Colt palms my bottom. It’s still pink from last night, but that’s only going to make this more arousing. He’s more confident today. He starts out gentle, but doesn’t waste time picking up the pace, peppering my bottom with his swats until I’m panting. The last few land at the junction of my bottom and my thighs, making me cry out.
He stops abruptly and stands me on my feet.
I’m swaying, unable to support myself, dizzy with need and so much more.
He steadies me with his hands on my biceps until I finally stand still. His next act takes me by surprise. He stands and leads me to the corner of the kitchen, angling me toward the junction of the two walls. “You’ll stand here in a timeout while I cook breakfast. Use the time to think about how often you want to be defiant today.”
I’m shaking with arousal. So out of my element. He’s caught me off-guard. I’ve never been put in timeout before.
“Pull your dress up to your chest, Eve. I want to see your pink bottom while I cook.”
My fingers tremble as I gather the material and clasp it just under my boobs.
He shuffles away but returns a moment later, squatting down behind me. “Spread your feet, baby.”
I step out.
“Farther.”
Wetness is leaking out of me. It’s going to run down my thighs.
When he’s finally satisfied with the width of my feet, he sets a wooden spoon down between them, end to end. “Keep them this wide. Don’t move.” He rises and leaves me standing here. In the corner. Horny. Wet. My bottom is burning. Exposed. Tingling.
I’m whimpering because I can’t help it, but he doesn’t say anything. I stand as still as I can while I listen to the sounds of him making breakfast. The scent of bacon fills the air, making me realize I’m starving. I listen to the sizzle until it subsides and something else goes into the pan, reviving the frying sounds.
Finally, he speaks. “Breakfast is ready, baby. You can come to the table.”
I release my dress and glance down at the spoon on the floor as I step back.
“Leave the spoon. I have a feeling we’ll need it again today.”
I hope not. Timeout wasn’t my favorite pastime.
Daddy pulls out a chair and lifts me onto it, yanking my skirt out from under me before I’m fully seated. “Sit on your bare bottom, baby.”
I wiggle. The cool chair feels good, but I’m going to get the seat wet.
“Stop squirming. Knees wider.” He scoots me in as I comply. I’m so aroused that I could probably come if he ordered me to.
I grin as Daddy brings our plates to the table. Mine is a pink Mickey Mouse-shaped plate with two pancakes on it. Daddy cuts them up into bite-sized pieces and drizzles syrup over the top before sliding the plate toward me and handing me a chubby plastic fork.
“How do you know so much about what I like?” I whisper in awe as I pick up a piece of bacon.
He chuckles. “It’s not rocket science, baby. You own two boxes of pancake mix, which tells me you like them well enough to have a backup box. I assume you don’t own all those dishes if you don’t normally use them. And…” He reaches over and tweaks my cheek. “Based on the dishes and clothes and toys you own, I’m guessing you’re not old enough for knives, so there you have it.”
I grin. He’s amazing. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Now eat before it gets cold.”
I pick up my sippy cup and down half of my milk before continuing.
Chapter 23
Colton
My phone rings as I’m cleaning up the kitchen. I glance at Eve. She’s busy coloring, which I’ve determined is her favorite pastime. I kiss her forehead and meet her gaze. “Daddy has to take a call in the other room. You stay here at the table, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I tap the screen as I walk toward the master bedroom, not wanting her to listen to my conversation with my boss. “Hey,” I say by way of greeting. “Please tell me you’ve got something on that damn stalker.”
He sighs. “No. Not yet, but I have something else you’re not going to like.”
I stiffen as I perch on the edge of the bed. “Give it to me.”
“Got another tip.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I wish I was. Came from someone who saw you with her last night.”
“Fuck.” I fail to keep my voice down. I glance at the door and hope Eve chooses to obey me. I stand and start pacing, rubbing my forehead with two fingers. “What did they say?”
“Guy left a message with the non-emergency line. Jane just brought it to me a few minutes ago. I’ll read it to you.
I know you’ve got a man guarding Eve. I saw him with her last night. Tell him not to let his guard down. These assholes still have her on their radar. First chance they get, I think they will still grab her.
“Fuck,” I mutter again.
“You with her now?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t fucking leave her side.”
“Wouldn’t think of it.” I’m seething though. This means someone at Surrender knows about this, they saw me, and they knew I was undercover. What the fuck?
“Wherever you went last night, don’t go there again.”
“Obviously.” I scowl. “But we were at a club. The owner needs to know one of his members is involved.” I pace some more. “Jesus. This is fucked-up.” Why would someone who knows Eve is being stalked call in tips to the cops? Why not just fucking walk into the police station? Why the hell does this guy feel the need to stay out of it? I have more questions than answers. “We really need an ID on that stalker.”
“Guy’s not in the system. You know it takes
