Healing (General's Daughter Book 5) by Breanna Hayse Read Free Book Online Page A

began to strap her lightly with the belt. She swore at him, provoking him to go harder. He met her challenge
    She finally stopped fighting, in tears and very sore. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whimpered, clutching his legs.
    Rich put the belt down, running his hand over her welted bottom. She sure took a lot in play. It surprised him. “Go stand in the corner and think about how bad you’ve been.”
    “Yes, sir,” she sniffed, obeying.
    Rich put his belt back on, leaning on the couch to watch her. He had her stand there for ten minutes, and then called her back over. “Samantha? Are we going to have an improvement in your behavior for now on?”
    “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She climbed into his lap and started kissing him.
    “I gather I’m not Daddy anymore.” He kissed her back.
    She rubbed her aching backside into his lap. “Make love to me. Please.”
    “No, you were just punished for being a bad little girl. Bad little girls don’t get to cum,” Rich teased.
    “You’re mean,” she grumbled.
    Rich hugged her. “Nah, just tired still. You exhaust me. Have fun?”
    “Yeah. I’ve never done that before.”
    “Role-played?”
    “No, pretending to mouth off at my father like that. He would have killed me.” She giggled.
    “I’m sure you’ve wanted to at times.”
    “Hell, yeah, but I’m not stupid. I’m still hungry. Anymore shrimp left?”
    “In the kitchen. I’ll join you.”

CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    “Mike, this is so nice. I think it’s the first time we’ve really been able to just hang out and not worry about time or anything,” Jen murmured against Michael’s bare chest. They’d just finished an afternoon of torrid lovemaking in the romantic, and very private, cottage Michael had rented for them in Julian.
    “This is nice. My family tends to be very active. It’s hard to find quiet time in our home.”
    “Your dads would leave us alone; Sam, though…” Jen giggled.
    “Is Sam. You’ve discovered that she pushes in areas that you give the greatest opposition, right? If you pretend it doesn’t bother you, she’ll find something else.”
    “I adore her. Mike? I was wondering if you, well…”
    “Anything. What do you need, hon?”
    “I want you to meet my family. Would you fly to Kentucky with me? Just for a couple of days.”
    “Sure. When do you want to go?”
    “Really? You mean it?”
    “Absolutely. I need to put in some leave time. The folks have tons of frequent flyer miles too, so we can get some decent seats. Will I need to rent a car?”
    “You are the best! Thank you! I should warn you, they are a bit intense.”
    “Jen, do you think anything could bother me after being around my family? Come on. They’ll love me,” Michael promised, squeezing her against him.
    “My brothers will be all over you.”
    “Honey, trust me. I can hold my own,” he reassured her. She smiled, content in his arms.
    Tuesday morning, Michael called Jen into his office. He had a serious look on his face and told her to enter and close the door behind her.
    “What did I do?” Jen asked Sam.
    “I don't know. But he doesn't have that twitch/vein thing going which tells me he is pissed,” Sam said cautiously. “Don't procrastinate though. He is tapping his fingers.”
    Jen sighed and walked next door, “You rang?”
    “Sit. I need to speak to you.”
    “I, um, did I do something wrong, Mike?”
    “I am your commander, Miss Carter.”
    Jen’s eyes widened, her heart pounding. She swallowed. “Yes, sir, Lieutenant.”
    “It appears to me that you have caused some mischief,” he stated, leaning back in his chair, twirling his pen in his fingers.
    Jen searched her memory. For once, she couldn’t think of anything. “What did I do, sir?”
    “You,” Michael put the pen down, leaning forward, “made me fall in love with you. What do you have to say about that?”
    Jen sighed with relief. “You butt for brains, you scared me.”
    “Good. I’m glad to know I have that