Page 17 of Her Dream Mafia Daddy

“You are an insufferable, bossy butthead!” She threw the reins in Murphy’s hand and stomped off towards the house, but not before she heard Murphy say, “You’re going to have your hands full with that one. She’s feisty.” Her fists were clinched by her side, and her stomps grew heavier and louder as she made it to the house and into the kitchen.

Taking a breath, she addressed her new Auntie Freya, “Could you please point me in the direction of my new prison? I mean room.”

Raising a brow, Freya replied, “Little girl, you will mind your attitude or you can feel my spoon.”

She mumbled an apology, which seemed to, at least temporarily, placate her Auntie.

“Kiera, please show her to the pink room. You and your Daddy are staying in the purple room. You two need to shower, put on clean clothes, and then come up here for dinner.”

“I’m going to skip dinner, thanks. Kiera, lead the way.”

“I don’t think they’re going to allow you to skip dinner. But let’s go before you get yourself another spanking. Auntie Freya has on her spanking face and that’s never a good sign.” Kiera grabbed her hand and hauled her out of there. She really needed to keep a check on her mouth or she would never sit right again. Eamon just made her so mad!

“I know. I’m just pissed the fuck off right now and have no way of getting out my feelings. My brain is all jumbled up, and I don’t like it. I don’t like being told what to do. I’m an adult who can take care of herself. I don’t need a bunch of bossy buttheads to tell me what to do.”

“I know it seems like they’re being overbearing, but they really do just want to keep us safe. Eamon especially. He doesn’t harm women or children. In fact, I overheard them talking once about taking down a human trafficking ring. They may do illegal stuff that I know nothing about, but I also know that deep down, they’re really good men.” Kiera squeezed her hand.

“Whatever. I mean, I’m glad they do that, but it doesn’t change how I feel about him. Uncle Liam is at least nice to me, but Eamon can get fucked for all I care.”

“You better not let them hear you talking like that or you’re gonna eat soap and get another spanking.” Kiera shook her head. “Well, this is your room. We are staying a couple of rooms down from you. So if you need anything, we’re close.”

“Thanks, Kiera.” She didn’t know how to process her feelings and just wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. She paused in the doorway, taking in the beauty of this room. It was fit for a princess. A large platform bed sat in the corner with a canopy over it. There was a dresser with a TV on it, a table and chairs with craft supplies in one corner, and two bookshelves filled with books. It was painted cream, with pink bedding and accents all over the room. There was even a tiara sitting on the dresser. This room had to belong to someone else. She didn’t know why that made her sad, but she suddenly felt like crying.

She went to the ensuite bathroom and gasped. It was gorgeous. There were huge windows that had the most beautiful view of the fields. She could see Ghost and Avalanche and the rest of the horses in the field grazing. There was a massive shower and a soaking tub with jets. She couldn’t wait to take a bubble bath in that thing.

Sighing, she turned on the shower and got undressed. She stared at herself in the mirror. Rubbing her hands down her soft belly, she turned to look at her bottom. There were faint switch lines, but nothing that would have indicated they had spanked her three times in one day. She was sore, but it was nothing she couldn’t handle. She turned back around and took herself in. She sucked in her stomach, seeing how skinny she could make herself, and then huffed at herself for being ridiculous. She was who she was, and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought of her.

With that thought, she showered off her day, taking her sweet time to shave her legs. The hot water felt glorious on her sore muscles. It had been so long since she had ridden that she used muscles she didn’t know she had. She was going to be sore for several days to come, but it had been worth it to be on a horse again.

When she came out of the room, she found her cell phone sitting on the bed. She picked it up and immediately called Damian.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you?” Damian’s voice was enough to break the dam and she sobbed. “Hey, hey, Daphne. Take a breath. You’re ok. Talk to me.”

“I’m just s-so overwhelmed. And I m-miss you s-so much.” She was hiccup sobbing at this point.

“You’re safe there. I promise. I wouldn’t have left you there if I didn’t know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are safe with Eamon.”

“He’s a jerk face and I hate him.” She sounded pouty, even to herself.

“Do you hate him because he’s done something wrong or because he whipped your ass for calling him a bastard?”

“That WAS wrong, Damian! I told him he wasn’t allowed to spank me and he did it anyway. It’s breaking consent. And isn’t consent a thing here?”

“Yes, consent is a thing. But you have consensual non-consent with Uncle Liam and I gave him my blessing as your older brother. You deserved every lick you got, and I’m sure even more than he gave you.” It was true, she couldn’t deny. CNC was very much a part of her dynamic with Liam and she loved having that with him but she trusted him. She did not trust Eamon and consent was built around trust.

“Yeah, well, it’s dumb and he shouldn’t have done it.” She was pissed.

“You’re right.”

“I am? I mean, of course I am. I don’t even know him. I didn’t know you were really friends until now. Why did you hide that from me?” Her voice quivered.

“I’m sorry. I was trying to protect you from his world. He’s mafia, and I never wanted that world to touch you. He wanted me to join, but I refused. I have done consulting work with him but never actually joined the mafia.” Damian sounded regretful, but it didn’t explain anything.

“I guess I can accept that, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. And I know that Uncle Liam and I have a CNC relationship and you are in charge of me in a lot of ways, but I still didn’t like him spanking me.”

“I understand that, and I will talk to him. You need to trust him more before he can spank you. I get that. I’m sorry. Even the bossy types make mistakes. Forgive me, squirt?”

“Of course I forgive you. It’s him I don’t.” She was swinging her legs back and forth, hitting her feet against the bed.