"Or are you going to defy me?"
Bang Chan's voice contains a command, and from my novels, I know what I'm supposed to do. Pushed into my door, his body inches from mine, his lips poised to kiss me, my core flexes with need.
"Yes, Daddy."
"That's a good girl."
But he doesn't kiss me. Instead, he steps back, hands on his hips as his hungry gaze scrapes across my body.
"You want to follow my orders, don't you, (Y/N)? The idea makes your panties wet."
"I'm SO wet."
Bang Chan's gaze softens as my body trembles before him.
"You're nervous."
"Nervous but excited."
"Let's pick a safe word. Your books talk about safe words, yeah? If things get too intense, I can say the word, and we'll stop."
"Okay. My safe word is pineapple."
"Let's try this again..."
His expression hardens, his voice deepening with his controlling edge.
"Take off your pants."
The order sends a pleasing shock straight to my clit. I feel the urge to obey. My hands shake, but I manage to force them to move to my button, undoing it.
"Slowly."
I swallow hard and nod, then pull down my jeans slowly, sensually down my thighs. My skin hums as my fingers brush it. Unsure of where I look, I keep my gaze on the ground.
"Look at me."
He smirks at my obedience, a hungry sheen appearing in his eyes.
Wow. He really thinks I'm sexy...
When my pants hit the ground, I step out of them and stand mostly naked, before him.
"You're fucking gorgeous, (Y/N). Do you know that?"
"Thank you."
"Good girl. Accept all compliments I give you. That's an order."
Abruptly, he spins me around and pushes me up against the door again.
"Stay."
The door flexes as my belly and face press against it. My body buzzes as I stand still for him, submitting.
"Do you think you'd like a little pain? We could start with a little spanking and see what you think."
"The idea excites me."
He rubs his thick, calloused hand down my back, inching lower. When he runs it over my panties, I push my ass out to him without meaning to.
"You have the best ass."
He squeezes one ass cheek then the other, and I moan into the doorframe.
"I'm gonna leave my handprint all over it. Spread your feet."
Might be fun to see what happens if I disobey...
I glance over my shoulder, a mischievous grin on my lips as I keep my legs pressed tightly together.
"Make me."
"Oh, you want to be punished?"
In one firm movement, he grabs me by the waist, scoops me into his arms, and carries me to a chair on the deck. He settles me over his lap and rubs his hand over my ass cheek. The anticipation is killing me.
"What are you doin'?"
"I'm goin' to spank you, (Y/N), until you can't sit."
At his words, my pussy flexes my wetness soaking through my panties. As he smacks the first cheek, I cry out in pain...but it feels good, too.
"Ouch!"
"You like it. I can feel how wet you are, you know."
His hand comes down much harder the 2nd time, setting my ass on fire. I try to squirm away.
"Fuck! It hurts!"
"It's supposed to. Now stay still."
As he smacks me again and again, his handprint burning into me, the stinging pain turns to warmth. The pain mixed with his iron grip holding me in place sends pleasure shooting through me. After he spanks me for a long while, he abruptly stops, his hand resting on me as I catch my breath.
"My handprint looks like it belongs there. Did you like that, (YLN)?"
"I...did."
"Took you a moment to admit it?"
"Yeah...but I loved it."
"I want you to answer me more quickly next time. How do I know you're telling the truth if you have to think about it?"
"But I did like it!"
"Prove it to me."
"But how?"
"I can think of a few ways..."
His fingers dance between my legs, moving toward the slit between my legs.
"You can feel for yourself."
"Good girl."
His hand moves between my legs as he gently traces the lips of my aching pussy.
"You're wet as hell."
When he presses a finger inside me, I let out a moan.
"What's got you so wet?"
"You know..."
He adds a second finger, making me groan as he slides them in and out.
"I told you I'm turned on."
When he pulls his fingers out, he shows me how wet they are, then licks my juices from them.
"I can't wait to fuck you, (Y/N)."
His hand moves back to my ass, but before he's able to continue, a crash sounds from the front of the house. We share a glance before hurrying into some robs I keep on my porch and running to inspect the source of the sound. It's Olivia, back where she and her friends spray-painted the front of my house.
"What the—"
"Dad?! What the heck are you doing here?"
Bang Chan probably doesn't want her to know we're fooling around!
"Olivia! Your dad and I were working on my renovations."
"I didn't know you were working together!"
"Just started, sweetie. The better question is what are YOU doin' here? Did you vandalize Ms. (YLN)'s house?"
I step closer and see that Olivia has brought rags and soap, not spray paint.
Oh! She's trying to clean it off...
"Bang Chan, your daughter wasn't tagging the house..."
"She's not his daughter."
A woman steps forward and scowls, arms crossed as she inspects the graffiti. Bang Chan's posture changes, suddenly protective and defensive all at once.
"I raised her, Hannah." Bang Chan tells the woman.
"And who is this?"
