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“What is that?” I panted.
“Galangal,” Alex answered. “It is a root plant native to Tahiti, a little more peppery and slightly hotter than its American cousin, ginger, you would use in the States.”
“Ginger! My ass is the Sahara Desert at its peak,” I shrieked and then let loose a string of curses that would have made most people blush. But Alex’s eyes just got darker if that were possible.
“You see, my bratty girl, the ginger will build and burn you so fiercely that you will beg me to fuck you. While the cock that should be fucking you will only increase your frustration and desire. The only question now is how long will I leave you here?”
He was going to leave me here, tied and suffering? No!
“Alexander Savage, don’t you dare leave me like this.”
His eyes glittered dangerously. “I will leave you here like this, and you will learn your place.” He turned on his heel and left the room, closing the door behind him.
“Bastard!” I screamed at the closed door.
My face felt flushed.
“I see you’re remembering your lesson.” He smirked. “Do you also remember how hot and swollen your silky folds were? How the dildo never gave you satisfaction until I allowed it? Remember, I used the Lexan paddle on your reddened backside while I fucked your tight little hole with the root?”
My entire body responded to his dirty words.
“Yes, Daddy, I remember.”
He moved closer until his mouth was by my ear, his words coming in a low whisper. “I can still hear you begging for my cock, Antonia. But instead of giving you what you wanted so badly, I shortened the distance so the dildo would fully penetrate your dripping entrance.”
His tongue flicked my sensitive earlobe before he clamped down on it. “I lubed your tight rosette,” he said, releasing my lobe, “and sunk my cock deep inside your bottom. I’ll never forget your first double penetration and how hard you came.”
His breath tickled the flesh of my ear, and I couldn’t help the moan of need.
“That punishment will seem like a walk in the park by comparison to what happens today.”
I gulped.
“Let’s get started.”
Chapter 4
Alex
Iexpectedtocomehome and find her hung over and planned her punishment accordingly. But finding out from Dr. Jenkins how easily this scenario could have turned out differently changed everything. The Dom in me wanted to throttle her while the Daddy feared for her and wanted to wrap her in bubble wrap and keep her safe. I would bring her and us back into balance, but we needed to address her dangerous rebellion before moving on to the bubble-wrap stage.
The blood and wine on the bathroom floor spoke volumes, and I didn’t really need her to tell me anything. What we both needed, however, was for her to confess. For her, it was altruistic and allowed her to be cleansed from her deeds. For me, it was to hear her, to receive her confession, and administer what she so badly was asking for.
Twice in the past, Antonia had put herself in harm’s way. One time, unknowingly, and the second time, she did it on purpose, throwing a tantrum and running out the front door before I could grab a hold of her. When she’d returned from her little escapade, I spent an hour spanking her backside with a heavy wooden spoon over a kitchen stool.
With both events, she had seen the recklessness in her actions and had readily admitted to such during and after her punishment. Today was different and I could see her at odds with herself, hiding behind a facade. Her attitude fueled what I already knew to be true–that I’d let her down. But I wouldn’t allow her to slide backward and flounder on her own any longer. This Daddy was taking back the reins and putting his house in order.
“Do you need to use the toilet before we begin?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sir?She really had fallen down the rabbit hole.
I scooped her up, carried her down the hallway to a clean bathroom, and sat her on the toilet. She refused to make eye contact, and I knew it wasn’t from embarrassment at seeing her on a toilet. It was because she didn’t want me to see her, and she thought looking anywhere but at me would accomplish that. But all it did was drill home the fact Antonia was feeling unworthy. Her old drug mule, tough-girl act was on full display. She was in survival mode, my poor brat.
Don’t worry, baby, Daddy will fix everything.
I hadn’t added a dungeon to the beach house yet, although there were many options as to where I could put one. Instead, I had steadily been adding equipment to the bedroom these past few months and now was the perfect time to put some to use.
