Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Yes. I gave you the last of my cupcake. I videotaped for you. I even helped you hire a new guy.”
“You did do a lot of great things today, Little girl. I think there’s space for you in my bed tonight.”
“Sweet!” Tatiana squirmed happily in her large seat.
Maniac extended a hand over the console dividing them and wrapped it around her thigh. “I’ve enjoyed the kitten outfit today, Rainbow, but it’s been hard to keep from checking if you purr when stroked.”
“I might,” she teased, trailing her fingers over his muscular forearm. She loved the strength built into Maniac.
The heated glance he sent her way made her clench her thighs together as arousal kindled low in her abdomen. “How do you do that?” she whispered.
“Do what, Little girl?”
“You make me hot with just one look.”
“The effect goes both ways, Tatiana. Your bottom in that outfit beckoned me to swat you a number of times today. Only naughty girls tempt their Daddies like that.”
“What? I didn’t do anything!” she protested.
“Just waggled your fine ass at me every time you leaned over.”
“I didn’t do that on purpose,” she promised.
“I don’t know. Maybe you were trying to beguile your Daddy,” Maniac suggested with a twinkle in his eye. “I think I need to show you what happens to Little girls who tempt their Daddies.”
She stared at him with an open mouth in shock. Tatiana hadn’t tried to attract his attention, but she’d noticed him watching her throughout the day. Her bottom tingled in anticipation of an impending spanking. “I shouldn’t be punished for just doing my job.”
“I don’t think I said anything about punishment,” Maniac corrected as he pulled into the driveway. He triggered the garage door opener attached to his visor and turned to look at her. “Do you need a spanking?”
Automatically, Tatiana shook her head no. Her body responded immediately to the question with a flood of moisture. She shouldn’t be excited by his offer to spank her.
“Lying to your Daddy isn’t a good idea. I have ways of finding out the truth,” he informed her before driving into the garage. “Stay there. I’ll come help you out.”
Tatiana bit her lower lip as he lowered himself from the cab. The garage door descended, isolating the two of them together from the outside world. She watched him as he circled the front of the truck and erased any telltale emotions from her expression by the time he opened her door.
“Let’s get this seatbelt off, Tatiana.”
Maniac crowded into the opening of the truck and freed her from the safety device. Instead of helping her out, he turned her in the seat sideways and stepped between her legs. Slowly and deliberately, he pushed the hem of her short leopard dress up her thighs and lifted her bottom slightly to scoot the material around her waist.
“I could get changed into comfy clothes inside,” Tatiana suggested.
“Not quite yet. Did my offer to spank you make you wet, Little girl?” he asked, wrapping his immense hands around her legs just above Tatiana’s splayed knees.
She vigorously shook her head.
“I think you’re lying to your Daddy. It’s very easy for me to tell, Little girl.” His hands slid up her thighs, making her squirm in anticipation. “I can feel your heat, Rainbow.”
Maniac lifted one hand and brushed the back of his fingers over her mound covered by the cotton panties he’d helped her step into that morning. “If I move my fingers a bit lower, am I going to feel your wetness?”
She froze in place, knowing it was dangerous to lie to him but not wishing to admit the truth. Tatiana tried to pull her legs together but his massive bulk lay between them.
“Uh, uh, Little girl. You can’t hide your reactions from Daddy. I won’t let you. If you won’t tell me, I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
“Daddy!” she whined as he grazed his fingertips lower, tracing the material.
“This is very concerning, Little girl. Your panties are soaked. Did you potty?”
“No,” she protested, shaking her head once again.
“Hmm. There’s only one way to find out for sure.” He hooked his fingers into each side of her waistband and tugged the scrap of material over her hips.
“These are soaked, Rainbow.” Maniac traced the wet spot visible to both of them as they looked at the garment.
Wrapping his hand around the crotch of the panties, Maniac pulled them to her knees and lifted the fabric into the air, raising her hips from the seat. She could hear the stitches popping from the strain of her weight. His other hand cradled the back of her head as he shifted her and scooted her to lie sideways on the large truck seat with her bottom dangling off the edge. She felt him hoist her a bit higher as he looped her panties over his head.