Page 17 of The Music in Me

“Come here,” he commanded, and I immediately moved closer. As soon as I was in arm’s reach, he put his hands on my shoulders, then pressed his lips to mine and shoved his tongue in my mouth. The kiss had an air of desperation to it, a sense that I was not the only one going crazy with lust. His hands stayed on my shoulder, his body a few inches away, almost like he couldn’t chance any more contact than that.

I moaned in protest when he pulled away and considered resuming the kiss, almost confident there was no way he would resist me.

“You know,” he said in a gruff voice, stopping me before I could do anything, “I have a lot of plans for you tonight, but now all I can think of is bending you over this counter and fucking you until we are both too exhausted to move.”

“Do it,” I hissed at him, my pussy clenching at his words.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He caressed my cheeks and brushed my hair back from my face, tucking an errant lock behind my ear before stepping back. “Fucking you right now will feel really good, baby. Really fucking good… But what I have planned is going to feel way better. Come on,” he said, holding out his hand, “dinner’s getting cold.”

I took his hand, and he tucked it in the crook of his arm before leading me out of the house. A table had been set at the end of the back patio, right by the lake, and I lost my breath when I saw what he’d done. The lake's tranquil waters provided the perfect backdrop for the rustic wooden table decorated with flickering lanterns and beautiful flowers. The light of the patio danced on the water’s surface and provided just enough to add a touch of coziness and privacy.

I was so stunned by the sight that it took me a few seconds to realize the table had only one chair and only one place setting. Curious to find out what he was up to now, I followed him to the table and stopped right in front of it.

“So where do I sit?” I asked after a few minutes.

“Wherever I tell you to. On your knees, Kira.” I slowly went on my knees, bracing myself against him and holding his gaze as I dropped down. “Good girl,” he said, patting the top of my head before walking to the only chair and taking his seat. He crossed one leg over the other and leaned back, his gaze dark and sensuous as he looked down at me. “It’s the end of the day, Kira. Tell me, have you been a good girl today?”

I nodded my head.

“Use your words, Kira. Have you been a good girl today?”

“Yes,” I said softly, lowering my head because it felt like the right thing to do.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked. “You argued with me when we went horse riding, didn’t wait for instructions when we painted, and defied me at breakfast…”

“You already punished me for that,” I cried.

“And now you speak out of turn,” he growled. “You’re making things worse for yourself, Kira. Or do I need to remind you of all the times you tried to seduce me? Tell me, were those the actions of a good girl?”

“You started it!”

“You didn’t answer the question, Kira. Were those the actions of a good girl?”

I sighed and slowly shook my head.

“Use your words, Kira,” he said softly.

“No, Daddy.”

“So have you been a good girl today?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

I raised my head to meet his gaze, surprised that he looked disappointed. The guilt I felt was not entirely foreign since I’d spent most of my career trying to live up to his expectations of me. This was different, and I felt a tightness in my chest as I shook my head.

“No, Daddy,” I said quietly. “I’ve been a bad girl.”

“And what happens to bad girls?”

“They get punished.”

“Yes, Kira. They get punished.” His last word hung in the air, the threat in it unmistakable, and the arousal I felt unexplainable. “But,” he said after a few seconds of silence, and my brows went up, “you also did a few good things today. You made some progress on your songs and did what you were told… mostly. You also didn’t try to relieve yourself, which must have been very hard for you.”

“It was,” I said, wondering if I would escape getting punished. “Especially when I took my bath.”

“I know,” he muttered, and I remembered he’d taken a bath too. “So you were a good girl and a bad girl today. That means you’re going to get punished and then get a reward. Now, you can choose to get punished before dinner and your reward after it, or you get both when we’re done eating.”

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