“There is no worst,” my sweet boo said shakily. “Jules is perfect.”
“I know,” Daddy said. “Perfect for the both of us.”
That was too much. I wasn’t. This was all a joke.
I lurched up, done with their lying bullshit… or I tried to, anyway. Daddy’s soothing hands were suddenly solid steel bars, keeping me in place.
“Red means stop. Yellow means slow down. Green means go,” he said. “Do you have a color for me, Diva?”
Fuckhim and his colors.
“Piss off, you bastard,” I said, twisting around to glare back at him.
He smoothed one hand over my arse, the flicker of a smile crossing his lips. “Color?”
“The only color that matters is glitter, bitch—ah.”
He spanked me. Daddy actuallyspankedme.
It was the first time anyone had laid into me in at least fifteen years, anddamn, it stung a hell of a lot more than I remembered.
“I hate you,” I mumbled, letting my head fall back down and my wig shield me from everything.
Thank God for Diva.
“That wasn’t red,” Daddy said, rubbing his hand over the spot he’d just spanked and turning the heat from that sting into a deep tingle. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Color?”
If he thought I was going toaskhim for this shit, he was sorely mistaken.
I pressed my lips closed as tightly as I could, refusing to give him the satisfaction of playing his little color games.
“That’s okay, gorgeous,” Daddy said. “I told you. Daddy can decide for you whenever it’s too much. I’ve got you.”
I kept my mouth shut and glared at the carpet, waiting for the sharp sting to come again.
Then it did.
“Fuck,” I blurted. “Fuckinghell, Daddy.“
“Color?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he said, making my eyes sting almost as much as my arse did for some reason. Then I sucked in a sharp breath when he spanked me again… and again. His coming down over and over until he’d lit up my whole world. Or maybe shrunk it. There wasn’t anything else. Every nerve ending in my body had somehow migrated into my arse.
And honey?
Those nerve endings were onfire.
Another smack sent me right over the edge. There was no way to describe the feeling that took over inside of me except to say that something just…snapped. Not in the Mama bear way like earlier, but something just as Animal-Planet-fabulous came roaring out of my mouth, before I could stop it and without any warning at all.
Iscreamed.
And Daddy spanked me again.
So I screamed again, even louder, and thrashed around like my life depended on it. Tested every one of those sturdy muscles of his, daring him to try and hold me and make good on all those ridiculous promises of his to stick it out and handle my worst and be there no matter how much of my crazy I let out.
Because I was letting itallout.
