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Chapter 11
His pleasure and not mine. What the heck does that mean?Teagan was confused. Was she supposed to somehow restrict her body from enjoying sex? How could she even do that? Was that even a thing? Her thoughts raced through her mind, crashing over themselves like two Nascar drivers on a one-lane track.
Somehow, while her brain tried to make sense of his last comment, Luca had removed her jeans and underwear and pulled her over his lap. The soft fabric of his couch brushing against her face pulled her back into the moment. The heat the fireplace was producing kept her from feeling a chill. Teagan propped herself up on her elbows and looked over her shoulders at the handsome man behind her.
He looked… focused. That was the word. Teagan realized her bare butt was sitting on top of her handsome… what was he to her, exactly? They hadn't verbally defined their relationship yet. What was a Daddy? A boyfriend? A Daddy friend. Wait, what? No. That sounded terrible. She had to bite back laughter at the thought.
"Teagan Anne, the look on your face is making me rethink putting you in the corner. What in the world are you thinking about? I can guarantee it isn't how not to put yourself in danger again."
"Uh,"
"The truth."
"I was wondering what we are, exactly."
"While you are face down, ass up over my lap, you are thinking about what we are? You have to question who you are to me?"
"I was just trying to figure out our title. It doesn't feel like a traditional relationship with you being my Daddy."
"It is probably the most traditional type of relationship. Back in the old days, the men led, and the women—strong, independent and intelligent women—allowed them to. I don't like labels. In the lifestyle, I am considered a Daddy Dom, and because you are not into age play of any kind, I don't think I would call you a little. Although, I do think you have little tendencies. You would be considered my submissive. Some might call us a domestic discipline couple," Luca answered. Teagan was confused; he wasn't answering the way she needed.
"But what do I tell my coworkers?" she asked.
"You are my girlfriend."
"Oh."
"Now." Luca's hand fell onto her butt, a sharp sting that felt very different from the boops he had given her over her jeans previously. "Look forward, grab a pillow and hold on. I am going to demonstrate exactly how a Daddy feels about his girlfriend putting herself in danger." No other words were spoken before his hand rose again and came down, crashing into the meatiest flesh found in the center of her butt.
Teagan was not prepared for how quickly her bottom started to hurt. She reached forward for one of the couch throw pillows and hugged it under her, turning her head sideways, staring at the wall. Swat after swat fell, and the warmth spread, until it soon felt like a fire building. She had a high pain tolerance. At least, that was what she had told herself before Luca started spanking her. She had been in some rough situations and had managed not to cry over the pain. More black eyes than she could count, a couple broken bones, ribs especially, she was no stranger to pain.
This was different somehow. For starters, she wasn't fighting back. The pain wasn't being dulled by adrenaline. There wasn't something else to focus on—surviving, for instance, or taking down a perpetrator, or winning a boxing match. No, all she had to focus on was the fire dancing in the fireplace and the one he was building in her ass. There was also a sense of intimacy, a connection between them. Pain had never caused her clit to throb the way it was right now. She knew she had to be wet. God, don't let me leave a wet spot on his leg.
A hand came crashing below her butt, onto the spot where her leg and behind met, the little crease that bent whenever she sat down, and it hurt.
"Oww! Please, Luca! That hurts!"
"I don't know how many times tonight I am going to have to tell you to address me properly," Luca said as he peppered her sit spot with a volley of hard slaps.
"Daddy! Daddy! That hurts!"
"I've just begun," Luca said as he moved his hand even lower, the sound from the loud smacks filling the air.
Teagan howled as her upper thighs were pelted with his paddle like hand.
"Please, Daddy!" Teagan begged.
"Please, darlin'? Please what?"
"Please stop!" She threw her hands back and was surprised at the warmth her butt was radiating. She wasn't a crier, especially not in front of anyone. Crying was a weakness. She had swallowed back tears since she was a little girl. She wouldn't let anyone see her hurting. She had taken her fair share of injuries, beatings and emotional wrecks without shedding a single tear. Crying in front of Ro's mom had been cathartic but wasn't something she was willing to do again, and she sure as heck didn't want to do it in front of Luca. She wanted Luca to know she was a strong, capable woman. She had told herself she wouldn't cry from a spanking; a child's punishment wouldn't fell her. There was a burning sensation behind her eyes; he needed to stop before the gates burst open.
He had stopped. His hand was resting in the middle of her hurting behind. It had worked. She was confused and surprised, and although she should be happy that he had stopped, she was feeling slightly disappointed. That was a conflicting emotion if she ever had one. Why the hell would she be feeling disappointed that he had stopped spanking her? It was what she wanted, wasn't it?
"I see you struggling, darlin'," Luca said. Teagan looked over her shoulder at him.
"What do you mean, Daddy?"
Luca answered by pointing to her reflection in the glass of the fireplace. "You are trying to decide if you are happy that I stopped. You said you want me to stop, but part of you isn't sure, right?"
