“Unless you use your safeword, I expect you to obey me whenever we’re together, angel. Who am I?”
CHAPTER 16
Ace
Heat rushes through me,and it’s different from the heat on my ass. It’s more of a sting there.
Who am I?
My core clenches, and I shift to my other foot. “Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he croons, resting the cool wooden spoon on one of my ass cheeks. “I’m perfectly aware that you can physically clean yourself up, but that isn’t happening around me, angel.”
Then he spanks me four more times with the spoon, alternating cheeks each time. I yelp and rise onto my tiptoes, letting out a breath when he pauses.
“Are you going to behave now and let me take care of you?”
I nod quickly, “Yes, Daddy. I will. I’ll be good.”
Kian chuckles and swats me twice more, then drops the spoon onto the counter and picks up the cloth. “That’s my good girl. Spread your feet for me.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I obey, knowing he can see everything as he wipes my folds and then my ass before he throws the towel into the sink behind us.
He takes a step back in silence, and the urge to rise is almost impossible to ignore, knowing he’s staring at me.
“Come here,” he finally says quietly.
Something that feels like relief floods me as I push myself up and turn toward him. He stands, tall and broad, with his ass resting against the counter, his belt and slacks still undone. When I get closer to him, he gently pulls me against his chest. Then he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
My heart pitter-patters, and butterflies fly freely in my stomach. There’s something about Kian that makes me feel seen. Like he knows exactly what I need somehow. It’s unnerving.
Leaning into his warmth, I sigh and listen to his heartbeat while he holds me. My body curves into his perfectly, and I’m starting to wonder if loving our size difference is becoming a kink.
“How tall are you?” I finally ask.
It doesn’t matter. He’s tall. That’s all I know. But some strange little part of me wants a number.
“Six-four,” he answers as he peers down at me. “I bet you’re barely five foot.”
Glaring up at him playfully, I stick my tongue out. “I am five-one-and-a-half, thank you very much.”
Kian stares at me for a few seconds before his mouth curls into the most handsome smile I’ve ever seen. “You’re a brat, you know that?”
My eyebrows pinch as I let his words sink in.
Huh?
“You don’t agree?” he asks with a smirk.
Lips twitching, I dart my tongue out to wet them. “No, it’s just… I don’t think anyone has ever described me as a brat.”
His eyes glow as he studies my face in the silent way he always does. “Maybe you feel safe enough to be one around me.”
Maybe I do. Which scares the hell out of me. “Can I use the bathroom?”
Because I need a minute to panic about this, by myself.
“There’s one through there,” he says, pointing toward one of the exits of the lavish kitchen.
