Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“Thanks, sweetheart, but I’m just going to pile them in the sink for tonight. I’ll wash them tomorrow. You and I have a date with my new strap.”
She gulped and her knees suddenly felt weak. “Oh, um, maybe… have you considered maybe that we could skip it?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, but—Ack!” Suddenly she found herself being lifted off her feet and dumped over his shoulder. Her legs kicked up in surprise, but he snagged them, trapping them in place while his other hand came down with a few hard swats. “Carter!”
“I believe the word you’re looking for is ‘Daddy’,” he said, landing another swat across her wiggling backside.
“Daddy! Put me down! I can walk,” she insisted. Her clenched fists thumped against his back in demand, as he carried her out of the kitchen.
He retaliated with more spanks, a whole bunch of them. “I thought being grabbed and spanked was hot?” His tone was mild and amused.
It…was. It was really hot, but she wasn’t going to admit that. “I was wrong.”
“Oh, well. Too late now,” he said, laughing as he dumped her on the bed. “Daddy has new rules for you, Allegra. The first one, obviously, is that you’re going to call me Daddy whenever you’re in trouble, or we’re having a scene—hell, let’s just make it Daddy whenever no one else is around. Got it?”
She narrowed her eyes, huffing and trying to pretend she didn’t absolutely love the idea.
He sighed. “Stubborn girl. Have it your way.” He flipped her over on her belly, dragged her pajama bottoms down, and spanked her bare ass a dozen times.
Allegra was squealing and trying to crawl away by the time he stopped. “Okay! Okay, I’ll call you Daddy!” she promised, as if that wasn’t exactly what she wanted anyway.
“Good girl. Next rule, any time you are frustrated or upset, or struggling … you come to me. A Daddy’s job is to help. Are we clear?”
She hesitated, but as soon as his hand went up, she blurted, “I will, Daddy!” Even as she said it, she knew it was a rule she was going to end up breaking. But she’d at least try.
“Excellent. Third rule…”
He didn’t continue, and she looked over her shoulder full of curiosity. “Third rule?” she asked finally.
The way his lips tilted at one corner and his eyes sparkled made it clear that he was drawing out the silence on purpose. “Third rule is that if you break the rule about asking for help, you don’t get to come for a whole twenty-four hours. Today counts.”
Her mouth dropped open. “But … but that’s so mean!”
To be fair, Carter liked to keep punishment separate from fun, and that meant he rarely allowed things to get sexy after she’d been punished for something important. But later that night, or early in the morning, they usually found themselves making up for lost time. The throbbing heat in her ass was a huge turn on once the pain died down a little. Losing that was going to make being in trouble all the more miserable.
“Oh, I’m not done yet.”
His smirk turned into a self-satisfied smile and she swallowed hard. This is going to suck.
“See, it’s not exactly fair for Daddy to be punished too. I mean if you do something wrong, why should I suffer?”
She knew exactly where this was going and… damn if it wasn’t hot as hell. Still, she couldn’t help saying, “Marriage is about sharing the joy and suffering. I think it was in our vows.”
“It wasn’t,” he assured her with a low chuckle. “This suffering will be yours alone, sweetheart. You don’t get to come, but you do get to please Daddy with the hole of his choice.”
While she was left flushed and speechless, he added, “And if you come while doing it … well, that will be a whole new thing to punish you for, I guess.”
A strangled gargling sound emerged from her open mouth as she stared at him, wide-eyed. Her clit was already pulsing demandingly, and she could feel arousal trickling down her inner thighs. He was turning her on deliberately, while telling her she wouldn’t get any satisfaction from it.
It was diabolical. It was cruel. It was… obscenely exciting. She was in love with this new dynamic already.
“Ready for the strap now?” He didn’t wait for her to respond, but moved over and grabbed it off the dresser.
Her eyes were drawn to it immediately. “I really don’t like that thing,” she muttered.
One eyebrow went up. “You haven’t even felt it yet.”
“I don’t have to. I can tell.”
His face twitched. “I expect you’re right, but that just makes it great for discipline.”
She sighed and started to push herself up to her knees, assuming he’d want her in the usual position for the trauma he was about to inflict on her butt. But as she came up, he patted her backside saying, “Up off the bed, Allegra.”