Page 36 of Daddy's Claim
“You’re in so much fucking trouble.”
Frozen by fear and uncertainty, I stood still for a long moment until I felt him move again behind me, in perfect time with the music. Closing my eyes, I leaned back, letting him lead as we moved together. The weight of the past few days seemed to lift off my shoulders with every pounding beat, every sway of our hips, and I finally found the blissful release I’d been searching for since I stepped through the doors of the club.
The fact that I found it only in my husband’s arms was not lost on me. But that was a problem for future Nora.
At a pause in the music Michael stopped moving and squeezed me tighter, his breath brushing across the bare skin of my shoulder before he pressed a trail of hot, wet kisses up my neck. My heart was pounding by the time he stopped at my ear, a little jolt of pain shooting through me when he nipped at the lobe.
“It’s time to pay the piper for this little stunt. Say goodbye to your friend, Nora.”
My blood ran cold, then flashed hot as my mind scrambled for some excuse, some explanation that might earn me the smallest bit of mercy. “Michael, I—”
“Save it, princess. Be a good girl and do as Daddy says, or I’ll carry you out of here and everyone can watch you get that naughty little bottom paddled the whole way to the car.”
There had to be something wrong with me because that threat wasn’t nearly as effective as he probably thought it was. Need pulsed between my thighs at the thought of all these strangers witnessing my punishment. I’d never see them again, so what did I care if they saw my husband swatting my ass?
But I had a feeling there would be far worse waiting for me at home if I pushed him to such lengths, so I reluctantly nodded. “Lead the way.”
“Good choice, princess.”
Taking my hand, he pulled me through the crowd, up the stairs to the owner’s box. Encased in all glass, the crowd could see everything that happened, and my pulse quickened again. Giving me a few smacks on the way out the door was one thing, but there was no way he would deliver a full out punishment here, where everyone could watch.
Would he?
Mikey
As we stepped into Luca’s box, I flipped a switch he’d shown me on my way down to collect Nora. The switch lowered a film over the windows, which would allow us to see out, but nobody to see in.
It was perfect for what I had in mind.
When the door clicked shut behind us, Nora whirled and took several steps back, holding her hands up as if she could ward off the punishment she had coming. “I can explain.”
“This I have to hear.” I kept my voice low and calm, but judging by the way her eyes widened, she heard the threat in mywords anyway. “You have an explanation for why you lied to me, slipped out of a bathroom window, and came to a club without any kind of protection?”
“Well, when you put it that way it sounds bad,” she whined, her bottom lip pushing out in that adorable pout of hers.
“How would you put it then, Leonora?”
“I was upset.”
Every step forward I took, she took another backwards. But she was about out of room to run, which suited me just fine. “Why were you upset?”
“I just was.”
We weren’t going to get anywhere like this. Silently, I stalked her, waiting until she was pressed up against the glass to pounce, spinning her around so she was facing the pulsing crowd beneath us.
“Last chance to talk to me, princess, before I get mean.”
“Fuck you, Michael DeCosta.”
Her snarled response was filled with venom, but underneath it I heard the hurt and the sadness.
And it broke my fucking heart.
Pressing a kiss to her neck, I slid my hands around, running them down the rounded swell of her stomach to the hem of her too-short dress. “You’re going to talk to me, Leonora. One way or another. For now, you’re going to find out what happens to naughty little girls who disobey their Daddies.”
Her breath caught in her throat as I pushed her dress up, exposing the little triangle of silky fabric that barely covered her mound.
“Wh-what are you doing?”