Page 119 of Big Daddy Christmas
Master O raised a dark brow in response. “Because you aren’t in charge here. You may be a princess, but I am a king, and you will do as you’re told or I will punish you.”
Humiliation slithered over her skin, leaving her burning in its wake. But not in a way that made her want to gather her clothes and storm out, telling him what an arrogant asshole he was even if part of her was convinced that was exactly what she should do.
No, this version of humiliation had her pussy clenching, desperate for the feel of him inside her.
What the hell was that all about?
Tucking her panties into his pocket—which led to more of that confusing as fuck humiliation spreading through her body—he cocked his brow even higher. “I’m starting to think you’d be more interested in some impact play than the scene I laid out for you, princess. Which I’m happy to oblige if getting your bottom spanked red is your preference.”
Fuck if there wasn’t a part of her that actually really did want to know what that was like. But she wanted the orgasms more, and she really, really wanted him to fuck her, so she strode over to the bed and stretched out on her back, her chin tilted up to remind him that just because she was doing as he’d asked didn’t mean she’d been cowed.
“Good girl.” His praise, like the humiliation, washed over her, making her clit throb with need as he moved to the armoire and pulled out two plain white boxes. Setting the smaller of the two boxes on the table beside the bed, he opened the longer box and pulled out a pair of gorgeous maroon cuffs attached to each other with a rose gold chain.
Kneeling on the bed, he straddled her stomach, pinning her beneath him as he wrapped the smooth leather around one wrist. “Yellow or red will let me know if the cuffs are too tight. Yellow if you’re just uncomfortable, red if you’re actually hurt or they’re cutting off your circulation. They shouldn’t but just to be safe.”
“Yes, Sir.”
With one wrist wrapped in soft leather, he moved on to the next arm. And when both were bound, he hooked the chain through a metal ring above her head. She gave her arms a few experimental tugs, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest when she realized how truly trapped she was.
“Color, princess.”
Other than the mild panic wrapping around her throat, she was fine. And that little bit of panic was probably normal, right? It was an entirely human reaction to freak out a bit when you found yourself tied to a bed at the complete and utter mercy of a man you’d only just met.
“Green, Sir.”
Leaning over her, he locked that unnerving emerald gaze on her. “Entirely green? Not even a hint of yellow?”
Her natural inclination was toward flippant, sarcastic remarks. It was how she’d handled pretty much every uncomfortable situation in her life, including her own father’s wedding.
But there was just something about Master O, the way he looked at her, into her, as if he could see into the deepest parts of her soul that had the glib retort dying on her tongue.
“Maybe a tiny bit yellow. But it’s fine, really. Just a little freaked out about not being able to escape.”
“Understandable. If you’d be more comfortable, we could start with some honor bondage.”
“Honor bondage?”
“Yes. It’s where I unstrap you, but you have to keep your arms and legs where I’ve put them. You’ll be able to escape if you feel the need, but it’s more of a mindfuck.”
“What happens if I don’t stay in place?”
“Ah.” Wicked and sharp, his smile flashed, and everything in her trembled. “Then I get to punish you.”
It was then, with the promise of pain glittering in his eyes, that she realized that she wasn’t half as brave as she liked to think. “I think I’ll keep the restraints, thanks.”
“All right. But if you need out, just say red and I’ll release you immediately.” Reaching for her, he cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheekbone in a move so unbearably intimate it nearly made her weep. “You can trust me, princess.”
“I do.” Maybe it was stupid, and reckless, and maybe her father would lose his absolute shit if he ever found out. But she’d never trusted anybody the way she did the man kneeling over her right now. “I trust you.”
“Good. I’m going to put the clamps on you now. It’s going to hurt, a lot, and they’ll hurt even more when I take them off. But I’ll make sure you get plenty of pleasure to balance out the pain. Sound good?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
For whatever reason, he felt more like Daddy just then, soothing her fears, talking her through everything that came next. And when she watched that same emotion from earlier flash in his eyes, she knew she’d made the right call switching up his honorifics.
“Good girl.” Leaning over, he picked up the smaller of the two white boxes. Like the one that had held the cuffs, it was nondescript enough that it could have held anything, but it was the glimmer in his eye that gave him away. Fear ran icy fingers up her spine, and she had to swallow hard against the urge to whimper.
He was going to hurt her. And he was going to enjoy it.
