Grabbing her jaw, I direct her eyes to mine. They're a lighter green than usual, with a hint of amber in them.
“Then I guess you'll be punished, won't you?”
I can see the war being waged in her mind. She’s inherently good, but the consequences that come from knowingly being bad are sometimes exactly what a lot of subs need, in order to free themselves of all that unnecessary weight they carry. Her constricted pupils and lack of direct eye contact tells me everything I need to know.
“Listen to me very closely, Bella. If you disobey me or decide to act like a brat… whatever the fuck you do, you will most certainly be punished. But I can assure you, no matter how bad you are, I'm not going anywhere. It won't make me stop caring for you or not want to be your Dom,” I reassure her. “If you want to be bad because you need the consequences you're still too afraid to ask for, then do it. I'll give you what you need.”
Her eyes widen and she releases a long, slow breath.
“You mean it?”
“I wouldn’t have said it, if I didn’t.”
“I don't know if I can do that. You’re not a fan of bratitude and I don't want you to feel that way about me. I'm not sure I could survive your disappointed face again.”
Fuck. What did I do to deserve her?
“Impossible. I may not be a fan of brats, but I’m a fan ofyouand it’s possible your brand of brattiness is the only kind I actually enjoy. I'll make it easier for you, if you'd like.” She nods and I place a gentle kiss on her forehead. If she needs me to hold her hand through this, I will, although I’m hopeful once she starts, she won't need it. “I’ll give you until the next time we’re at Gravity… not for work. You can be as bad as you want, as long as it doesn't cause you harm or put you in danger. You won’t necessarily know when it’s coming, but I promise I’ll give you plenty of time to rack up all kinds of punishments. And I'll graciously dish them out. How does that sound?”
She lets out a breath like she's been holding it for too long, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I can tell she wantsthis. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it, too. The thought of punishing her for her transgressions has me half hard already.
She slowly nods and I smile. She's adorable like this.
“I'm going to need you to use your words, sweet girl.”
Her neck and cheeks flush as she smirks. “Yes, Daddy. I'd like that.”
“That’s my girl. Your delayed consequences start now.” I can feel the goosebumps pop all over her supple skin as I will my hardening cock to stand down. I can’t fucking wait.
49
Arabella
I’ve made some mistakes, but they were never intentional and also before we were… us. Last time he was disappointed in me, it caused a churning in my gut that had me never wanting to hear it again. The thought of doing things I know would result in punishment has me feeling wet and needy, but I can’t dismiss the voice in the back of my mind, warning me against it. I don’t want this to be a temporary arrangement anymore. What if I push him too far and he changes his mind? I can’t stomach the thought of losing him.
Strong, toned arms wrap me from behind, pulling me tight as his lips find the curve of my neck. I’ve never been a big cuddler, but I could live the rest of my life being his little spoon.
“I’m excited to see how bad you’re going to be.” Kiss.
“I also can’t wait to punish you for it.” Kiss.
“Let’s shower and get ready for work.” Kiss.
I swear I feel his hard cock poking me in the back but he pulls away and I sigh from the loss of his warmth.
“What time is it?” My eyes fly wide open as panic fills me and I sit straight up in the bed. “I’m supposed to meet up with Axel to figure out what we’re doing for Mom’s birthday.”
“Relax baby, it’s only noon. You have plenty of time,” he assures me. “Why don’t you just talk to him at work?”
My brows pinch as his question. “I really don’t want to be near my brother inside a BDSM club. Why would I do that?” Ew, no.
“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe because you both work there?”
“What–” My mind is swirling at the thought of my brother even knowing about a kink club, let alone also knowing I work in one.
“He's been our tech security guy since shortly after we ran into each other, give or take. He’s fucking good too.” He’s already in the en suite bathroom starting up the shower, but the nonchalance in his voice is grating on my nerves. Like it’s no big deal. “It’s not a big deal.” My head falls forward into my hands at his casual tone.
“I had no idea,” I sigh as I grab my phone to shoot off a text.
