And sweet Mary, it felt good.Sogood. I wailed and I kicked and I shook my head like a she-devil, yelling obscenities I hadn’t even realized I knew as poor Isaac watched me lose my everloving mind and Daddy Roman exorcised all the demons from my body, heart, and soul.
Fuck them. Fucking goodriddance.
Those demons of self-doubt and self-loathing and all the worries about being good enough and strong enough and just… just enough, all the fucking time. They were exhausting to carry around and keep stuffed down and deal with as they clawed at me day after day, chipping away from the inside out.
Daddy landed another one, right at the top of my thighs, and bitch, I don’t know how I even felt it over the deep blazing fire that had consumed my entire arse. He wasn’t going easy on me, and he wasn’t letting up… so there was no reason at all for me to hold back or go easy onthem.
Those demons rose up, one by one, and I let them go. Let them all out.Pushedthem out. Happily kicked their arses to the curb with each crash of Roman’s hand onto my burning, stinging butt, until there was a space inside me bigger than Daddy’s penthouse suite. Big enough for me to breathe, for once.
“Oh my God.” Isaac’s voice, and it felt like it was coming from far away. “D-Daddy? I… you… is he going to be okay?”
Someone was crying in the distance. Was that what my boo was talking about?
Oh, it was me.
So strange, because I was so damn calm on the inside now. Arse on fire and makeup no doubt ruined, but inside? I was fucking Zen, bitches. It felt like I was floating above my own body, looking down on the ridiculous sight of Diva’s shapely self bent arse-up over Roman’s knee while poor Isaac squirmed and winced from a few feet away, with no shame or remorse or fear.
And then Daddy Roman helped me to sit upright—but not on my arse, because holyhell, it still burned like those ex-demons of mine had torched the place on their way out the door—and held me close to his chest, curled onto his lap, just like Isaac had been earlier, when he’d been in tears.
Oh, damn. NowIwas the one in tears.
“There, now,” Daddy murmured into my wig. “That’s enough, now. You did so well, baby. So good for Daddy. It’s over now. I’ve got you.”
Why he’d even want to, I still didn’t know. My wig felt like it was crooked and Mel B was lying a full meter away from where we were sitting, but I felt… good. Free and relaxed and… light.
“Don’t let go,” someone begged with a soft sigh, clinging tight.
Shit, that had been me.
The inner Diva wasn’t bothered, though.
Which, it had to be said, was a world first.
“I won’t,” Daddy promised, pulling Isaac against his side so we were all three cuddled up together.
And honey, I believed him.
Which was dumb, probably.
But… maybe not? After all, a girlcoulddream.
There was even a rumor going around that sometimes, every once in a while, maybe one time out of a million…
Those dreams actually came true.
12
Isaac
WatchingDaddy give Diva what she needed was… well, at first it was terrifying. She’d been kicking and screaming and going into a full-fledged meltdown, and for a few minutes, I’d really thought that she might have actually tried tofightDaddy.
Like, really fight.
I’d been frozen. If that had happened anywhere else, with anyoneelse, I would have… well, I would have done something. I didn’t know what. But something. The thing was, I wasn’t sure which one I wanted to protect. Both of them. I’d hated it. But… but I’d also trusted Daddy. Which almost made me feel disloyal for thinking, since it sounded like that meant Ididn’ttrust Diva. Jules. My best friend. But of course I did. I trusted him to be one hundred percent him, one hundred percent of the time, and he didnothold back when he felt he’d been wronged.
As he shouldn’t.
I’d always loved and admired that about him.
