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“That’s fine with me.”
“When you signed the contract, I was very specific that you were agreeing to my discipline. That’s a non-negotiable for me.”
“So, you’re going to spank me? For what? I almost got kidnapped.”
“You did, but you’re fine, and you’re relaxed and safe. You’re going to accept my discipline for not telling Daddy and the people he works for the whole truth as you know it about what’s going on. Then when your gorgeous ass has a nice pink tint to it, you’re going to curl up in Daddy’s lap and tell him everything. Do you understand?”
Alicia had never thought of a spanking as something that would turn her on or that she would agree to, especially given her past relationship with Ewan, but she had been afraid of Ewan. She wasn’t afraid of Brock, and the guys at Cerberus needed to understand, so that when she left, they would know it was her not them. And Brock was owed the right to discipline her even if he never made love to her. At least they’d have this moment in time—however brief it might prove to be.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He extended his hand to her and guided her over his lap.
Alicia stared at the floor while the grandfather clock by the fireplace ticked the minutes away. She was laid out over his thighs as he raised the t-shirt up to her shoulders, baring her ass for him. He rubbed his hand over her rounded globes.
“So pretty,” he murmured.
His cock was hard and throbbed against her belly. His fingertips traced lazy circles across her ass, encouraging her to relax and accept. His one hand left her backside as the other one wrapped around her waist, securing her in place. Holy shit. She was about to get spanked. That big, rough hand was about to light up her backside.
Her entire body went on high alert not knowing what to expect. And then it knew. The sound of his hand smacking her ass came just before the sting of pain and flare of arousal that accompanied it. Tears formed within her closed eyes.
“You’ve been withholding the truth, baby girl. That’s not good for you or for us. This spanking will settle things between us for your past transgressions.”
Another slap of her buttocks cracked across the other cheek. He smacked her a third time, igniting a sweet, lingering burn all along her skin and thrumming through her veins. If Brock could do this to other women, she could understand why they adored him.
Another set of harsh smacks to her backside sparked more pain than sting as he continued to give her the discipline he thought she was due, and somehow she trusted him to do just that. She had to admit, those at Cerberus had deserved better than lies and deceit from her. Tears welled and then began to fall as over and over he laid into her ass.
She lost count of the number of times he spanked her. She didn’t care. The tears that were now falling freely were a release—not just for today or not being completely honest with him, but from all the pain and horror of her life before Cerberus. The fear that had been her constant companion for the last number of years began to dissipate completely as Brock disciplined her.
Finally, his hand stilled and lightly rubbed her stinging backside. God, that had hurt, but she was so incredibly relaxed. Her body sagged and her legs parted ever so slightly of their own accord. Her backside felt hot, and she was pretty sure it was a bright pink, if not red. There were other parts of her nether region that were not only heated and red; they were wet as well.
Biting back a sound that was half-cry and half-moan, Alicia sighed as he ran his finger down the seam of her ass, past her puckered entrance and down to that soft, wet place made just for the hard length that pressed against her.
Brock turned her over, drawing her up so that she was sitting in his lap. The scratchy denim of his jeans against her softness was not something she’d ever experienced. He trailed his fingers up her inner thigh from her knee. He cradled her against his chest as he lazily caressed her thighs.
“Daddy went easy on you this time as he knows you’re not used to being disciplined, but if I have to discipline you for withholding vital information or outright lying to me again, I’ll blister your backside, and sitting comfortably will be a thing of the past. Clear?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” It amazed her how two little words could make her feel warm all over.
“Can I get some Tylenol or something? My head hurts.”
“Let me call the doctor and see if that’s okay.”
“Brock, I can decide whether or not I need to see or talk to a doctor.”
He kissed the side of her head. “And Daddy can decide whether or not you need to go back over his knee.”
When she said nothing, he went to retrieve his phone. There was a part of her that wanted to protest, but her aching backside reminded her the man had a wicked hand when he wanted to use it. She could hear him talking to someone on the phone, and then he came back with water and a bottle of Tylenol.
As lovely as the buzz was from Brock spanking her, which had come as a total shock, reality was starting to rear its very ugly head. At the Pier she had tried to dissuade them from calling the police, but they had. Although that probably didn’t matter. After all, she was sure the attack at Navy Pier wasn’t random—either it had been Ewan, or it had been someone he hired. She hadn’t gotten a good look at her attacker, so she couldn’t say for sure.
As lovely as being here was and as safe as Brock made her feel, perhaps it was time to move on. But moving on might have to wait until tomorrow. When he’d rejoined her on the couch, he’d arranged their bodies so she was using him as a pillow. For a man full of muscles and hard planes, he was surprisingly comfortable.
His phone buzzed, and Brock leaned forward to answer it.
“Brock?” Seth’s voice came over the phone. “Where are you?”
