Page 10 of Daddy's Claim
Unsurprisingly, the threat sent fear shivering down my spine. Getting spanked with his hand had been bad enough. I was absolutely certain I did not want to learn what a belt felt like across my ass.
Whatwassurprising, however, was the pull of desire low in my belly. And the urge, from some deep, unexplored part of my psyche, to test his threat.
But in the end, self-preservation won out, and I did my best to nod with my head still pulled back in the uncomfortable position.
“Good girl.” The low, approving growl had my core clenching again.
Michael released his hold on my hair and pulled me closer to him. It was far more intimate than I was really comfortable with, but I was too entranced by the scene unfolding in front of me to argue.
Equal parts fascinated and horrified, I watched as Cole tugged his wife’s practical pencil skirt up over her hips, exposing Adele’s rounded bottom neatly encased in black silk and lace panties before he pulled them down to her knees. Small bruises and marks were scattered across the otherwise perfect canvas of her ass, and I couldn’t help but wonder what had caused them. The spanking Michael had delivered had hurt like hell at the time, but I was fairly certain there wouldn’t be any marks since the pain had already faded to little more than an embarrassing memory. So what kind of discipline was being handed down in the DeCosta household to leave those marks?
Shifting to the side, Cole doubled the belt over, creating a loop with the leather. Then he raised the belt high and brought it down across Adele’s pale backside with a loudsnapthat made me jump. Adele whimpered, but impressively didn’t move an inch. Obviously she was no stranger to her “Daddy’s” belt.
The leather left a thin, raised red welt across both of Adele’s ass cheeks. And then another. Over and over until dozens of lines crisscrossed across the previously creamy white flesh, her whimpers and cries growing louder with each lash.
But Adele wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of her whipping. Each strike of the leather across Adele’s skin sent a pulse of need straight to my pussy, and I wiggled on Michael’s knee, doing my best to relieve some of the ache between my thighs.
My search for release was cut short when Michael jerked my head back again. “Naughty little princess. Did I say you could come during Adele’s spanking?”
Heat flared to life in my cheeks at the whispered words. It was embarrassing enough to realize he could tell how turned on I was but being called on it made me want to crawl into a hole and die. I stilled my movements but didn’t answer him.
The hand in my hair tightened. “I asked you a question, Leonora, and I expect an answer. Did I give you permission to come right now?”
“I don’t need your permission,” I shot back, my voice a low hiss. Maybe he had a certain amount of authority over my behavior for the time being, but I sure as hell was not giving some Neanderthal control over my body just because we’d said some pretty words in front of a priest less than an hour ago.
“You’re wrong about that, little girl.” His voice was still that low, deep growl, though now there was no trace of approval or amusement in his tone. “From now on, I decide when, where, and how often you come. So I suggest you stop wiggling if you want any chance of relief tonight.”
The threat or promise, whichever it was, had my pussy clenching with need. Jesus, something was really wrong with me, to be acting like this with the man who’d beaten me and was now whispering such horrible, humiliating things in my ear.
A loud wail of pain from Adele jerked my attention back to the scene in front of us.
“Daddy, please! I’m sorry!”
Apparently, it was what Cole had been waiting to hear. The belt continued to fall, but at a slower, more measured pace, and he began to lecture. “Good little girls are polite and welcoming to new members of the family. Are you going to be a good girl and be nicer to Nora?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Are you ever”—the belt whipped across the middle of her thighs, drawing a shriek from her—“going to tell me toshut upagain?”
“No, Daddy, I’m sorry! Please!”
My needy, pulsing arousal faded a bit at the sound of Adele’s begging. The welts covering her ass looked unbelievably painful, and I couldn’t even fathom the kind of pain that would reduce such an obviously strong-willed woman to the whiny, whimpering mess I saw in front of me now.
“All right, sweetheart. Come here.”
Cole’s voice had completely lost the hard edge it had held while punishing his wife. In fact, it was unlike anything I had heard from the man before.
Fascinating.
Adele popped straight up and threw her arms around her husband’s neck. Their exchange was muted, too low for the rest of us to hear, but it was obvious Cole was comforting her.
Was that what Michael had attempted to do earlier? It had seemed ridiculous to me at the time but seeing the couple in front of us sharing such an intimate moment had a lump forming in my throat. That kind of closeness with another person seemed so alien to me, but there was a craving deep in my soul I couldn’t deny. Would it really be worth letting Michael bust my ass if it meant he would hold me like that?
Maybe.
Adele turned to face us, looking less like the ice queen I’d met earlier and more like a naughty little girl. Even her expression had softened to a shy, embarrassed smile.
“Nora, I am very sorry for my rudeness earlier. Of course we are happy to have you as part of the family. Please forgive me?”