve fucked nothing but idiots.” He dips down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of my right breast before moving to the nipple. “These deserve to be worshiped just like the rest of you.” I start to lift my hands and he stops, giving me a severe look. “Hold still until I’m finished examining you.”

I drop my hands, my face flaming. He moves to my other breast and gives it the same slow, thorough treatment. Shane lifts his head and exhales across my wet skin, raising goosebumps. “Lift your dress, Lily. Show me if you decided to be a good girl or a little slut today.”

I comply with shaking hands. Shane goes to his knees, his brows drawn together. “Lily.” The warning in his voice makes me shiver. “We talked about this.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” I widen my stance, just a little. “I thought you might want dessert.”

He barks out a laugh and grins at me, the sheer force of his amusement nearly bowling me over. Just like that, Shane locks it down, but mirth still dances in his dark eyes. “Positively shameless.”

“Guilty.” I glance out the kitchen window. “Oh look, your neighbors are outside again.” I smirk down at him. “Better get off your knees before they think you have your mouth all over my pussy in here.”

“Turn around and put your hands on the counter.” His command slaps me and I obey before I can stop and think of a reason not to. Shane’s big hands grip my thighs, pushing them wide as he flips up my dress to bunch around my hips. I might as well be naked for all that it covers me. “I had you like this yesterday, and I didn’t let you come.”

“I remember,” I whisper.

His hands coast up until his thumbs brush my pussy. “Just this morning you begged me to stop eating you out.”

“I remember that, too.” I arch my back, offering myself to him. “I won’t beg again.”

“Oh, baby girl.” His breath ghosts over my pussy. “Yes, you will.”