Page 94 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

“Apologise.”

I couldn’t tell if he was angry or worried. Either way, I couldn’t bring myself to spit out an apology. Not to that guy. He didn’t deserve shit from me.

“This is not the time to test me,Gattina.”

Something about the way his uncle was watching us led me to believe that I wasn’t the only one under scrutiny. That didn’t mean I would give in. Even obedient girls had a breaking point.

Staring directly into Gio’s blazing green orbs, I stood my ground and tightly clamped my lips shut.

Next thing I knew, I was ripped out of my chair and tossed over his lap.

I squealed and spat out a, “what…” before his palm cracked off my ass, cutting me off.

This wasn’t like the other times Gio had spanked me. This was hard, mean and felt almost urgent. Each swat he gave me landed harder than the one before it. Again, and again, and again, his hand came down.

It was humiliating, and not because of what he was doing, but because that thing in my butt vibrated each of his hits through my pussy. My ass was on fire, and mortification warmed my chest while the coil of tension in my core wound tighter. It was a very confusing concoction.

I heard Atlee chuckle while someone else said, “Cesare, you didn’t tell me this was dinner and a show.”

Thankfully, my humiliation didn’t last long. I got maybe ten smacks before Gio lifted me up to sit on his lap.

“Now apologize.” He once again ordered.

If his hand didn’t slip under the slit in my dress and graze up my thigh, I might’ve refused. The threat of his fingers inches away from my pussy was enough to make me huff out, “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.” Gio said and kissed my cheek.

Oof, that hurt. Especially when his uncle grinned back at me.

“Look at that.” He picked up his glass of wine and tipped it my way. “You might make a good wife after all.”

Oh, fuck him.

I wanted to push Gio’s hand up a little higher while simultaneously jumping across the table to smash my plate on the side of his uncle’s head. I did neither of course. I just sat there and stewed in my angry desire.

“That’s it?” Blue eyes chimed in. “That was barely a spanking. I bet her ass isn’t even red.”

Well, I officially hated that guy.

“Don’t,” Gio warned when I opened my mouth. “Or Ronan will get the show he wants.”

Ugh, this dinner sucked.

“Fine.” I huffed. “Am I allowed to go to the bathroom,sir.”

Sarcastic or not, Gio seemed to like my use of the word sir.

“I suppose.” He sang, then added in a hushed voice, “don’t even think about taking that plug out of your ass.”

There went that plan. At least I’d be able to escape this room of assholes for a few minutes. Without another word, I got up and walked out of the room.

It probably would’ve been a good idea to ask for directions before leaving, but I managed to find a bathroom. It took me ten minutes, but I still found it. Once I was safely behind a closeddoor, I let out a long breath and took a minute to collect my thoughts.

I’d met some assholes in my life but Gio’s uncle beat them all. God I hated him. I think I hated him more than I did Gio, and that was saying a lot. How was I supposed to make it through the rest of dinner while seeing his smug face?

“You made quite the spectacle of yourself.”

I had an idea of who was talking before I looked up to see Carissa walking through the door.

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