Page 21 of The Music in Me

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” The word rolled off my tongue so easily that it caught me off guard, and I wondered if it was because of how gentle and protective he was.

“You’re still getting punished, Kira,” he said, sounding like he didn’t want to.

I nodded. “Okay.”

He turned me around so I was straddling his waist with my knees on both sides of his body and looking into his eyes. “You need to learn to trust your body, baby. Know when it’s time to break.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I mumbled.

He sighed and stood, lifting me with him and then setting me down. “Clear this table and then meet me in my room for your punishment… naked.” I kept my head down and nodded. He grabbed my chin and tipped my head up. “This is for your own good,” he said, and I could tell he really believed it.

This was not a part of the game to him, and it left me unsure of what the game was exactly. He walked into the house, and I took a few moments to steady myself before I got to work clearing the table. When I finished, I approached his room and stopped in front of the door, hand raised to knock. What was I doing, and why was I so eager to walk into a room where I knew more pain awaited me?

I tried to tell myself that I was going because of the pleasure that came with it, but a part of me wondered if I wasn’t going for the pain as well. It was like when I was being punished, I wanted it to end, but as soon as it did, there was nothing I wanted more.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door. It opened before I finished knocking, and Leon stared at me.

“Took you a while to make up your mind,” he said, stepping aside so I could come in. “Would have been disappointed if you chose to bail.”

The lights had been dimmed just enough to give the room a cozy feel without leaving us in darkness. The bench usually at the foot of the bed was now in the middle of the room. Leon had taken off his shirt, and I was reminded again that underneath all the clothes he wore was a body built to drive women crazy. Fit and toned, he was a work of art, and I wondered when I would finally get a chance to touch him the way I wanted.

My gaze dropped to the bed, and my breath caught when I saw what he had waiting for me. There were whips, a cane, and a heavy wooden paddle. There were ball gags of different sizes and strips of rubber I didn’t recognize. He had also gotten vibrators, and I saw two of those, which were new from the look of them.

“Toys for my baby girl to play with,” he said, stepping behind me. He was so close I could feel the heat from his body, but his voice told me I was dealing with a man intent on conquering and claiming. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, slowly turning around, my breasts swinging as I faced him. “I’m ready for anything you want.”

“We’ll see.”

He walked to the bed and picked up the whip, sending it cracking through the air. I jumped, and he smiled a little. Next, he picked up the cane and slapped it against his wrist, testing its strength. Then he dropped it on the bed.

“Time to choose,” he said, turning to face me. “Tell me, Kira, what shall I use to punish you tonight?”

“I get to choose?” I asked, sounding as surprised as I felt.

“This time, you do.” He gestured at the items theatrically. “Come on, check them out and decide.”

I stepped forward and picked up the flogger. Made of leather, it was softer than I expected, and in Leon’s hand, it would not do the type of damage I had been worried about. I tested the cane next, and my eyes widened in terror. That was nothing I wanted to endure. After a quick glance at the paddle, I chose the flogger.

“Good choice.” He picked out the items I had picked and set the others aside. “Get on the bench, Kira. Straddle it,” he said when I looked confused about how I was supposed to lie on it.

I straddled the bench and pressed my chest against it. My hands and legs hung down on either side, and my ass was up in the air. I had not noticed the straps under the bench until Leon reached down and pulled them out. He secured my wrists and ankles to the bench, then pulled out a blindfold.

The blindfold covered my eyes, and I was thrown into pitch-black darkness.

“Do you know why I blindfold you?” he asked, and I shook my head. “The more of your senses I dull, the more you get to feel with what you have left.” He stepped away, and I immediately tilted my ear to listen to him. “What do you feel, Kira?” he asked from the other side of the room, surprising me.

“Nervous,” I said truthfully. “Excited too.”

“Are you scared?”

“No,” I said immediately.

“Not even a little?” he pushed, and I shrugged.

“Maybe a little, I guess.”

“Are you scared of me?”

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