Please Me Daddy (Gracie) novel Chapter 8

**TITLE: Across Distant Skies Lies Hope Waiting To Be Found by Kade Rowan Flint 98**

I’m happy to oblige

Grace

Punished? He wanted to punish me?

I found myself lost in the depths of his dark hazel eyes, desperately trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. Confusion wrapped around me like a thick fog. Why on earth would he want to punish me? I hadn’t done anything wrong—at least, nothing that warranted such a response. If this was about the work I had neglected yesterday, I was confident I could complete it on time today. It wasn’t as if I had intentionally ignored it; life had simply gotten in the way.

My gaze drifted down to his lips, and a tightness formed in my throat. Or could it be that he was upset about the kiss we shared yesterday? But hadn’t he already punished me for that? The memory of his firm hand on my backside and the intensity of our encounter in his office flooded my mind, leaving me breathless. I had thought that was the end of it.

The bewilderment must have been evident on my face, for he scrutinized me, his expression a mask of neutrality, though his eyes burned with a dark intensity. “What do you think you did wrong, Miss Grace?” he asked, his voice steady.

I felt a chill run down my spine, a wave of panic washing over me. Was he genuinely asking me that? How could I possibly know what I had done wrong? Was this some sort of twisted game, a way for him to extract a confession from me?

Ah, who cares, I thought bitterly. I should just pick something simple and say it.

“I-Is it because I didn’t finish my work yesterday?” I stammered, my heart racing.

He raised an eyebrow, his face inscrutable, leaving me on edge.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I blurted out, my words tumbling over one another. “I know it was unprofessional of me, but there was a welcome party hosted by the PR team, and I had to attend. They might have gotten upset if I didn’t—”

I was abruptly cut off as his hand, resting possessively on my thigh, tightened its grip. My breath caught in my throat, and my words faltered.

His lips curled into a smirk, yet his eyes were devoid of any amusement. “Do you genuinely believe I would fixate on something as trivial as that?”

I blinked, taken aback. Unimportant? If it was so trivial, then why had he insisted that I complete it in a single day? He had treated it with such urgency that I had to forgo lunch.

I wanted to question him, but my thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind, leaving me utterly bewildered. What was I even being punished for?

My hand twitched almost involuntarily, and I raised it to my lips, the realization dawning on me. Was it truly because of the kiss?

The moment my fingers brushed against my lips, his gaze followed the movement, as if he could peer into my very thoughts.

This time, a more amused smile crept onto his lips. He leaned in closer, and instinctively, I leaned back, my pulse quickening in my throat.

I had no idea what was about to unfold, but one thing was certain: it wasn’t going to be anything pleasant. Apollo Reed rarely smiled, and if he chose to smile at me, especially with that dangerous glint in his eye, it could only spell trouble.

Suddenly, his hand shot up, fingers gripping my chin with a firm yet deliberate force, tilting my face upwards until I was unable to look away from him. His gaze held me captive.

“Miss Grace,” he began, his tone low and measured. “I have already punished you for your transgression last night. But if you desire to be punished for that indiscretion again, I would be more than willing to oblige.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I shook my head vehemently. No way. There was absolutely no chance I would allow him to spank me again; my mind screamed in protest. Yet my body was a traitor.

I stared at his face, his expression one of intense concentration, as if nothing else existed in that moment except for what he was doing to me. That singular look sent a wave of nerves churning in my stomach. What on earth was he planning?

He paused, spreading my legs apart, his eyes landing on the delicate fabric of my panties. For a brief moment, I could have sworn he was wrestling with himself, restraining the urge to rip them apart.

He opened the box, revealing a small object shaped like an egg. My heart raced. No. It couldn’t be…

Before I could even voice my protest, Apollo pushed my panties aside, his knuckles grazing my bare skin. The casual brush of his long fingers sent a sound escaping my throat. My teeth sank into my lip, biting down hard as I felt his fingers begin to rub slowly. My hips twitched involuntarily, seeking his touch, but his hand came down with authority, pinning me against the desk.

He slid the egg inside me.

A gasp escaped my lips, my body jolting at the unfamiliar sensation. I had never experienced anything like this before. I had always been too apprehensive to explore such toys on my own, and now here I was, completely exposed on his desk while he took control.

Was this really it? I thought, shifting uncomfortably. It didn’t feel particularly pleasurable yet—just different and strange.

“I—” My lips parted, ready to voice my thoughts, but before I could utter a word, I saw him lift the small remote in his hand. He pressed a button.

The toy buzzed to life inside me.

My eyes widened in shock, and a loud moan escaped my throat. “Ahhh!”

The sensation was sudden, overwhelming me with a pleasure so sharp that I arched against the desk, caught in the throes of an experience I had never anticipated.