Elsie hates Pal Thorpe, so if she never speaks to him again, that’s fine with her. But the choice is taken away from her when a serial killer targets her as his next victim. Elsie finds herself reaching out to Pal for help, his dominance taking her breath away as her most secret desires are exposed.
Pal knows that Elsie Burns hates him, and maybe the feeling is mutual. He’s always taken great pains not to cross paths with the sexy little brat, but her desperate need for assistance is greater than his need to avoid her. Soon, he finds himself unable to avoid the brat, his secret fantasies of her refusing to be ignored.
The pair must pretend to be in a relationship, their acting skills put to the test as they attempt to draw out the killer who means Elsie harm. And when Pal finally gets Elsie to respond to his forbidden kink, everything changes between them.
Publisher’s Note: This steamy, action-packed romantic suspense contains a theme of age play and power exchange. If this offends you, please don’t read it.
Elsie’s body shot tight with tension, her struggles subsiding in an instant. Did he actually ask me to call him Daddy?
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied breathlessly, her brain in a whirl.
Pal chuckled deeply, his entire body shaking with mirth. Elsie gritted her teeth, hating how easily she responded to him.
“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about, my naughty little girl,” he said, slowly emphasising the last words. “Now, I’m going to show you what happens when naughty girls disrespect their Daddies.”
Elsie began struggling again. “You’re not my Daddy,” she spit out, refusing to admit how much the forbidden kink appealed to her.
“Girl, by the time I’m finished with you, you will be begging to be mine.”
The first smack landed heavily on her buttocks, making her gasp.
“Mm, look at that ass jiggle,” Pal growled, his gaze burning a path across Elsie’s skin.
“Let me up,” Elsie demanded breathlessly, her traitorous body trembling with excitement. As a rule, she only wore thongs as underwear, so he had premium access as he rubbed his palm over her aching skin.
“Oh, but we’ve only just started,” he contradicted, his next smack causing Elsie to release an involuntary moan. “If you’re going to enjoy this, then I’m obviously not doing it properly.” He chuckled, his spanking beginning in earnest.
Elsie struggled, her groin rubbing frantically over Pal’s huge erection. Her body wanted to give in so much, that panic began to take hold.
“Let go of me,” she demanded, wriggling until he groaned.
“Fuck, baby, you could make me come without even trying,” he growled, his cock dripping as she writhed against him.
Forced to remain in this position while Pal spanked her, Elsie’s body was trembling by the time his punishment finally came to an end.
“Look at those pretty cheeks,” Pal murmured, his big palms rubbing roughly over her exposed flesh. He released his grip on her, and she jumped up, glad she hadn’t given in to her desire to beg for him.
“I guess your punishment wasn’t very effective,” Elsie goaded, when she was able to get far enough away from him.
“If you think that was your punishment, then you’re sadly mistaken,” Pal said, grinning at her. “Your punishment will be the orgasm denial that you’ve just earned yourself. No getting off with your Daddy, until you’re begging me to fuck you; that’s your real punishment.”