“Yes, Daddy,” she replies, shoving her hands in between her thighs and wiggling around.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.” It’s a needy whisper and my cock twitches.
“That’s right, just as I belong to you.”
That makes her smile, and something inside of me cracks. I’m in love with the little cupid. I need her to leave my room understanding that we’re a couple, that she’s signing her soul over to be intertwined with mine.
“How many spankings should I give you for thinking I left with no intention of seeing you again?”
“I don’t know. How many should I give you for not leaving a note or not saying anything when I came to get Eros?—”
I grip her face roughly and stare at her for a long moment. It was innocent, I know it was, but she needs to learn early how things operate with me. I’m jealous and possessive, and the mention of that name triggers me.
“You don’t say another’s name when you’re with me. Do you understand?” I keep my tone calm, not wanting to scare her. Love swallows and nods her head.
“Five for not believing in me, another five for the sass, and ten for saying his name.”
Her mouth gapes open in disbelief, and I shut it with my thumb.
“That seems a little harsh.”
I grin at her. “Harsh would be using the flogger. You’re just getting my palm.”
Her lips part again, and a little thrill fills me over this cupid and how absolutely perfect she is for me. I mean, I knew the cupids were incredibly open with their sexuality. However, I didn’t know they would be into my same brand of pleasure. Between being with Love and what I saw at the party, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Love. My baby likes a little bit of pain with her pleasure?”
She nods, and I truly consider grabbing the flogger but don’t; I’ll save that for another night if she does something naughty.
I want to own Love. I want her to depend on me, for her to beg for me to punish her and then kiss it better. I want everything she’s willing to give, and I plan on wringing her dry.
I easily pick her up and place her on her feet. My hand toys with her long soft hair, and I grab her gently on the back of her neck and lead her to the bed, where I sit first and pat my lap.
She looks down at her hands, and I tsk at her. “Those stay.”
Love grumbles under her breath but stands between my legs, where I roll down her panties and push her pink sundress up to her hips. I kiss her mound before picking her up and tossing her over my lap. She squirms against my erection and uses her elbows for purchase against the bed as I attempt to expose her perfect ass.
“Vanish your wings,” I tell her.
She has to breathe deeply a few times, but eventually she hides them. I forget she hasn’t been a cupid for long. It probably takes her a lot of power to do that.
“Good girl,” I tell her, finally getting an unobstructed view of her behind that is going to be a darker shade of pink once I’m done with her.
“Do you remember how many?” I ask.
“Like I could forget.”
I swat her ass hard, and she gasps.
“That’s for being a brat. Now the twenty start, and you’re going to count for me, baby.”
I can tell she wants to say something but thinks better of it.Good girl.
“If it’s too much, tell me to stop and I will,” I reassure her.
I drag my hand over the beautiful pink globe of her ass and squeeze. I can already see that her pussy is dripping for me, and I’ve barely touched her.
