Daddy Devious: A Dark Billionaire Daddy Dom Romance (Forbidden Pleasures Island Book 1)
Daddy Devious: Chapter 4

It’s a delight, watching Victoria’s eyes go round with shock, a delight I doubt I’ll tire of anytime soon.

“You want me to call you what?” Her voice rises to a squeak at the end of her question, and I allow myself a smile at her disbelief.

Someone didn’t read her contract.

Granted, I deliberately had it written to be as confusing as possible in the hopes she wouldn’t, but it still thrills me to know she is wholly unprepared to what awaits her on the island. “Daddy. Go ahead. Give it a try.”

“Um, no. I am not calling you that. No fucking way:”

The elevator stops, effectively putting a pin in our conversation. I can tell by the smug smile on her face that my Little girl thinks she’s won this particular battle.

I’m happy to let her believe that for a while longer.

Cupping her elbow, I guide her out through the back door to the waiting car. She stops in her tracks, staring at the vehicle. “Holy shit. Is that a limo?”

Amused at her reaction, I give her arm a gentle tug. “Yes. I thought we might appreciate the extra room.”

By which I mean I will appreciate the extra space to give my naughty girl all the attention she needs during the ride to the airport.

“This whole billionaire thing is going to take some getting used to,” she mumbles.

Oh, my sweet Little girl. You have no idea.

My driver, Oliver, opens the back door when he spots us, bowing slightly as I nudge Victoria into the car.

“Mr. Stone. Miss Victoria.”

Victoria stops, halfway inside the car already, to shoot Oliver a glare. “How do you know my name?”

“In the car, Victoria.” My tone leaves no room for defiance, and yet, she does not move.

“Not until you tell me how he knows my name. What’s going on?”

Patience has never been a strong suit of mine outside of business dealings. And little Victoria is already testing the bounds of what patience I do possess. “Victoria, unless you would like your next spanking to be delivered right here in the middle of the sidewalk where everyone can see, I suggest you get in the car. Now.”

That gets her moving. With a yelp of surprise, she ducks into the car.

Oliver’s eyebrows raise at the exchange, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. But he wisely does not comment as he waits for me to follow Victoria into the car, shutting the door firmly behind me.

Arms folded tightly over her chest, she glares at me from the bench opposite mine. “You can’t just threaten to spank me every time you want me to do something.”

“I won’t.”

Triumph lights her eyes, but it’s short-lived.

“Once we’re on the island, those warnings will be few and far between. If you defy me, I will punish you, no matter where we are or who is around.”

Her mouth drops open, and now it’s horror swirling in those dark eyes of hers. And, if I’m not mistaken, a hint of curiosity.

Is she more horrified, I wonder, by my threat or by her reaction to it?

“You can’t just spank me anywhere!” she protests, her voice rising sharply.

“Oh, but I can. And I will. You see, everyone on the island is aware of what I am. There isn’t a single person there who will even blink at a naughty girl getting her bottom reddened by her Daddy.”

The color I can’t wait to infuse in her backside blooms on her cheeks. “I am not calling you Daddy.”

“You don’t have a choice, Victoria. Come here.” I have no doubt she will refuse the order, but I at least want to give her a chance to prove she can be a good girl.

As I expected, she lifts her chin in the air. “No.”

I sigh, intentionally filling the sound with disappointment for the sheer pleasure of watching her eyes go wide before she drops her gaze to the floor. Excitement pumps through my veins at the simple, submissive gesture. As defiant as she might try to be, my Little girl isn’t immune to her Daddy’s displeasure.

That desire to please me will serve her well where we’re going.

Leaning forward, I take her by the arm, pulling her forward. She resists, or tries to at least, but I’m stronger by far. It takes nothing for me to tilt her over my knee, her bottom high and ready for my discipline.

As much as I would like to savor this moment, it isn’t a very long drive to the airport and I want to make an impression quickly, before we even set foot on the plane. I want there to be no doubt in my Little girl’s mind that she belongs to me now, and that defiance and disrespect will not be tolerated.

“Let me go! You can’t do this!”

I swallow a laugh at her protests. It won’t do for her to think I find any part of her behavior amusing. “I will let you go once I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, little girl.”

Luckily for me, Victoria prefers skirts at work, and it takes me no time at all to push the material up around her hips. A quick tug brings her silky pink panties to her knees, baring her bottom to my view for the first time.

And what a beautiful bottom it is. Round and plump, it’s practically custom-built for bearing a Daddy’s discipline.

My discipline.

“Stop! Stop! You can’t do this!”

“I absolutely can, my naughty little Victoria. Didn’t you read your contract?”

At that, she goes completely still. “Of course I read it.”

“Oh, little girl. That’s going to cost you.”

