Page 17 of The Sicilian Princess
Smack!I squeaked from the assault on my person.
"Count, little thorn," Nick gruffly barked.
I could feel his precum leaking on the back of my legs as his erection bobbed up and down.
"One." I had seenFifty Shades of Grey, andI knew how this was supposed to go.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Two, three, four." My ass was on fire already. I didn't know if I would be able to handle any more of his punishment. An odd need bubbled up in my chest, but before I was able to analyze it, Nick was done rubbing and back to punishing me.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Five, six, seven, eight," I cried out. This was not sexy at all. No wonder Anastasia left Christian. I wanted to leave too.
"What are you being punished for, little thorn?" Nick's soothing voice grated on my nerves. How could he be so cool and collected when I was in agony?
"Drinking?" I said tartly.
Smack! Smack!
"Nine, ten." I reached behind my back to soothe myself, but Nick pinned my wrists above my head.
"What else? You know it wasn't about that, little thorn." If I didn't know better, I would say Nick sounded amused.
"Putting my health at risk," I grumbled.
Nick rubbed more soothing circles on my ass. "Do good little girls put their health at risk?"
My core clenched down when he said good little girls, and instinctively, I answered him with the first words that popped into my mind. "No, Daddy."
Nick's answering groan told me that my instincts were spot on.
"What should good little girls do?" His voice was deep and seductive. I was trying to rub my clit on the bed sheets. My body was on fire, and I wanted relief.
"Be safe and secure, Daddy." Again, I was just answering with what sounded right, but Nick's response was what really clued me in that I was spot on.
He paused in his rubs and flipped me over, staring deeply in my eyes, searching for something. I had a feeling this was a pivotal moment for both of us. Nick liked that I called him Daddy. There was probably more to it, but I liked pleasing him. I felt awful knowing he was upset with me.
"Do you understand?" Nick was saying to me.
"No, I don't." I wanted to be honest with him.
He looked in my eyes again, the silence growing. Whatever he was looking for, he must have found because he shook his head and started kneading my breasts. I moaned at his touch. He moved away and started running his hands up and down my body. It was sensual, the way he took the time to touch me everywhere.
"I am what some people would call a Daddy Dom. Do you know what that is, little thorn?"
I shook my head no. That wasn't covered in the only BDSM movie I had watched. After looking through what the internet had to say, that relationship wasn't even a true one.
"A Daddy Dom is a person who is dominant by nature but also caring. I want to care for you, and I want you to trust me enough to let me do it. Later, we can go over rules, but for now, do you want to be my baby girl?"
This question sounded so formal. He deserved a thought out answer. I wasn't going to bullshit this one. Not at all.
