“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
I feel blood rush to my cheeks. I’m sure my complexion has pinked up, giving away my embarrassment.
“Yes, Daddy. I remember my safe words.”
“Good boy, lilla du.”
I preen under the praise. Elation stretches my face into a grin and I squirm in my chair. I’ve never experienced this before. No one has ever praised me for a job well done. If this is what it feels like, then sign me up. I’ll be the King of Praise Whores R Us.
“Open the drawer.”
Everything stops. The smile fades, my breath catches, and I gulp to hold back the gasp. I know what drawer he means, but surely, he can’t….
“Mo ghille, ye ken what drawer I’m speaking of. Now, open the drawer.”
I stare at him. Draven, this beautiful man who I’ve been half in love with since before I met him, who I just agreed to him being my Daddy, wants me to throw away my snacks.
I don’t want to do this.
My chin trembles and I drop it to my chest. Tears flow down my cheeks, falling onto my hands that are tightly clasped together in my lap.
“Color?”
I glance at him through my lashes.
“Tavish, I need an answer. What’s yer color?”
“Yellow,” I whisper, looking back at my hands. I squeeze my eyes closed. Self-hatred fills me. I don’t want to disappoint him, but I can’t get my arms to move.
Movement and the rustle of fabric fill the air.
Well, that didn’t last long.
“Gah!” I gasp as my world tilts and turns.
My eyes fly open, my arms grabbing hold of Draven as he lifts me into the air. “Holy shit, you’re tall.”
“Yes, lilla du. I am,” he replies as he carries me to the couch.
He sits us down, me on his lap.
“Ye ken we have to talk when you say yellow, yes?”
My chin trembles a bit as my head creeps up and down.
“What did you not like about the punishment?”
“It’s my candy.”
“I ken it, but what was hard about getting rid o’ it? And be honest, mo ghille donn.”
“Ummm…well…it’s the o-only thing that’s ever made me feel good, I guess.”
His jaw jumps at the corners as the muscles twitch. His eyes go cold and hard.
“Daddy?”