“Daddy, I really need a spanking. A hard one.” I’ve read enough BDSM books in my adult life to know that I have certain kinks. Not enough to want to immerse myself in the lifestyle, but certain aspects call to me.
When Vito pulls back, he’s unreadable as he grabs my hand and drags me up from the bed. Following behind him, he opens the double closet doors to reveal a spanking bench in the middle of the room.
Thick cushioned leather covers the main part of the apparatus, with a spot to rest the top part of my body, so I don’t fall over on my face. But then I notice the matching straps on the legs, which will hold my legs open and in place, and another set at the top part of the bench for my arms.
My heart hammers in my chest as he ushers me closer with a hand on my back until the tops of my thighs hit the leather and he bends me over. “Daddy?” I realize what I said, but man, this is intimidating.
Vito ignores me as he positions my body how he wants me. Strapping each ankle in place, then moving around to grab my wrists and drag me down to tie them too. Satisfied with his handiwork, he opens a drawer in a cabinet against the wall and takes out a bottle of oil, a silk tie, and a scrunchy.
“Fucking beautiful like this. You know that?” Whimpering, a chill works up my spine as he ties my hair up gently before blindfolding me. “I promise you’re going to enjoy this, sugar.” I don’t say anything as he rustles around the room.
Hearing him pop the top of the oil and the sound of it hitting his palm, he lathers his hands together, hopefully to warm it up. When he finally touches me, I press into the hands on my back, loving how gentle but firm they are.
Apprehension evaporates as he massages my body, working me into a relaxed state until he’s behind me, and I recognize that this is when the spanking will commence. I thought I was prepared, but I’m not.
His hand comes down, not too hard but enough for me to hear it before feeling the sting. He doesn’t soothe me this time; instead, he pelts smaller slaps around both ass cheeks until he’s pinkened every inch.
When he caresses down to the tops of my thighs and hits my pussy lips with his fingertips, the pain begins settling in, but not enough for me to ask him to stop.
It’s hypnotizing and licentious. Addicting. Never knowing where he’s going to touch me next, but giving me everything I need without having to ask for it. I’m lost in the exhilaration, the magic of his hand delivering painful yet erotic sensations to every inch of my body.
“Sugar?” His hot breath in my ear and caring voice bring me back from the brink. “You with me?”
Feeling his finger swipe across my cheek, I realize I’ve been crying. “It was wonderful. There was a peacefulness to it.” Smiling as he removes the blindfold, I notice concern in his eyes.
“I stopped a few minutes ago. Couldn’t get your attention.” Brushing his lips across my forehead, he unties my hands and massages my shoulders before helping me up. It’s then that I realize he’s already released my legs. “You sure were beautiful.”
Spinning me around, he wraps me in his arms and steadies me on my feet, taking my mouth in the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had. He makes love to me with his tongue and pours everything he’s feeling into it, and I can only hope he knows I feel the same.
Vito is not the man I thought he would be; he’s so much more, and as he sips at my lips, tilting my head just as he likes, I realize I love this man with my entire heart and soul. Giving myself to him is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and I recognize that we don’t know each other very well right now, but we have so much time. So many opportunities to explore who we are and what we want from life together.
“Daddy,” I whisper into his lips; he hums in response. “Thank you. I’ve never felt like that before.”
Our eyes meet, and he softens before saying, “You scared the devil out of me, but fuck was it an honor to send you into subspace, and I can’t wait to do it again.”
He kisses me, then leads me to the bathroom where he runs me a bath to soak in while he makes breakfast—pancakes, fresh fruit, bacon, and whipping cream, with a fresh pot of coffee.
If not for the memories of the shooting, I think I would be in heaven right now.
CHAPTER 12
Vito
“You’re sure about this?” I keep my voice low while Stella splashes in the water on this sunny morning, her fear about to come to an end tonight.
“Yeah, man. Got a confession from Reggie and everything. I’ll hand him over to the police in a few days. For now, he’s right at home in the dungeon.” Bishop’s tone holds a hint of glee he just can’t mask. Thank god that he’s normally kept away from the general public. “A messenger is delivering the address to you this afternoon.”
“A messenger?” My brows rise in question even though he can’t see me.
“Didn’t think it was wise to leave a trail. I’ve got to go. If you need help, give me a call.” He’s gone before I can thank him.
For five days, Stella has been living with me. She’s chaotic, impulsive, and every fucking morning, she’s out of bed before me. I dislike that most. I prefer her right where I can fuck her as soon as my eyes open.
The thing about Stella, though, is that she hates sitting around. Which is sort of what I’ve made her do since the shooting. Martha, Chet, and Tanner have been released from the hospital, but Blue Heights won’t open for a while longer still. The funerals for Leslie and Taylor were yesterday. Stella and Karma stayed by their gravesides for hours, crying and holding each other while I kept watch to make sure they were given the peace they deserved.
While I didn’t know the two women well, I’d gotten to enjoy their camaraderie over the months of Stella avoiding me. They were good girls who deserved longer lives. Witnessing my sweet sugar mourn her friends and carry that sadness home to live with has been hard. I spent most of the night soothing her pain as she cried and screamed about the loss.
She woke up this morning with a renewed light in her eyes. After we fucked relentlessly in the shower, she made me promise not to let her dwell in her grief and instead, inspire her to remember their light. Her solution for that was sex on every surface, begging me to breed her every chance she could. The filthy things flowing from her mouth when I’m balls deep inside her pussy should be criminal. She matches me in the purest ways possible.
