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“You knew about their boundaries or lack thereof, but you never asked about mine,” I finished for her.
She nodded. “I’ve never really… been allowed to question anything. If I did, it usually ended really badly for me.”
I read between the lines, and the regret I felt only coupled with rage and the desire to gouge out the eyes of whoever had hurt her in that way. My chest heaved with my sigh, and I lifted my hands to cup her cheeks. “I’m really sorry that that has been your experience. Nobody should ever feel like they can’t ask questions in any situation, with anyone, but especially with a significant other. With me, you are more likely to end up in trouble for not asking questions and instead making assumptions based on the information you have. Do you understand?”
She looked at the ground and I barely heard her mumbled answer. “Yes, Daddy. I understand. I’m really sorry.”
“Look at me, babygirl.” I waited until she did so before continuing. “This isn’t just a fling to me. I don’t do flings, especially not with women as brilliant and beautiful as yourself. I would never do anything inappropriate with another woman. The fact that it's a job doesn’t change that.”
“I get it now. I’m sorry.” She drew in a quick breath and held my gaze. “Am I in trouble, Daddy?”
“Big trouble, babygirl. This punishment tonight will be a canon event in our relationship because it will move us past a misunderstanding and into our future. It will help cement us better understanding what the other needs. It will pave the way for a future together, assuming that is what you want?”
Her eyes got wide and she looked taken aback as she swiftly nodded. “Yes, but… is that what you want?”
“You wouldn't be here if I didn’t. As you’ve just witnessed, I don’t have much tolerance for my personal boundaries being crossed, or the people that cross them. You get leniency on that, not only because it was a bit of a misunderstanding and you didn’t know what they were, but because this is a relationship that means something to me. You mean something to me.” I leaned forward while speaking, touched her cheek and looked into her eyes.
Her mouth was open and her expression was a bit shell-shocked, but I saw the light in her eyes when she nodded. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you. You mean something to me too.”
Chapter 15
Audrey
If we were alone in his apartment, instead of a crowded club with his closest friends and an abundance of strangers, I’d probably be crying already. I didn’t know what to expect when Archer said he was bringing me to The Penthouse, but it hadn’t been any of what had actually happened. I hadn’t expected to be made to strip naked in front of his closest friends, to be walking around with a plug in my ass, or to hear that he never brought anyone here, and I especially hadn’t expected to be watching him tell off his clients for being a little too desperate and familiar. But most of all, I had not expected him to give a testimony of love the way he had.
I mean, sure, he hadn’t said the words; but the implication was there. If he wasn’t there already, he was heading that way, and he wanted to be. I’d crossed boundaries, and lacked trust and made big mistakes because of my own assumptions, but Archer, who destroyed boundary- crossers and never let women get too close from what I was hearing, wanted us to move past it. I knew right then that I would willingly and happily accept whatever punishment he wanted to dish out.
I felt awful for misunderstanding the situation so badly. I felt stupid for not asking. If I had, I could have saved myself hours of turmoil and self-loathing. I needed to be punished. I craved the release of emotion I knew would come, and the forgiveness that would follow. More than that, I longed to be my Daddy’s good girl again, and I knew that after tonight, I would put my whole soul into showing him how much his understanding meant to me, and how much I appreciated that he cared enough to give me a second chance.
“Come on, babygirl,” he said finally, taking my hand, and leading me to the center of the club to where a row of leather and metal spanking benches were arranged in rows for optimum viewing by other patrons. I let him guide me over the apparatus, and reminded myself not to panic when he used the attached bonds to secure me in place. I hated it, but I knew it was for my own safety.
When my wrists and ankles were secured, Archer ran a hand over my back. “Your safewords are the same, and though we haven’t talked much about it, I intend to act as if your limits are the same in public as they would be in my bedroom. If this becomes an issue for you at any point in time, please let me know by using your safeword. The scene will stop and I will take you to the lounge or to a private room so we can talk about what is wrong. Do you understand?”
I did. My limits for home were vastly different from what I would ever expect to be asked to do in public, but I could see where that was all part of the lesson I needed to learn. And as scary as it was, just as my stomach tied in knots, a thrilled shiver ran down my spine. Archer intended to spank me; that much was clear, but what else was he planning? I wanted to ask but instinctively knew that was one question he would not appreciate, despite everything he’d just said.
Archer was one who liked the element of surprise in a scene. If he wanted me to know what he was planning, I knew he’d tell me. It was hard to stomach at times, but right now I would do whatever he wanted.
I turned my head to see him looking at me with an arched brow and realized he was waiting for me to answer. “Yes, Daddy.”
With confirmation given, he stepped out of my line of vision and I squeezed my eyes shut so that I wouldn't have to think about the crowded club full of eager onlookers.
A few excruciating minutes passed and I felt a tickle across my lower back and ass. “This is a flogger,” Archer explained. “Normally I use it more for pleasure than punishment. Tonight, I'm going to use it just to warm you up and get you ready for what's to come.”
The falls danced across my skin and I sucked in a breath, waiting for the actual impact.
When it came it was a unique mixture of pain and pleasure. Each lash of supple leather set my skin ablaze with anticipation, awakening the nerves, hitting a dozen spots at once.
I sucked in a breath, and zoned out all the background noise, concentrating only on me and him.
He worked wordlessly as he often did during a warmup, if he bothered to give one. He often didn't. The fact that he did was a foreboding testament of what was to come but I tried not to think about it as the flogger falls danced across my ass and thighs like a massage that left little zips of pain in its wake. The feeling was oddly sensual and it was easy to relax as he continued the warmup. Of course, all good things must come to an end and suddenly he stopped. My whole body jerked with the bereft feeling I got when the massage ended.
“Are you ready, babygirl?” I heard the rustle of paper and knew he was digging in the bag Nyla had given him. What all was in there anyway?
“Kind of slim pickings in here,” he mused, his voice smooth like honey. “That will teach me to forget my playbag at home when we come together.”
“Hey, I thought you could use this.” Bain’s voice startled me. With my eyes shut, and all the background noise from the club, I hadn't heard him approach. Or maybe he’d always been there.
I popped one eye open to see him holding up a leather duffel. A play bag. I instinctively knew that though I'd never actually seen one before.
