“You are a bit of a cocktease.”
I nodded. “I’m reckless and impulsive and I can be mean and spiteful when I don’t get my way.” Most of my fights with Cedrych were regarding my bad behavior, as reported by theDaily Scrolls. I was painted exactly as the queen had characterized me, the guildless fae trash that Prince Cedrychhad been caught slumming it with. “I need to be reminded who I belong to. Whenever I’m acting up, I need a strong man to keep me in line. When Gunther and Dorth lay their hands on me–”
“Who are they?” Daddy interrupted with a sudden heat in his voice.
“Those two big, green ogres. One has a broken tusk.”
“I didn’t realize you were on a first-name basis with those two,” he said, somewhere between teasing and a growl.
I glanced back and wiggled my ass. “See, Daddy, that's what I mean. I need to be punished for my bad behavior.”
“This is discipline, darling, to remind you that you’re mine, and I’m invested in your success. Punishment is much worse. Safeword?” he said as he squeezed my ass, making my skin tingle with anticipation.
“Succotash.”
“Succotash,” he repeated. “Say it and I’ll stop. Now, what were you saying about Gunther and Dorth?”
“They say the nastiest things to me, Daddy. Things that I know would make youveryangry.” A night hadn’t gone by without them whispering all manner of depraved fantasies to me. I’d found it flattering, and how fucked up was that?
“What things?” Daddy asked.
“They want to shove both their cocks in me at once,” I said, for that seemed to be the overarching theme. I’d been with their type before, especially when I was younger and discovered I could make some decent coin by selling my bodyto rougher types, even more if I acted inexperienced and afraid. If they thought they’d hurt me, I could usually convince them to pay me extra just to soothe their guilt. But the problem with men like Gunther and Dorth, was that they loved to take, but they didn’t care enough to give anything back in return.
“Sounds like it might hurt,” he said as if imagining it.
“It does hurt. I’ve done it before.”
“Is that so?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Thwack.Daddy’s palm made contact with my ass cheek, centering my attention. The sting and resulting heat only fanned the flames of my desire. To be hurt, to be used, to have to earn the privilege of an orgasm by satisfying him first. Daddy's pleasure before mine. I needed that purpose. With my cock now standing at attention, I hummed and pushed my ass out for more.
“What else?” he said in his deep disciplinary voice.
“They asked me to come home with them,” I said and was rewarded with another solid thwack to my other cheek. My body sang, my blood flowed like a rushing river, and every hair on my body stood on end.
“And did you?”
“No, but I accidentally brushed up against Gunther’s erection the other night.”
Daddy smacked me twice more, lighting the apples of my ass cheeks on fire.
“Was it really an accident?” he asked.
I shrugged. “It’s hard to avoid it when the dance floor gets crowded. You remember that first night you saw me.”
He groaned, long and loud. “You were the prettiest, filthiest thing I’d ever seen.”
I preened at his praise. “I wanted to suck you off in the alleyway.”
“Yes, you made that pretty clear.”
“Why didn’t you let me?” I asked, feeling an echo of the rejection I’d felt then.
“Because you were drunk, and I knew you were trouble.”
He smacked me again and the hot sting only made me bolder. Every admission served to rid me of the clutter of my past. He was giving me the chance to confess and helping me restore balance to my spirit.
