Page 34 of Arrow
Arrow's hand rested on Emilee's shoulder, grounding her. She could feel the swirl of emotions ebbing away, leaving behind a sense of anticipation that thrummed through her veins. Her eyes locked onto his, searching for reassurance.
“Kitten,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “thank you for telling me what you need. Are you ready?”
She nodded, biting her lip. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” There was an unmistakable edge of approval in his words. He guided her gently toward his couch. “Over my knee,” Arrow instructed, authority lacing his tone. He seated himself and Emilee draped herself across his lap, her heart pounding in sync with the tick of the large grandfather clock in the corner of the living room.
His hand caressed her back, tracing the curve of her spine before slipping lower. The first smack was a shockwave, sharp and sudden, yet she welcomed the sting. It was a release, a way to shed the tension that had tangled up inside her.
“Count them, Kitten,” Arrow said, each word punctuated by another firm spank. “It’ll help you concentrate on the feeling. You aren’t in trouble, sweetheart. Let it all out.”
“One... Two... Three...” Her voice wavered as the sensations mingled—pain fused with pleasure, discipline intertwined with care. With each strike, she felt the frustration dissolve, replaced by a deepening trust in the man who held her over his knee.
Arrow remained silent except for the steady cadence of his hand meeting her skin. The sound echoed around them.
“Nine... Ten...” Emilee struggled to keep her voice steady, but there was no hiding the tremble or the warmth spreading through her body. Tears pricked at her eyes, not from pain, but from the swell of emotions that coursed through her.
“Almost there, Kitten.” Arrow's voice was softer now, a gentle command that coaxed her forward. “Let it all out.”
The final spanks fell like rain after a drought—necessary and cleansing. As the last one landed, a sob broke free from Emilee's chest. She lay limp over Arrow's lap, the layers of her defenses stripped away until she was bare, vulnerable and immeasurably close to him. He was right, asking for a stress relief spanking was easier than acting out to get a discipline one, and it’d been different. There was nothing to be forgiven for. Just Daddy taking the control she desperately needed him to have and helping her get rid of the negative feelings bubbling inside.
Arrow's touch shifted, soothing now. His palm rubbed circles over the reddened skin, each movement a balm to her frayed nerves.
“Shh... it's okay,” he murmured, his other arm wrapping around her to hold her close. She was his, utterly and completely, and in his arms, ass up over his knees, she found a strength she never knew she possessed.
She slowly sat up and turned, straddling him. She brought her head down towards his and kissed him.They had done nothing physical but kiss all week. Now, she needed more.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Please, what?”
“I need you.”
Arrow didn't need further explanation. As he carried her through the bedroom doorway, their mouths collided in a fervent kiss that sent a bolt of desire surging through her veins. His strength and dominance were evident as he gently, but firmly, stood her in front of the bed. He took a step back, his hungry gaze raking over her body as if she were the most delectable thing he had ever seen.
In that moment, Arrow was every inch the growling, primal beast craving his mate. Emilee felt the wetness between her legs increase at the sight of him, commanding and unyielding.
“Stay,” he ordered, and she obeyed without a second thought. The anticipation was enough to drive her insane as she watched him undress. With one swift motion, he tore off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso honed by years of rigorous training. Her eyes widened as they trailed over his body, drinking in every muscle, every scar—testaments to the life he’d lived.
Impatience and desire etched themselves onto his face as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants, exposing an erection that strained against his boxer briefs – and she licked her lips, barely able to stay still.
Emilee reached for the hem of her shirt, but Arrow's large hand shot out, stopping her.
“I’ll undress you,” he told her with a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.
He took his time, driving her nuts with his slowness, until finally, her shirt drifted to the floor in crumpled fabric at their feet.
“Beautiful,” he breathed, his hungry gaze devouring every inch of her exposed flesh. His hands dipped to the waistband of her red skirt, fingers dancing across her hips before sliding the material down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving only underwear and bra on.
Arrow visually feasted on the sight before him, his chest rising and falling shallowly. “You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this,” he growled, his voice a low rumble. He reached out and quickly removed her bra and underwear. Her breasts spilled free, aching peaks begging for his touch. He found one with his mouth, taking it between his lips and suckling hard enough to leave a mark on her pale skin.
“Daddy!” she moaned, arching into him, wanting more of his touch.
“I've wanted you so fucking much,” he growled as he pushed her down onto the bed. He slid down onto the bed and grasped her wrists, pinning them above her head.
Emilee arched her back, encouraging him. Arrow leaned in and roughly kissed her, showing her exactly who she belonged to. The kiss was like a bolt of lightning, searing itself into Emilee's very core. Arrow's claiming lips branded her as his, and she shivered in response. This was everything she'd ever wanted but had been too afraid to admit. The sensation of Arrow's dominant kiss lingered on Emilee's lips after he had pulled away, a reminder of the possessive claim he had just staked upon her.
His hands began to roam over her naked body, tracing her curves, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His movements were deft but unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to worship her.