He snorts. “Each female gets a new set.”
That’s something, I guess.
He arches a brow at me. “Now. Or do I need to find another female?”
Fuck me. I hope the knights love me, because there’s no one else I would suffer this for. I drop the sword onto the bed and grab the garments. “Turn around,” I tell him. “I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”
He does as he’s told and tugs off his clothing. I rush to do the same, replacing my pretty white gown with the leather. I tuck the potion under my dress and discarded underwear, then put the pile under the pillow.
I spin around, ready to negotiate the restraints situation and blink at the sight of Poseidon on his hands and knees, wearing a black leash and matching mask with pointy ears. The mask covers his eyes and nose, but his mouth is free.
He licks his lips. “Are you going to punish me?” he asks eagerly.
What is happening? I glance around, waiting for someone to jump out and tell me I’m being pranked. When Poseidon whines low in his throat, my eyes jerk back to him. Nope, still here. No prank.
I can totally do this.
“Have you been a naughty boy?” I ask, testing if this is what he wants.
His penis enlarges. Oh Blazes, what have I gotten myself into?
“Yes, mistress, so bad. I need to be spanked.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, suddenly realizing why Gwyneth favors this quirk when dealing with me. I stride around him and over to the cabinet to grab a heavy paddle. My brow crumples as I notice one of the bulbous objects is missing. Where…?
I reluctantly spin around and wince at the shiny object winking at me from between his ass cheeks. My head drops back and I stare at the ceiling, wondering if it’s me that is being punished. The sword is shocked speechless. At least he’s no longer laughing.
Poseidon wiggles his butt in invitation. I need to find my inner—something. Smacking the paddle against my palm, I test its strength. My hand stings, but it’s manageable. I guess. I bring it down twice. His butt cheeks wobble, and he groans.
“Harder. I’ve been so, so bad.”
“What did you do?” I ask.
“I leered at Marie’s bosom when you weren’t around to give permission.”
The dude is an Idol, and I couldn’t give a crap about Marie or her bosom.
Smack. Smack.
“What else?” I snap.
“I cursed a school of clownfish because they looked too cheery.” I hit him a little harder for that one. Punishing happy creatures is not acceptable. I need to get him to ingest the potion so I can hurry and get back to my knights. This situation is scarring me. Perhaps we can find a witch to erase this from my memories.
Poseidon’s hand wraps around his dick, and he groans. I smack him several times.
“Who said you could touch yourself?”
“Sorry, mistress,” he drops his hands to the floor and hangs his head.
I grab his leash and lead him over to the edge of the bed. “Crawl onto the bed and get on your back.”
He does, and I marvel at having someone at my mercy. I get it, but it’s not for me. At least not the pain part.
I grab the potion bottle and drop the paddle. I refuse to sit on him, even if my floof is protected by tight leather right now.
“Open your mouth,” I command.
His mouth pops open, and he thrusts his pelvis into the air. See? If everyone just did as they were told, things would go so much easier.
