Page 30 of Possessing Paisley
A shiver slides down my spine, and bright red warning sirens start flashing in my head. “Um, sure?”
Another step toward me, and this time, I retreat. Kieran shakes his head and points at me. “Don’t you fucking move, Little girl. You want to know what’s wrong? I got out of the shower, and the woman I fucked last night, who slept in my bed, was gone with not so much as a note or a kiss goodbye. Do you think that was polite, Paisley?”
He's asking me about being polite? Seriously? “Um, no, I suppose not.”
When he advances again, I swallow thickly and look around, hoping a magic hole will open for me to hide in.
“You can try to run, baby girl, but make no mistake, no matter where you go, I will find you, and you will be punished. You need to decide if running is worth making your punishment worse than it’s already going to be.”
Is he insane? We had sex once, and he spanked me. That doesn’t mean he can punish me whenever I do something he doesn’t like. What an asshole!
“It was a one-night stand, Kieran. I was simply making the morning after less awkward. We’ll ignore each other like we always have, and everything will be back to normal.”
He lets out a low growl. “No, baby. That’s where you’re wrong. Last night wasn’t a one-night stand. Last night, you became mine. We will not go back to what we were before because you belong to me. I’m your Daddy, and you’re my baby girl. And right now, you’re going to learn a lesson about who’s in charge.”
Before I can run, he snatches me up, chuckling softly before flipping me so fast my head spins. Then he pushes me over the edge of the vanity, so my feet are dangling, and my chest rests on the countertop.
“Kieran!” I scream as I start to kick my feet. “Let me go. You’re insane.”
Even as I struggle, he effortlessly lifts the back of the shirt and yanks my panties down with so much force I hear them rip. Then, he starts to spank me, and this is nothing like the one I experienced last night.
His smacks are hard, fast, and precise.
“Owwie!” I howl. “Let me go, you asshole!”
He pauses but continues to hold me down firmly. “I know you felt what I felt last night. You can deny it all you want, but you were just as affected as I was. You loved having me command you and spank you and take care of you. Tell me you didn’t, Paisley. And I hope you know, Ihateliars.”
There’s something vulnerable hidden behind his words, but I’m too out of sorts right now to process it. My ass is on display, and he expects me to tell him what last night meant to me? That’s a complicated answer that I haven’t had time to think about yet.
“Say you didn’t feel things last night,” he growls quietly.
I sniff and squeeze my eyes shut. “It’s not that easy, Kieran.”
The only sound in the bathroom is the running shower, and when I open my eyes to look back at him, I expect to see anger. I don’t, though. It looks more like confusion and uncertainty, but it only lasts for a second before he meets my gaze and the scowl returns.
“I know you felt things last night, Paisley. We’ve been pretending to hate each other all this time, but you know it’s never been hate. It’s always been attraction, but we’ve hidden it behind insults.”
He’s not wrong. Deep down, I think I’ve always known it.
“You’re mine, Paisley. Until we figure out what the fuck is happening between us, you are mine. You will not entertain other men from here on out. You will not treat this like a one-night stand. And you will not ever leave without saying goodbye. If I don’t know where you are, I can’t protect you, and I take that job very fucking seriously. Are we clear?”
My heart pounds, and my pussy clenches. If I say yes, I have no doubt Kieran will bulldoze me with all of his bossiness and rules and expect me to obey blindly. But if I say no, I might regret it for the rest of my life. Either way, it’s terrifying. I could end up hurt. Not physically. I know he would never harm me. He could destroy my soul, though. Only if I let him.
“Paisley,” he says, a bit softer, though there’s still a clear warning in his voice.
I have to decide. Kieran isn’t the type of man to ask more than once. If I shut him out now, he won’t return. And that’s the one thing I do know for certain. I don’t want to lose him completely.
“Yes,” I whisper. “We’re clear.”
He’s silent for a few seconds before he clears his throat. “Then you’re going to take your punishment for being disrespectful and leaving without saying anything like a good girl. Right?”
A lump the size of a golf ball forms in my throat. He’s right. How would I have felt if the tables had been turned, and he’d snuck out of my house like he was ashamed of what happened? I might be a brat at times, but I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt him.
“Yes.” My voice is wobbly, but he hears me.
“From now on, it’s ‘yes, Daddy.’”
I try to nod, but he still has me firmly pinned, so I force the words out, “Yes, Daddy.”