Page 195 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Luna, this is not a punishment, but I will press the limits of your endurance.”
Music to my ears. “Test away, Daddio.” I couldn’t hold back the little smirk when his eyes rounded. I guessed he hadn’t expected my glib remark.
He reached around and squeezed the flesh of my bottom. “You like being cheeky.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Taming you will be so much fun.”
A frisson of nerves speared me, but those quickly settled in the wake of his twinkling eyes that held an excitement to match my own. His deep, growly voice echoed through my flesh, bringing on a bout of shivers.
“Are you going to obey me, Luna?”
I gulped. This suddenly felt very real, and I didn’t know if I was ready to completely obey anyone. I never had before and had been known mostly as a silly, disobedient young woman by my peers. I had purposely disobeyed many things growing up and had often fallen into trouble as a result. But that wasn’t who I was; he’d seen right through me before I’d been aware he existed. Maybe this was a chance to be who I truly was and let myself shine through my brattiness.
“I’ll do my best, Sir,” I said, and I meant it.
He searched my eyes a moment longer, stripping me bare of all my armor. “Over my lap, little one, it’s time for you to fly.”
If by flying, he meant more of what happened last night, then I was all in. He tipped me over his muscular thighs in one def movement. With my denim jeans serving as a frame for my bottom, I was left feeling vulnerable and unsure, and my hands flew back to cover myself before he’d even begun.
“Being naughty already, little one?”
How could I explain the vulnerability that showed up unannounced and waylaid me?
He sat me up on his lap. Unbidden tears escaped, tracking down my cheeks and dripping off my chin.
“Tell me what’s bothering you, Luna.”
“I don’t know!” I cried out.
He crushed me to his chest, rocking us from side to side. “If I use a thick baroque accent will that make you feel better?” He spoke in a low guttural language I didn’t recognize, except that he sounded like Jamie Fraser from Outlander and I really, really liked it.
I couldn’t hold back the giggles. “You’re full of surprises, Daddy.”
He released me from the tight embrace and pinned me with his gaze.
“You aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
“No. Definitely not. Honestly, life has been pretty nice since we met. I just felt vulnerable and that scared me.”
He appeared to ponder what I shared. “I think we need to feed you before we move on. Would you be more comfortable in your hotel room?”
Crap! Now I've gone and done it. I crossed my arms and pouted. It was my defense move, as well as me digging in my heels. “No. I said I felt vulnerable. Why are you turning this into something bigger than it is?” My voice had been slowly rising and despite knowing this, I was incapable of stopping myself.
Sliding off his lap and standing, I pulled up my pants. “This is stupid. I’m going home.” I only took one step before being stopped and tossed once more over Artair’s thighs.
“I see you need a lesson in how to speak honestly and calmly.”
His hand landed on my bottom with way more force than last night. I squealed in shock at the heat penetrating through my jeans. His hand was like a paddle, swatting my naughty bottom without mercy. I howled with each stroke, kicking my legs and fighting him.
“You’re mean!” I screamed.
“Actually, I’m quite reasonable," he responded calmly. He tugged my pants down to where they’d been before and stood up, placing my knees on the chaise lounge he’d just vacated, with my chest on the bed. “Stay,” he ordered.
I glared over my shoulder. “What if I don’t want to?” Why was I challenging this man and making it harder on myself? I’d never understood how I could suddenly lose my shit but here it was, rearing its ugly head once again, only this time with someone who meant business. There was no way in hell he was going to let me get away with the nonsense that others had overlooked in the past.
“But you do want it, lass, or you wouldn’t be acting like a little brat.”
