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Now she is going to get what she’s been asking for.
I reach for my belt, slowly unbuckling it. Her eyes drop to my hands, then she swallows before her gaze finds mine again.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you asked for.” I barely recognize my own voice as I pull the belt free of the loops of my trousers.
“W-what’s that?”
“A spanking.”
Chapter 53
Emery
Derek looks mad. Like, really fucking mad. Furious, even.
Maybe I have bitten off a little more than I can chew.
My stomach drops to somewhere near my feet as I eye the way his belt is clutched between his hands. “I don’t remember asking for a spanking.”
“You did. And you taunted. If you’re going to act like a brat, you are going to be treated like a brat. If you’re going to speak with a filthy mouth, then you are going to have to deal with the consequences.” Derek’s eyes are pitch-black as he folds the belt over, creating a loop, his voice filled with a menace I have yet to hear from him. “Turn around and bend over the desk, Emery.”
Heat mixes with nerves in my stomach. Yep, definitely bit off more than I can chew. “N-no.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Turn around and bend over. Now.”
I shake my head but can’t form any words as cement fills my legs while my heart tries to escape my body. The edges of my vision start to blur as panic alarms ring inside my head.
“That isn’t a safe word,” he mocks, darkened eyes glimmering as he takes a step forward so that we almost touch.
His proximity forces me to look up, straining my neck, and I kind of wish I hadn’t.
I’ve never seen this version of Derek, not even when he had me strapped down to his spanking bench. And definitely not when he sat in the hotel armchair and watched his friends stretch my pussy wide enough to take two dicks.
This isn’t Daddy.
The menace radiating from him makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Jaw tight, pupils blown, with all expression wiped from his face. He looks like he wants to eat me or murder me—I’m not sure which. But I have definitely pushed too far.
Maybe an apology will work?
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean it, I promise to be good. I’ve missed you so much and you won’t tell me what’s going on. I just wanted to make sure you still care.” I lower my gaze from his as I whisper the words, terrified that additional volume will only anger the beast that sits just below his skin.
He laughs, but it isn’t an amused laugh. It’s dark and makes my stomach twist and my heart rate increase. “Baby, I care toofucking much. Now, either use your safe word and get the fuck out of my office, or turn around and put your hands on the goddamn desk and stick your pretty little ass out.”
I snap up to look at him again, mouth opening and closing before I finally find some words, even though my insides are threatening to shatter. “Are those my only choices?”
As Derek just stares at me, a sour feeling turns my stomach on itself.
I…
I actually don’t know what to do right now.
Is he going to hurt me? Like, actually hurt me, not like the pain that turns to pleasure? But the pain that stays as pain? Was I really bad enough to need that? I didn’t mean to take it this far. I just wanted a reaction from him.
But if my only options are to take the punishment or use my safe word and leave…I have to take the punishment, right? Because the last thing I want to do is leave.
This is what I came here for—not the punishment, but to form a connection with him again. And if this is how I’m going to get that back, then I have to follow the order.
