Free Nan Ryan by Love Me Tonight

looked like a dewy-eyed young schoolgirl of no more than fourteen or fifteen.
    Niles started toward her, dragging the tip of his long leather belt back and forth across the deep carpet in a menacing manner. She quickly tied her long, flowing dark hair back off her youthful-looking face with a yellow satin ribbon, folded her small pale hands in her lap, and waited.
    “Has my angel been a good little girl today, or must Papa punish her?” said Niles Loveless, approaching the seated woman.
    She tossed her head and giggled. “I’ve been ever so good, Papa. I don’t deserve a spanking.”
    “Are you sure?” He reached her. He paused, stood directly before her in a wide-legged, arrogant stance, continuing to flick the belt back and forth, back and forth.
    Hands folded in her lap, feet crossed at the ankles, she lifted wide, innocent eyes to his and said, “Yes, Papa, I’m positive. I’ve behaved myself all day. Some days I’m a naughty girl and deserve a spanking. But today I deserve a present for being so good.” Coyly she tilted her head to one side, licked her pouty lips, and lowered her heavily lashed gaze pointedly to his straining crotch.
    Niles Loveless’s wide smile turned to a salacious leer, his heart pounded in his naked chest, and hot blood coursed through his veins.
    He said, “I’ll give my angel a little present if she’ll promise to give me something in return.”
    Smiling, she leaped up off the velvet vanity stool, clapping her hands and jumping up and down like an excited little girl.
    “I will! I will!” she promised. “Give me my present. I want my present.”
    He laughed, wrapped a broad hand around the back of her neck, pulled her close, and kissed her. When the kiss ended, he brushed his mouth back and forth across her parted lips, purposely tickling her cheeks and chin with his thick, bristly mustache. He knew how she enjoyed having him tickle her—all over—with his mustache.
    “Baby has to find it if she wants her present,” he said, biting her bottom lip with his sharp white teeth, then lifting his head.
    In a cloud of frothy yellow skirts and swishing glossy hair, she danced excitedly around the big man, patting and feeling his pockets with probing, playful hands. Giggling when he groaned and gasped and shuddered. From deep down inside the right trousers pocket, she found and withdrew a glittering diamond-and-emerald necklace.,
    Squealing with delight, she hugged the tall blond man and whirled swiftly about so he could fasten the necklace behind her swanlike neck. She laughed giddily, pleased with her little present.
    Almost as pleased as he was with what she promptly gave him in return.
    Yanking the leather belt out of his big hand, she began flicking it back and forth just as he had done. She ordered him to finish undressing. When he stood naked in the shadowy room she teasingly looped the belt around his lean flanks and drew him close.
    She put out the tip of her pink tongue and licked her lips wetly.
    She asked, “Just exactly what kind of present does my big ol’ sweet sugar daddy want from his baby girl?” She leaned to him and began licking his furred chest, making a wet, titillating little trail down the center of his torso to his tight belly, then slowly back up and around each straining brown nipple. “Tell me so that I can be a good little girl and my sweet papa daddy won’t have to bare my little bottom and spank it.”
    His breath now coming in loud rasps, his naked body trembling with sensation, he murmured raggedly, “You know. Baby knows what I want.”
    She simpered and nipped his kiss-wet chest with sharp white teeth and lifted her head to look up into his passion-heated eyes. “If Papa won’t say it aloud, Papa won’t get his present,” she whined in baby talk.
    And so, knowing that it excited her to have him talk dirty almost as much as it excited him, Niles told her in the most graphic of language just exactly what he wanted her to do to him.
    And