“Oh…oh no…please. I’m sorry.”
He stopped and set his hand over my left ass cheek, grasped it roughly.
I winced. “Sorry.”
“Say it louder.”
“Sorry, I’m sorry.” And I was. Sorry that I’d seen red and hurled pasta at him. Sorry that I’d pushed him to this. Sorry that I’d disappointed him. “I’m sorry for being a naughty girl.”
He smoothed his palm to my right buttock, his palm callused, and his skin almost as hot as mine. “And are you sorry for not letting me explain?”
“Yes.” I sniffed
“Will you now?”
I hesitated and squeezed my eyes closed. Another tear pressed out. “I don’t want to think about that place, or talk about it.”
“So not tonight?”
“No…” Not ever. “Not tonight.”
“We need to at some point.” Suddenly he dragged me upright, so I was straddling his lap.
“Oh!” The world spun. Black dots encroached in my peripheral vision.
“Deep breath.” He cupped my cheeks. “Breathe, Amy, nice and deep.”
I did as he’d asked. The air went in and out of my lungs in a series of jerks.
“I’ve got you.”
I opened my eyes and stared into his.
Their dark depths flamed with passion and dominance and a determination that could forge steel. I let myself tumble into them, giving up everything to be truly his in this moment. My mind and body were barely my own as I shook and shivered.
“Naughty, bratty little girls get smacked bottoms,” he said gruffly. “You know that now. Daddy can’t always just give you nice things. You have to learn to behave, too. There are boundaries.”
I pursed my lips. My ass stung as though I’d sat in a patch of nettles with a bare butt.
“But you said sorry, which is progress. So hopefully you’ve learned your lesson. Have you?”
I nodded.
He brought my face closer to his. “Are you sure?”
His breath warmed my lips. “Yes.”
The right side of his mouth tilted into a smile. “Good.”
And then he was kissing me, his hands roaming down my body, pausing on my bra-less tits to massage them before gripping the base of my vest.
He broke the kiss to slip it over my head, tossing it aside, then ducked to kiss my neck.
I arched my back—his stubble blissfully rough on my skin—and ran my hands into his thick hair.
How quickly he’d flipped from discipliner to passionate. It was enough to make me dizzy all over again.
His warm mouth went lower, over my right breast, and then he took my nipple gently between his teeth.
