Page 56 of Imperfect Skin

“Won’t you get in trouble for breaking Simon’s rules?” Now I had my own rule-loving Daddy, I was intrigued to see how Rhys handled it.

“Yeah, but sometimes it’s good to be a little bit naughty. And it’s not like I’m going to be getting pissed. It’s just one soft drink,” Rhys shrugged, pulling two cans from the fridge, handing one to me. “So, you and Cal then. Don’t hold out on me. I need details.”

I smirked, taking a sip of Coke. “I’m not giving you all the details. Wouldn’t want to shock your innocent ears.”

“If you knew what your brother and I did last night, you wouldn’t be so quick to call me innocent.” Rhys grinned and wiggled his cute arse before motioning me to follow him through to the sitting room.

“Yeah, I’ll pass on that, thanks.” I dropped down onto the sofa alongside Rhys and winced when the largest of the wounds on my back pulled uncomfortably. One look at Rhys told me he’d seen my reaction.

“Did Ziggy hurt you bad?” Rhys’s blue eyes were wide with concern.

“He tried to, but Cal got to me in time. It could have been a lot fucking worse. Cal punched Zig square in the nose. Sent him flying.”

Rhys clapped his hands to his cheeks, his mouth open in a cute O. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, it was pretty fucking hot. If I hadn’t been ready to pass out from the shit Ziggy had done, I probably would have come in my pants.”

Rhys blushed and giggled. He was still such a sweetheart. “So, you’re really together then?”

“Yeah. He’s been amazing with me. I told him about all the fucked-up shit in my head and he didn’t run. He just held me, and promised he’d be there with me.”

Rhys’s eyes grew wide. “That’s so cool. What about the other stuff? You’re not going to keep going to that place, are you?”

Shaking my head, I smiled. “Daddy said he can give me the pain I need, and he doesn’t think it’s fucked up, only he’ll know if I’m asking for the wrong reasons.”

Rhys gave me a confused smile. “What does that mean?”

“Pain can help calm me down, can settle the nettles in my head and that sort of thing. Daddy will help me with it. But if I’m looking to punish myself for what happened to Mum—you know, the crash—then we’re going to sit and talk.” I rolled my eyes and Rhys hooted with laughter.

“Daddies sure love the sound of their own voices. Is Cal really your Daddy now?” He was almost bouncing in his seat with excitement.

“Yeah, he is, we—well, we also found out I really like my Middle time.”

Rhys clapped his hands together, smiling like he’d just won an award. “Knew it! I knew it was something like that,” Rhys crowed, very pleased with himself.

“Nuh-uh, you did not,” I countered, caught up in his giggles.

“Did too. Bet you love being able to be bratty and getting your arse paddled.” Rhys smirked, hopping up from the sofa and wandering back into the kitchen before I could answer him. “I forgot to bring our sandwiches. Back in a minute.”

I snorted out a laugh. I was used to Rhys doing this sort of thing. I waited for him to come back into the room. It didn’t take long before he was back with two plates filled with yummy sandwiches and two bags of crisps.

“I got my arse spanked on the weekend. I was rude to Daddy.” I grabbed a crisp and Rhys did the same.

“Did it hurt lots?” Rhys asked.

I nodded, picking up my sandwich. “It made me feel sad that I made Daddy cross. It’s not like when I want pain. It was different, and it sure as hell made me behave after. I swear my bum is still bright red.”

Rhys nodded, his blond curls bouncing. “Daddy always said there are different types of punishment. Sometimes it can be fun and sexy, and other times I wail like a baby and hate it, but I feel a lot better afterwards.”

I took a bite of my sandwich. Chunky bits of crab and prawn, lots of mayo, and avocado, just how I loved them. Rhys must have gone to the café beforehand.

“Yeah, you’re right. I didn’t enjoy the spanking, but it really cleared my head. Daddy said I was acting out because I needed to know what his limits were.” I shifted, feeling the slight ache that was still there. “I like feeling it later, kind of like a reminder that he cares.”

Rhys nodded vigorously, sending sandwich crumbs flying. “Yes, like he’s there with you even if he’s not.” He looked down at his plate, then back up shyly. “Did you want to have play dates sometimes? I mean you can say no, and I’d understand. You probably don’t want to play with my baby toys.”

“I’d love to. You could come to mine and we could colour and do stuff. It would be fun.” I answered, loving the idea of proper play dates with Rhys.

“Maybe on the weekend I can get Daddy to take me to yours. He and Cal can go do Daddy stuff and we can hang out. Otherwise, I can get him to just to drop me at yours. I know it might be a bit weird, your brother seeing you in your space.”

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