Without giving her another chance to argue, I lay a sharp spank across her bottom. A perfect pink handprint blooms as her shocked shrieks fill the car. I swat her again, giving her a matching print on her other cheek.

She comes alive again over my knee, wiggling and fighting for all she’s worth as I spank. Hard and fast, determined to make my point during our short ride.

“Ow, ow, ow, Mr. Stone, please! Please stop!”

I don’t even pause as I address her pleas. “What did I tell you to call me, Victoria?”

“I can’t!” she wails pitifully, her feet drumming against the floor of the town car. “Please, it hurts!”

“It’s meant to hurt. Little girls, in my experience, learn best with a hot, red bottom.” Shifting my hold on her, I give her sit-spots some much-needed attention. That sensitive dip where bottom meets thigh is the perfect place to drive a lesson home.

The change turns Victoria’s wails to frantic begging. “I can’t, please, it hurts! Please, stop!”

“What’s my name, Victoria? One little word, that’s all I want from you, and this can be all over.”

“Daddy!” She screams it, her cries filling the car. “Daddy! Your name is Daddy!”

Because a good Daddy always keeps his promises, I end the spanking with one final swat to the middle of her bottom before gathering her up in my arms. “Shhh. It’s all over, little one.”

Sobbing loudly, she curls into me, pressing her face against my shoulder. “H-hurts,” she chokes out, reaching one hand behind her to rub at her burning bottom.

I capture her wrist, pulling her hand between us. “It hurts because you were very naughty, Victoria. Now you have to sit on a sore bottom when we get on the plane, all because you wouldn’t listen to Daddy.”

“I’m sorry.”

To my surprise, she does actually sound remorseful, and her sweet sniffles pull at my heartstrings far more than I’d expected.

I press a kiss to her hair, holding her close as the car slows to a stop. A quick glance out the window tells me we’ve arrived at our destination. Even more surprising than Victoria’s seemingly heartfelt apology is my own realization that I’m not quite ready to share her with the rest of the world. Not even my staff, as carefully selected and well trained as they are.

But the sooner we get on the plane, the sooner we will be on the island.

And the sooner I can complete Victoria’s transformation into my perfect Little girl.

Victoria

“Time to go, little one.”

Mr. Stone’s voice holds far more tenderness than I would have expected from the man who just finished setting my ass on fire. It’s a dichotomy that makes my head spin, but I’m too worn out from the spanking to give it much consideration.

The door opens, and the driver pokes his head in. “Someone looks like she’s ready for a nap.”

“Indeed. Would you take her for me, Oliver? We had a very… eventful ride.”

“Of course, sir. Come here, sweetheart.”

Being put over Mr. Stone’s knee and spanked like a misbehaving child was embarrassing enough, but at least that was just between the two of us. The thought of being passed off to his driver only adds to that humiliating “little girl” feeling. “I can walk,” I tell them, wiggling against Oliver’s hold as he pulls me from the car.

A sharp swat lands on my bottom, reigniting the fire that had finally begun to fade a bit, and I realize two equally shocking, equally humiliating things.

One, it isn’t Mr. Stone who swatted me. It’s Oliver.

And two, that swat just landed on my bare bottom. Because my skirt is still hiked up around my waist, and my panties are nowhere to be found. Which means my bright red ass is hanging out for everyone to see.

This could not possibly get any worse.

“You-you spanked me!”

My accusation only earns me a round of laughter, not just from Oliver but from Mr. Stone as he exits the car, holding his arms out for Oliver to pass me off again. “Yes, he did. All of my staff has permission to discipline you as needed, which is something you should keep in mind if you wish to be naughty when I’m not around.”

I open my mouth to tell him exactly what I think of that, but I quickly snap my lips shut again at the look on his face. Despite his clear amusement at my expense, there’s a hard glint in his eye that reminds me he has no qualms about putting me very firmly in my place. “Fine. But I really can walk.”

“You can, but you may not. Hold on tight, little one. Daddy doesn’t want to drop you.”

“Can I at least have my underwear back?” I’m aware I’m whining, but fuck it. If he’s going to treat me like a child, I refuse to feel bad for acting like one.

“No, you may not. Nobody here is going to be shocked by the sight of a well-spanked bottom. And those undergarments are far too grown up for such a Little girl.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Overcome by the maelstrom of emotions battering me, I wrap my arms around his neck, hiding my burning face in his shoulder. “But it’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it is. Everyone can see what a naughty Little girl you were.”

I was thinking more about the fact that all my private bits are on display, but at his words a fresh wave of humiliation washes over me. Because he’s right. Everyone knows I got spanked like a child by one of the world’s most eligible bachelors.

This really, really cannot get any worse.