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I couldn’t tear my gaze from his profile and had whole-body tingles as he added, “The diamond ring on your finger is the least you deserve.” He took a narrow, black velvet box from the interior pocket of his sports coat. “This token is something I picked out for you myself. It’s my promise to shower you with affection and unwavering attention for the rest of your life.”
I bit my lip to stifle my outcry of delight and extended my hands for the present, saying, “You don’t have to pamper me with gifts—a hug and kind words are enough to show that you care.”
“That might be the case, but I want to give you this.” He opened the package, revealing the most sparkly strand of diamonds I’d ever seen. Bright flashes of light winked off the gems, creating tiny rainbows that danced around us.
Captivated, I reached for them.
Riley snatched up the length of glittering gemstones and held it above his head. A smirk curled the corners of his mouth. “Not so fast. I don’t think you’ve earned them yet.”
My hands slammed onto my hips. I huffed a gust of air and pouted. “That’s not fair! You don’t get to show me something so shiny and then yank it away!”
His tone had a rugged, husky quality that was both alluring and commanding. “Agreed. Provided that it’s the thing you have on. You were a bad girl torturing Daddy, and it’s time to pay the piper.”
He hesitated, and his eyes lingered on my slightly rounded belly where our baby was growing. “Remember what my buddy the MD said? It’s still okay to spank you so long as the swats aren’t anywhere near your stomach. Tell me your safe word before we go into the other room?”
My heart fluttered like a startled butterfly. “Free Bird. I remember. Should I be scared?”
He replied, “Not if you keep in mind something else: No more of this jackassery about polyamory. I own you.”
“You can’t own another person!” I said, stamping my foot. “You’re the worst!”
“I believe you mean the best, right?” He dangled the strand of glittering goodness over my head. “Clothes off, angel.”
Reluctantly, I obeyed, torn between being a brat and really, really wanting that bauble. I took my time raising my skirt, dragging the silky fabric up my legs while his smoldering gaze flicked over me like flames.
When at last I revealed my pretty silk undies, he attempted to drag them down, but I smacked his hands away. “Ah, ah, ah. Wait for it.” I admonished, kicking the garment from my ankles, turning around so that my bottom was to him, and bent over to pick it off the floor.
He made a starving sound in the back of his throat, and satisfaction pursed my mouth. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Daddy wants. Take that shirt off, too. Leave the panties on.”
My hands shook with need and with a swift tug, I pulled my blouse off and threw it onto the couch. I now stood before Riley, wearing only my bra and underwear. “Remove the bra,” he groaned. I fumbled with the hooks, tearing it away, freeing my peaked, aching nipples to his stare.
“Gorgeous,” his deep, gravelly voice had an irresistible charm that created an animal need in me. “Get over here,” he ordered.
I inched closer to him, my heart thumping wildly at the thought of what was about to happen. Riley looked me up and down, his gaze lingering on my breasts.
He made a come here motion with his index finger, then allowed his eyes to travel from my toes to the top of my head, resembling a hungry lion. My cheeks flushed as I inched closer, suddenly shy in front of my husband.
He clasped the diamond bracelet around my left wrist and carefully adjusted my body so I was splayed over his lap, tush up. He tore the silk away, exposing my backside. His hand smacked it lightly while the other secured me in place.
“Now you’re over Daddy’s knee, about to get your cute little bottom punished. Right where you belong. Spread those legs for me,” he hissed.
I shifted, my face hot at the strange thrill of eagerly obeying him. I braced myself, body tensed with anticipation of what was to come.
He hovered his hand above his head, then brought it down forcefully in a sharp slap. The sting of impact quickly passed, replaced by a wave of humiliation that cascaded through me with every thwack. Alternating shocks of embarrassment and pleasure swept through my body as he continued the pattern with measured strokes. His fingers occasionally caressed my flesh in between smacks, giving it a chance to cool before continuing with renewed vigor.
Suddenly, he paused.
“That was an extremely naughty thing to do—making me wait to decide you were mine. Wasn’t it?” he growled menacingly.
A wave of animal submission engulfed me and I felt a mix of shame, pleasure, and need. “Yes, Daddy,” I said softly, wanting more.
“What do I have to do when my little girl misbehaves?” he snarled.
“S-spank me?” I stuttered.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear. The deep, growling quality of his voice sent shivers down my spine. “That’s right. Daddy has to take her over his knee, pull down her panties, and smack her naughty, bare bottom till it’s nice and pink.”
I wriggled uncomfortably on his lap. “Don’t you think I’ve learned my lesson?”
