Page 49 of Keeping Katie
Well, he’s got me there.
“But…” I say again, trying to think of another argument. Surely, he won’t spank me twice in one day.
“But, what, baby? I’m listening. You might want to start heading to the bedroom while you try to think of another excuse.”
He’s enjoying this. I didn’t take Grady for a sadist, but I also don’t hate it. I’m a little afraid for my butt, though.
“I was overthinking things, and I didn’t want to assume I was going to stay here for more than one night.”
Right. That’s a good excuse. He’ll definitely understand that one.
“Really? Even though Daddy told you specifically you’d be staying with me for the foreseeable future? Here’s the thing about our dynamic, baby. When I tell you what to do, I expect you to obey. If intrusive thoughts start to cloud your mind, all you need to do is what Daddy said. It’s supposed to make it so you don’t have to think so much, and you can just relax and enjoy being my good girl.”
“That sounds kind of wonderful, actually.” I bite my bottom lip and take in a breath. “What if there’s something you say that I really don’t want to do or I don’t feel comfortable with?”
He gently nudges me forward. “Then you say red, and everything stops. That’s during discipline and sex, too. Now, bedroom. I have something for your naughty bottom.”
I yelp when he smacks my ass and scurry forward toward a hallway that leads to a set of double doors. The room is enormous. The sitting area in the corner near a set of floor-to-ceiling windows makes me want to curl up with a book on a rainy day.
“You can look around later. Right now, go to the bed and bend over the edge.”
My heart skips faster, but when I turn around, he doesn’t look angry or upset. He stares down at me lovingly, a soft smile playing on his lips.
“You’re going to spank my poor butt again? It still hurts from earlier.”
That might be a little dramatic. It’s more sensitive than anything. Although the thought of him spanking me again sends a thrill down my spine right to my core. Why was it so hot being punished by a man in a black suit with tattoos all over his body? I’ll definitely be fantasizing about that for many years to come.
“I didn’t say anything about spanking you. Now, do as I said, or I’ll restrain you.”
Oh, crap. I hurry to the edge of the bed and bend over, taking just a second to soak up the silky bedding against my face. The fabric smells like Grady, which comforts me.
“Good girl. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” His voice is laced with amusement, and I can’t help but giggle softly. He is such a big meanie. A hot one and a fun one, but still a meanie.
“Daddy,” I breathe.
“Yes, baby?” he asks as he reaches around to undo my pants.
When he tugs them down—along with my panties—my butt clenches. I think I want a spanking over what he’s about to do.
“I’m scared.”
He pauses and leans over, his gaze meeting mine. “I’ll never harm you, baby. This is a punishment, but it will be a fun one. Remember, you can say red at any time and I’ll stop. Understand?”
I’m in love with him.
Wow. I think I knew I was falling hard, but I’m actually deeply in love with Grady O’Brien. Since the first day we met, all he’s done is take care of me, just like he is now by reassuring me how safe I am with him.
It’s far too soon to tell him because the last thing I want to do is scare him away. He’s the first man I’ve ever felt this deeply for. I doubt men like him want women getting clingy and all that.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I understand. Thank you, Daddy.”
The corners of his lips tip up into a smile before he presses a kiss to my mouth. He strokes my lower back and uses his tongue to explore while I do the same. Sometimes, he can be so sensual, and other times, he’s rough and wild. I love it all, and I hope it never changes.
When he pulls back, he strokes my hair away from my face. “Ready?”
Heat rises to my cheeks. “Are you going to stick something in my butt?”
My question must catch him off guard because he stares at me for a beat before he throws his head back and laughs. “Yeah, baby girl. I’m going to stick something in your butt. It’s going to feel good, though. I need you to trust me.”