CHAPTER HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE

VIOLET POV

My face burns nearly as  hot as my ass. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”

      “I think you like your punishment Violet. I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll misbehave for more.”

      “No.” I shake my head. “I won’t, I promise.”

 I like it more than I should, that’s for sure. I guess I really am naughty.

      “Say thank you to Daddy.”

      I don’t know quite what he means until he eases me to the floor. His hand tangles in my hair and guides me to my knees before him, and he’s loosening his belt and unbuttoning his trousers.

      I stare at him with wide eyes, so embarrassed at how flushed and dishevelled I must look.

      He pulls his cock free and he really is hard. The tip glistens, and I realise how much I must’ve been wriggling on his lap.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whisper as he guides it to my lips. “Thank you.”

      “What are you thankful for, Violet?”

      I want to answer correctly. “I’m thankful for… you teaching me… how to be a good girl.”

      “And teaching you to be a bad girl, too?”

      “Yes, Daddy. And that.”

“Suck me,” he says and pushes his cock between my lips.

      I’ve taken Daddy Spencer in my mouth so many times by now, but not like this. His fingers hold my hair so tight, and he thrusts his hips so hard that I retch around his cock. He doesn’t let go, and I splutter and choke until my eyes stream.

      “Good little girls suck Daddy’s cock so sweetly,” he grunts, but there’s nothing sweet about the way I’m sucking him. Nothing sweet at all.

      It’s noisy and wet and slurpy, and spit dribbles down my chin and drips onto the floor. I’m unsteady with my knickers still bunched around my knees, and it gives him so much power to move me wherever he wants.

      My head bobs like a doll’s, my throat gurgling as he fucks my face, but I don’t stop looking at him, don’t stop wanting more.

      “You really are a naughty little girl,” he tells me, and I believe him. I really am a naughty girl. “Misbehave again and you’ll get the belt,” he threatens, and I know it’s not an idle threat.

      I wonder whether I’ll like it as much as I liked his hand on my ass.

      I wonder whether I’ll ever get to find out.

 “Daddy’s going to come,” he tells me. “Daddy’s going to come in your naughty little mouth, Violet.”

      I squeeze my thighs together and it makes my clit spark.

      I’m so ready for Daddy’s come. I hope my eyes tell him so.

      He thrusts to the back of my throat and swears under his breath, and I taste him. It makes me snort and it's full of cum, too. My eyes stream, but I don’t care. I love being messy with Daddy Spencer’s cum.

 I gulp in breath as he pulls out, and there’s a stream of spit between the tip of his cock and my chin. He wipes it up with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth.

      “Dirty girl,” he says.

But I think Daddy Spencer is the dirtiest one of all.    

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SPENCER POV

I’m not sure how well Violet has learned her lesson, but she eats her dinner demurely and I have no reason to press the issue further.

      I don’t doubt she’s sorry, and feel assured she won’t be forgetting her phone again anytime soon. I know my possessiveness is irrational, and I’m fully aware that my punishment could be considered heavy-handed, but there’s so much more at play within this situation.

I think my dirty little girl needed discipline as much as I needed to enforce it.

      I decide to lighten the mood, gracing her with a smile as she forks up her carrots.

“I’d like you to accompany me to my work Christmas party,” I told her. “If you’d be happy to come along.”

      Her eyes lit up, her fork paused halfway to her mouth. “Your party? Like a… date?”

      “You’ll be coming as my partner,” I tell her. “I’ve already told my colleagues about you.”

      “You have?” She looks so surprised.

      “Of course I have, sweetheart. You’re not a secret. I’m very proud to have you at my side.”

      A smile blooms on her face. “I’d like that.”

      “I’m glad,” I tell her, and I am.

      “Won’t they think I’m too young? I mean, I look young…”

      “They know how old you are.”

      She puts her fork back on the plate, carrots untouched. “Wow. I didn’t expect…”

      I reach for her wrist and squeeze. “Didn’t expect what?”

      She shrugs. “Just didn’t expect… so much… I didn’t know if you’d want your colleagues to know.”

      “I do,” I tell her. “I’m very proud.”

      Her eyes sparkle. “Thanks, Daddy Spencer. I’d really love to come to your party with you.”

    “Then we shall get you a dress.” I smile. “A beautiful dress for my beautiful girl.”

      It’s on the tip of my tongue to mention the necklace, but I leave it. Surprises are so special when they involve Violet.

      “I’ve never been to a posh party,” she admits. “I’ve never needed a proper dress.”

      “You’re going to look stunning, Violet. I’ll be the envy of every man there.”

 She looks so coy. So unaware of her own beauty.

      “Thank you, Daddy,” she says. “You’re too good to me.”

      She’s wrong, I’m not too good to her.

      It’s fate that’s being too good to me.