I hum. “Lying, even by omission or denial, would get my Boys punished… I wonder how Jayden feels about it…” The way Ignacio flushes and squirms is entertaining, sparking pleasure in me, and making me wish my Bel Fiore would hurry the fuck up and get here already.
By the time Antonio walks into Hollis’s office to return the earpiece and bodycam, I’m keyed up and ready to drag him into the nearest empty room.
“Need anything more from me?” I ask Hollis.
“No. Joel is getting the nanny comfortable, and ready for the dads. I’ll let Carter know we have her, and they can decide what to do next.”
Putting a hand under his chin, I lift his face to mine and press a gentle kiss to his lips. When I pull away, Hollis smirks and signs, “Go punish your Boy. I have things under control.”
I grin. “That’s the plan.”
Holding my hand out, I pull Antonio close when he places his smaller one in mine. “Upstairs, Fiore. You and I need to have a talk.”
He shivers, looking up at me with wide, innocent chocolate eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
I love hearing that name on his lips, and I don’t hesitate to lean down and press my lips to his again. He stares up at medreamily when I pull away, making Hollis snort a laugh, but I ignore everyone else in favor of dragging my brat out of the office and up to our bedroom.
“I don’t know if I should lecture you or just beat you senseless, Bello,” I tell him once the door is firmly closed behind us.
His lips part. “The latter, please, Sir.”
“So cute you think your opinion matters. Undress and go stand in the corner.”
“Daddy! The corner is so boring,” he whines, his brat coming out to play.
“It’s called punishment, Sweetheart. Undress. I won’t ask again.”
He sighs and begins removing his clothes, dropping them onto the floor until he’s completely naked, before then folding each item one by one.
“The longer this takes, the longer you’ll be in the corner…” I warn.
His eyes widen and he picks up speed, making me smile. His hatred for the corner is amusing. The best part is that it’s a known fact, most, if not all, submissives hate the quiet time. That they make it so obvious means it’s an effective tool to have in our arsenal. As a Daddy…exploring new ways of how to use the corner is going to be fun. Not tonight, however. No, something much more straightforward, but equally as fulfilling, is on the agenda for tonight. My brat will both love and hate it.
Antonio stands in his corner, his nose all but touching the wall, with his hands behind his head. I wait for a few moments to see if he’s going to be a good boy, before moving to the closet and grabbing what I need.
Closing in on him, I smile when he visibly squirms, my proximity a beacon for him. Tsking, I adjust my stance and flick my wrist, smacking his ass with the narrow-tipped crop. It’s nothard enough for me to hear the stinging impact of the leather against his ass, but the way he bounces on his toes lets me know I hit the correct mark.
“Hold still, Bello. Every time you move, you’ll get smacked.” I hit him again to prove my point. “If you stay under five, I’ll let you come today… Stay under ten, and I’ll fuck you.”
“That’s unfair, Daddy.”
“No, Sweetheart, what’s unfair is you walking into a situation without proper preparation.”
His fingers twitch, as if he wants to bring his hands down, so I smack him for a third time, then a fourth when he tries to move away from the harder hit.
“You look so beautiful all red for me,” I tell him, admiring the color blooming across his flesh.
I allow a few minutes of silence to lapse between us, studying him as he holds so still for me that he barely breathes.
I love seeing him like this, at my mercy, conflicted as he tries to decide whether to be my brat or my good Boy. Both will get him what he wants…eventually, but one is far more straightforward and easier than the other.
Far more of my wants and desires are being drawn out by the Boy in front of me, making it exciting to keep up with him, and every day is something new, as I try to figure out which version of my Bel Fiore I’m going to get. It keeps things exciting for us both. Add in our Stars, and well, the four of us are perfectly matched.
The silence finally gets to be too much for him. “I saw an opportunity, Daddy. It was better to get her while we could, than wait and risk losing her. Keegan, Marcus, and Carter deserve their retribution.”
“That wasn’t your call to make, Bello. If I can’t trust you to follow orders and keep yourself safe, you won’t be allowed to go out into the field.”
He gasps and tries to turn to face me. Grabbing him roughly by the back of his neck, I force him face-first into the wall.