"I'm his sister." she answers for him.
"Um...can someone fill me in?" I ask.
The woman sighs before turning to me, as though she's irritated she needs to explain.
"I got pregnant young. Bad dude, okay? Small towns are shitty to young moms. I hid during my pregnancy, and when she was born, big bro here stepped in, adopted her, and said she was his lovechild with a secret lady.
"Wow...Bang Chan must love you."
"She's the only lil' sis I've got."
Bang Chan's sister moves over to Olivia.
"You're not doing a good job of keeping her out of trouble, Christopher. You promised, but I followed her here. She took a rideshare, you know that? She's too young to know how to do that! And too young to be tagging property!"
"I'm sorry, Hannah. I didn't realize she was getting into trouble like this..."
His shoulders slump as he looks desperately form his sister and his daughter to me.
"She's supposed to be better off with you. But I don't know if that's true..."
Wait, Olivia seems to have fallen in with some shitty friends, but she came to clean it up!
"Now wait a minute! You've got the wrong idea. I did see Olivia tag this place, but it was mostly her two shitty guy friends. When we met at the library, she was apologetic...and now she's here cleaning up her mess."
Bang Chan straightens up, looking over the scene and taking it in.
"Olivia, is that true?"
"It's true. (Y/N) was nice to me, so I wanted to make it up to her. I'm sorry, Dad."
Olivia runs to Bang Chan and wraps her arms around his legs.
"I want you to be my dad still. Don't send me away!"
Bang Chan leans down to Olivia's level, a kind not to his voice.
"I'm not sending you away. But I'm keeping a closer eye on you and your friends from now on..."
"That's fine! I don't even like those boys anymore. They're too...old. And stinky."
Hannah sighs as she takes Olivia by the hand.
"I'll take Olivia back to the farm, Bang Chan, and put her to bed. So you can finish up...whatever this is."
As they load into the car I didn't even hear pull up, Bang Chan turns to me.
"Being a Dad, even a non-biological one, is tough."
"I think you're doing a good job."
His mischievous grin returns as a sly glean flashes in his eyes.
"Now I've got a proposal for you..."
My stomach flips at the idea of continuing what we started on the back porch.
"Your house here. I'll waive the emergency fee... If you hire me for the whole job."
My stomach sinks.
"I'd nearly forgotten about the house... I can't afford to fix everything. I'm broke, Bang Chan."
"We'll figure something out."
Is he...suggesting what I think he is?
"I'm not sure there's anything I can give you..."
"I disagree." he grins seductively.
"I'll do anything."
"I won't let you think like that. The last thing I want is you working me because you have no choice. I'll do the plumping work some weekends and nights, so that I can do paid work during the day. I'm trying to expand my business. It's what keeps me and my family's blueberry farm afloat. The problem is the bank needs a detailed business plan if I want a loan."
"That's why you were looking for books on business plans."
"I need your help writing the plan."
"Oh! I'm great at business plans."
"I suppose we should seal the deal, then. My family always finishes a deal with a kiss on the hand. Give me your hand."
I smile sweetly as I place my hand in his. The rough callouses subtly stroke my palm. Bang Chan doesn't break eye contact as he raises my hand to his lips. They softly press to my knuckles, contrasting the feel of his hand.
"We have a deal."
"Now it's official."
He laughs against my hand, his warm breath tickling me as goosebumps rise along my arm.
"We'll be seeing a lot of each other in the future."
"Is that a bad thing?"
Bang Chan lets out a low growl in answer.
"Absolutely not. I'm very interested in spending lots of time with you, (Y/N)."
The next day at the library, Bang Chan brings Olivia by to apologize formally...and for the children's reading hour my library is famous for. As Olivia runs off to wait for story time, Bang Chan steps behind the desk to whisper to me.
"I enjoyed last night, but it shouldn't have ended like that..."
"I want more."
"So do I, (YLN)."
A throat clears, and I look up to see Marjorie Curtis glaring at us.
"Mr. Bang, I didn't know you worked at the library?"
"I don't. Just working on a project for my business."
"Only employees should be behind the desk. It sets a bad example, Director (YLN)."
"Wouldn't want that." I roll my eyes.
"Speaking of examples, (Y/N), please step outside with me."
I follow Marjorie outside the library, where the crowd of protestors have returned.
"This is the will of the people. We will not stand idly by as you allow filth to be distributed among our community. We'll be here every day until you throw those romance books away!"
"The will of the entire town is represented by so few of you?"
"You laugh now, but you won't when your job is on the line."
"You can't just threaten her like that. Do that again, and I'll bring my concerns to the council."
"Please, Mr. Bang, as you are newly elected, you'd do well to sit back and listen this term."
Wait. Bang Chan is on the city council?
"Unless, Christopher, you want family secrets to come out into the open?"
Marjorie gets up in Bang Chan's face, wagging her finger near his eyes.
"Are you threatening me, Marjorie?"