Page 31 of Possessing Paisley
As soon as I say it, he starts spanking me again, and it’s like lightning striking through me with each smack.
“Ow! Ow, ow, ow!” I cry, kicking and squirming.
I’m no match for him, though. He’s three times my size and strength, if not more.
“I will never disrespect you, baby girl, and I expect the same treatment. That means no lying. No hiding shit. No leaving without letting me know where you’re going.”
Even though my ass is on fire, I don’t miss the no-lying comment. It’s the second time he’s said that. I’ve never been one to lie, but I wonder if someone in his past did.
“I’m sorry,” I wail. “I won’t ever do it again. Owwie! Daddy!”
It goes on forever. Or it feels like it, anyway. Tears roll down my cheeks and drip onto the counter as I let out sob after sob.
As soon as he stops, he picks me up and carries me into my room like a small child. I cling to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. When he sits on the edge of the bed with me on his lap, I snuggle against him while he strokes my back. His rich scent surrounds me like a blanket.
“I got you, Little one. Let it out,” he murmurs softly.
I do exactly what he says. Big, fat, sloppy tears, along with some snot, I’m sure, but it’s so damn cathartic.
It takes a while before I stop crying. When I do, I’m exhausted but lighter than I’ve ever felt before. My ass is also on fire.
“Are you still mad at me?” I ask, keeping my face hidden against his warm chest.
Using the tip of my index finger, I trace the lines of his tattoos, finding it to be soothing.
“No, baby. You were punished. I don’t stay mad if you paid for your naughtiness. Don’t do it again, though. That was not how I wanted to start my day.”
He holds me for a while longer before I realize he probably has things to do. Why else would he have been up and showering so early?
“You don’t have to stay here with me. I know you have more important things to tend to.” Why do I sound like a sad Little girl when I say that? I’m fine if he needs to go. Totally okay. Yep. I am.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby. There is nothing more important to me than you. You’re mine, which means you come first. Got me?”
Not really, but I nod anyway. I’ve never come first to anyone, so why would that start now? The excitement of last night will wear off, and he’ll grow tired of me by the end of the week. Especially once he figures out I’m not going to just lie down and let him walk all over me. I’ll never let anyone do that again. Lesson learned.
“You need to shower and go back to sleep, though. You didn’t get enough rest last night,” he says as he stands and carries me into the bathroom.
Actually, I slept better than I have in years. I didn’t wake up once. It was heaven. I’m not telling Kieran all of that, though. His ego is already big enough as it is.
“I’ll stay while you shower, then tuck you into bed.” He sets me on my feet before reaching for the shirt I’m wearing.
I push his hands away, ignoring his glare. “It’s okay. You have to work. I’m going to shower and get ready before I meet with the girls for more business planning.”
His eyebrows pinch together, and he looks conflicted as he glances at the clock on my phone that’s sitting on the counter. “I don’t want to leave you after punishing you. Some women experience heavy emotions after a spanking like that. Maybe I should take you to work with me.”
This man is insane. Probably certifiable.
“Kieran…”
“It’s Daddy.”
Narrowing my gaze, I look up at him. “We’re not having sex right now.”
He steps closer, crowding me again. “I don’t give a fuck if we’re in church. I’m Daddy.”
Something twists inside me. It feels a lot like jealousy. “How many other women do you have calling you Daddy?”
Almost like I pushed him, he staggers back a step, his jaw clenched. “Let’s get one thing straight right now. You are and will be the only woman calling me Daddy. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I don’t entertain women. I’ve never even had one sleep in my bed. I don’t play games, and I don’t lie. If you’d like to look through my phone, I’ll walk you over to my house to get it. If you want the password to my email, I’ll write it down. I don’t do shady shit in relationships.”