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Fourteen
Cole
From the corner of my eye, I watched Adele slink away back toward the bedroom. Something inside me, the darkest part that craved violence and retribution, practically crowed at the knowledge she’d disobeyed me. Under normal circumstances, I was able to temper those urges, to keep the beast leashed with a little rough sex.
But tonight, the beast was off its leash, and she’d just walked into its cage.
“I’ll call you later,” I snapped, interrupting whatever excuses Mikey was trying to make. I’d barely heard a word he’d said over the roar of my own fury. Fury at being sold out, at being caught unaware, at finding my woman in the middle of harm’s way. Whoever was responsible would pay, but for the time being, I had a naughty little girl to deal with. “Find the fucking leak and take care of it.”
Pressing the button to end the call, I made my way to the bedroom, where Adele was now standing with her nose all but pressed into an empty corner. Did she really think she’d gotten away with disobeying me yet again?
I took my time readying myself for her punishment, running different scenarios through my head. That she would be going to bed tonight with a red, welted bottom was a given, but was it enough? Moving about the room, I shrugged out of my suit jacket, ensuring that the hanger clattered loudly against the rail when I hung it up, which caused Adele to give a delightful little jump.
The belt around my waist was adequate for a quick, stingy reminder of who was in charge. But for what I had planned, I needed something with a bit more… substance. From the closet, I retrieved a thick, heavy belt I hardly ever wore. Its purpose was almost exclusively for the disciplining of naughty little bottoms, and I never traveled without it.
Sitting on the bed with the belt on the mattress next to me, I watched her. Now that the room had grown silent again, she was getting fidgety. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, rubbing the palms of her hands on her skirt.
I waited, patient as a lion stalking its prey, until the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. “Turn around.”
Adele froze, exactly like a gazelle that had just spotted the predator in the weeds. Slowly she turned, her eyes wide with fear.
And excitement.
Oh, yes. There was no doubt my naughty girl was riding high on the promise of the punishment to come, the way only a submissive like her could. They didn’t all enjoy punishment. Some did everything they could to avoid it, and just the threat of one was enough to keep them in line.
Others, like my sweet little Adele, craved it. Not just the pain, though there was no doubt Adele welcomed the sting and the burn with every breath she took. They craved the fear of not knowing what came next, the stomach-clenching expectation while they waited. They craved the cleansing that came with every stripe, every welt, every tear.
Well, if it was punishment she was after, then who was I to deny her?
“Come here.” Finger pointed at the floor to indicate where I wanted her, I kept my gaze locked on hers as she slowly crossed the room to stand in front of me. “Knees.”
Eyes widening even further, she sank gracefully to her knees, lowering her head in a gesture of deference that had my cock hardening again despite having just fucked her in the elevator a few minutes before.
Placing my finger under her chin, I forced her head back up so I could watch her expression as we discussed her transgressions.
“You were a very naughty little girl tonight, Adele. Weren’t you?”
Her breath hitched and her tongue darted out, a little flash of pink, to wet her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
“And what happens to naughty little girls who disobey their daddies?”
“They—they get spanked.”
“That’s right. They get their bare bottoms spanked until they’re sobbing and begging for Daddy to stop.” Forcing her chin up a little higher, I drank in her soft whimper of discomfort. “I am going to ask you a question. If I think for even one second you are lying to me, you will be tasting soap for a week. Am I understood?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Why were you at Giorgio’s tonight?”
“My company called. I am sorry, it was an emergency, and I did not think it would be a big deal to help out this one last time.”
“Even after I had specifically told you what would happen if I ever caught you there again? Even after you promised me you would not leave the apartment tonight?”
“Yes. I”—she swallowed hard, the muscles in her throat working furiously in what had to be an uncomfortable position—“I knew you would be angry if you found out.”
“And is that an acceptable excuse for sneaking out?” Red colored the edges of my vision, and I moved my hand to her neck, wrapping my fingers around the slender column of her throat and squeezing. “Do you really think mopping some asshole’s floors is an excuse for disobeying me?”
“No, Daddy,” she managed to gasp out.
