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Aria stared in wonder at what she suspected was a rare glimpse of unrestrained happiness from the normally reticent man. She never expected that he had such a rich, full-bodied laugh. Something about seeing the walls come down and this vibrant side emerge stirred unexpected emotions within her. There was a charm and magnetism to him in that moment that caught her unawares. His laughter opened up a window into the warm, charming person hiding behind the austere exterior. Hearing such unrestrained joy come from him made her heart flutter in a way she tried her best to ignore. It was inappropriate at best since her mission was to make sure he never laughed again.
“We’re not monsters, little one,” he said with a final chuckle.
“Well, you are, especially you,” she defended herself as she pointed to Kevin when their laughter drifted off.
“You’re wrong, little one. Yes, we’re strict, but it’s in our nature to be disciplinarians determined to ensure our baby girl is behaving appropriately.”
“By appropriately, you mean whatever you order,” she mumbled under her breath. His smile warned her he had heard what she said.
“Only within the parameters of our relationship. Apart from that, we are human beings first and foremost. Normal people who are kind, loving, affectionate, concerned, strong, and protective. Within our relationship, all discipline will be administered in a domestic scenario.” His grin widened at the frown marring her brow, a clear indication of what she thought of being disciplined. “Except if you’d rather we are stricter and use the recalcitrant brat punishment.”
“What’s the difference?” Aria cursed the question falling from her lips. She had no intention of accommodating their belief that she was already their baby girl. She wasn’t... not yet, and definitely not before she was good and ready.
“In a domestic scenario, I would always be there to comfort you after Kevin dished out the punishment,” Keith said succinctly. “Brat punishment is more severe and would often be administered by both of us with no to little comfort afterward. You would be left to ponder your actions for much longer than the first.”
“Let’s get this over with, then we can discuss your forwardness in trespassing on our land.” Kevin snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor next to his chair. “Get over here.”
Aria remained rooted to the spot. She clutched her fingers behind her back, doing her best not to bite into her lip. She hated that, with one look, the Daddy Dom had the ability to rob her of all assertiveness and confidence. Feeling brittle, she was ready to turn tail and run.
After the auction night, she believed she knew what the glow in his eyes meant. Although, where she had no choice but to comply then, now, she didn’t know whether she should be concerned or give in to the brat bristling to sass him. Choosing rather to be safe than sorry, she kept her lips pressed together, especially since his eyes conveyed expectancy or daring... she wasn’t sure which.
“Why?” As a submissive, she knew this wasn’t the expected response. She was supposed to immediately comply, but they were in her house, and this wasn’t a club scene. There was no way she was going to fall at his feet in complete subjugation purely because he snapped his fingers.
“That’s the wrong response, Ms. Harper. After the auction night, I would’ve assumed you knew better.”
“Indeed, I do, but this isn’t Club Rogue, and we’re not in a scene.” Suddenly, the skin across her bottom felt like it was crawling. Hundreds of prickles of electric alarm tingled as his eyebrows drew into a straight line.
“You ran away from us, which was the one thing you promised not to do when committing to the scene by accepting us as the lot winners in the auction. For that, you are to be punished. You know that as well as I do. Fair warning, Babygirl, I’m not prone to chasing after a sub.” The crack of his fingers snapping echoed through her mind as he pointed to the floor again. “If I do, believe me, instead of just a warm, stinging ass for the night, you won’t be able to sit normally for a week.”
The prickles of dread exploded into sparks of erotic expectation.
Where the devil did that come from? I hate being spanked or whipped!
Maybe you did in the past, but that was before you experienced the total euphoria these two Daddy Doms awakened when they whipped you.
That was the last thing Aria wanted to be reminded of. Why didn’t her inner voice prompt her about her mission instead... that she should be concentrating on the hatred that burned like a constant ember inside her?
Yeah, I would... if that ember was hate. After the auction night, I’m a tad confused as to what is keeping the blaze alight.
“What are you going to do?” She gestured around. “I don’t have any floggers in the house.”
“Oh, there are many other options, little one. For example, my belt, a curtain tieback, a wooden spoon from the kitchen, that leather bookmark on your desk... too many to name. However, I’m not interested in any of those. We’re going old school, and I’m going to use my bare hand. One last time. Come over here, Ms. Harper, and accept your spanking like the good little girl you are.”
Aria was still trying to quiet her battering heart when she found herself standing beside his chair. Her body was shaking, and her knees felt like they were made of rubber. Through it all, her buttocks were clenched so tight, she wouldn’t be surprised if a tennis ball bounced off of them. The thought of his hand connecting with the softness of her behind brought visions to mind that had everything to do with lust and sex and nothing with punishment and pain.
