DOM BF SUB GF POSSESSIVE RELATIONSHIP SPANKING EROTICA
Spanked by my possessive Daddy
“We need to talk.”
My pulse quickened. Nobody likes those words, and hearing them first thing when I walked in the door was the last thing I expected. Normally my man met me with a kiss, at least, or with a hard cock that needed tending. Not with crossed arms and a cross look.
“What is it?” I asked, as I slipped off my sandals and hung up my things by the door.
“I had a meeting to get to this afternoon and I cut across campus,” he said. “I saw you outside the library.”
“You did? Why didn’t you stop and say hi?”
“I was running late. And…I saw you with that guy.”
I blinked. For the life of me, I honestly didn’t understand what he was saying. “That guy?”
His eyes darkened and his voice was even lower when he spoke. It was thrilling when he got this edge — a little dangerous, maybe, a little scary, but fuck, what a turn-on it was to have Daddy get gruff with me. “That guy,” he insisted. “In the gray shirt. With dark hair. The one who had his arms around you.”
