Page 25 of The Music in Me

Chapter Six

Igiggled to myself as I debated pushing his buttons, but I couldn’t help it. If he wanted me to embrace him as my daddy, then this is definitely something a little girl would do.

I innocently walked to the kitchen. “ I’m ready, Daddy.”

He gave me a once-over. “Kira, you aren’t?—”

He stopped when he saw me in his shoes. He had big feet. He’s a size ten, and I’m only a size seven, so they were massive on me. I giggled as I flopped toward him and gave him a big hug. “Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy.” I kissed his cheek and quickly ran off before he could give me another lecture or spanking.

Half an hour later, I stood on the porch, waiting for Leon to join me. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone brightly in the sky, and I heard birds singing. I could not remember the last time I’d heard birds singing. That was one of the disadvantages of living in the city. Taking a deep breath, I filled my lungs with the clean country air and decided leaving the city more often was a good idea. I had no doubt Leon would let me use his cabin anytime I wanted, and he was welcome to tag along.

Reining my thoughts back, I reminded myself this experience was only supposed to last one weekend. I still had no idea what was going to happen once we leave or how this would change our relationship going forward, what I knew was that there was no version of this story where Leon and I ended up together and I was okay with that. I had watched him break enough women's hearts to know better than to end up on that list.

We had two more days together before we returned to the city, and I focused on enjoying myself as much as possible. The weather was so bright and the scenery so beautiful that I decided to take a picture of myself. Leon walked out as I was snapping pictures, and I immediately tossed my camera phone at him without thinking, gasping out loud when I realized what I’d done.

He caught it midair and cocked a brow at me. “How about a heads-up the next time you plan on throwing something at my head.”

“I wasn’t throwing it at your head. I wanted you to take a picture of me. Don’t worry, I’m not posting it online,” I said before he could. “I just want some pictures for myself. You know, to remember this weekend.”

“Okay,” he said, raising the phone to take pictures of me.

He handed me the phone back when he was done, and before he could move away, I wrapped my arms around his waist, went on tiptoes, and took a picture of us with my lips pressed to his cheek. That earned me a grin and a small shake of his head as he slung his backpack into the trunk. We got into his car, and he pulled out into the road.

“Can I ask where we are going now?” I asked a few minutes into the drive.

“No, but I promise you’re going to love it,” he replied, reaching across the dashboard to pat my knees as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Fine. And am I going to get spanked every time you want me to do something?”

“Am I going to have to spank you every time I want you to do something?” he asked, glancing at me.

“No.” I shook my head. “Do you enjoy it?”

“Spanking you?”

“Yes.”

“Sometimes. Sometimes I do it because I need to teach you a lesson.”

“Like this morning at breakfast.”

He nodded his head.

“I’m sorry,” I said, staring at the floorboard. “I promised to do anything you tell me to do, and I broke my promise. I didn’t mean to make you mad.”

“I know. It’s all good now, Kira.” He gripped my inner thigh and pressed down comfortingly on it. “You corrected your mistakes, and that's something to be proud of.”

“Really?”

“Yes. You’re going to make more mistakes before the weekend is over, but as long as you learn from them and take your punishment like the good little girl I know you are, everything will be okay.”

“I like it when you punish me,” I confessed after a few seconds. “I wonder if it means something is wrong with me.”

“No. Nothing is wrong about submitting to someone you trust to make the right decisions for you.”

“Maybe, but I shouldn’t be enjoying it this much. Anthony used to try to make me… you know, submit to him when we made… had sex. And I used to pretend I was into it just so he could finish and we could get it over with. But it’s different with you. I don’t need to pretend. Even when I don’t want to, I find myself submitting. I guess that’s because Anthony doesn’t have the experience you have.” He glanced sharply at me, and I gave him a small smile. “I know I’m not the first girl you’ve tied up and whipped before, Leon. Hell, I know I’m not the first girl you’ve done this to in that cabin. You don’t develop those skills in just one weekend.”

“I’ve never tried to hide who I am, Kira. I just never knew you needed to be tied and flogged until now.”

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