Page 24 of The Music in Me

“Fine, I’ll start hiking again. But not this morning. I want to see if I can get some work done. Also, I barely got any sleep last night, and we both know whose fault that is.”

He raised a brow. “You didn’t get any sleep last night because every time I tried to get you to go to sleep, you begged me to fuck you instead. Twice, Kira. You woke me up in the middle of the night twice, begging me to fuck you. Hell, you didn’t even ask the second time. I just woke up with your mouth around my cock.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining,” I said smugly. “And it’s still your fault because if you hadn’t kept me on edge all day, maybe I wouldn’t have been so horny all night. I would have gotten enough sleep and been rested enough to go on your silly hike.”

“Enough excuses, Kira. Finish your breakfast and get ready. We’re going out!” he said with a note of finality that made my hackles rise.

I enjoyed the games we played, loved it when he controlled me as a prelude to fucking my brains out, or even teased me by keeping me on a tight leash. But I still had a say in what I wanted to do, and I didn’t want to go out. Or maybe I did. I just didn’t like that he expected me to ask how high every time he told me to jump.

“No,” I snapped at him and dug into my bowl of cereal. “I’m not going.”

He moved so quickly I barely had time to react. Grabbing my hand, he pushed the bowl aside and pressed me against the table. I tried to struggle, but he was stronger and faster, and the first blow landed on my ass before I could move. I froze in shock, and this allowed him to continue spanking my bottom.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

“This is what you get for being a brat,” he hissed as the blows kept coming. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. No questions asked, Kira.”

I could have fought harder to get out, but for some reason, I didn't. I knew I deserved what he was doing to me. I had mouthed off at him, and this was my reward… or punishment.

He spanked me until my ass became sore, and it started to hurt. There was no sexual component to this time. No hint of seduction or playfulness. I was simply being punished. Tears welled in my eyes, and I clamped my lips together to stifle my cries. I was not going to give him the satisfaction. He smacked my ass one last time, then turned me around.

“Now, are you going to do what I tell you, or do I need to take you to my room and teach you a lesson?”

Images of what happened in his room the night before flashed in my eyes, and I was tempted to defy him just a little more. See how far I could push his buttons. Remembering how hard it had been to get through the day after I defied him the morning before, I decided it was best to save all rebellious acts for later in the day.

“I don’t have hiking shoes,” I mumbled in a low voice, ass still smarting from getting spanked.

“Speak louder, Kira,” he growled in a voice that made me afraid he would spank me again.

“I said I don’t have hiking shoes,” I said out loud as I got down from the table, gently rubbing my ass.

“Check your closet,” he replied, arms folded over his chest with a disapproving glare aimed at me.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Thank you,” I mumbled and turned around to leave, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. I was a grown-ass woman. Yet not only did I just get spanked on the kitchen table, he also had me acting like a goddamn teenager.

“Kira,” he called out as I got to the door and waited until I turned around. “Come here.”

I walked back to him, keeping my eyes down. “Look at me, baby,” he said, and his tone made me raise my head. He looked remorseful. “You know I don’t like punishing you. Not like this at least. But I can’t have you disobeying my orders. I need you to trust that I know what’s best for you. Do you trust me, Kira?”

“Of course,” I said immediately.

“Then how about the next time I tell you to do something, you do it without asking questions?”

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl. Now, give Daddy a kiss before you leave.”

I went on tiptoes and pressed my lips to his cheeks. He grabbed my hand before I could step back and gave me one of his trademark, toe-curling kisses that left me staggering and lightheaded.

“Are we good?” he asked, and my lips immediately curled in a smile. “Use your words, Kira.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied softly, both of us smiling at each other.

As I walked away, I reached around to rub my ass. It still hurt, but in a good way now.

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