Page 43 of Arrow

Emilee swallowed hard, her heart racing as she turned towards the living room. Each step felt heavy, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. Once in front of the couch where he’d held her last night, she stopped. As she reached for the button of her jeans, she couldn't help but wonder if this was how Mia had felt earlier that day. She quickly removed her pants and her panties and placed them on the couch.

Arrow's steady footsteps behind her sent a shiver down Emilee's spine. She turned, her eyes widening as she watched him deliberately roll up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing the corded muscles of his forearms. Her breath hitched as his fingers moved to his belt buckle, deftly unfastening it.

“Oh God,” Emilee whispered, her voice barely audible. A conflicting mix of fear and arousal coursed through her body as Arrow slowly pulled the leather strap through the loops of his jeans.

“You see this, Kitten?” Arrow's voice was low, controlled. He held up the belt, letting it dangle from his hand. “Since you seem to need a bigger deterrent, your naughty bottom is going to get acquainted with my belt today.”

Emilee's knees felt weak. “Daddy, please,” she whimpered, her hands instinctively moving to cover her exposed bottom.

Arrow's expression remained stern, but there was a hint of regret in his eyes. “I don't enjoy this, Kitten. But you've left meno choice. Your safety is paramount, and you need to learn. My hand alone hasn’t done the trick, so we will move on to other implements until you’ve learned your lesson.” He guided her over the arm of the couch, and she reached forward and held onto the cushions.

As Emilee bent over the cold, unyielding arm of the couch, she yearned for the warmth of his hard thighs. This was so much worse than over his knee. What had she gotten herself into?

Arrow's hand came down first, the sharp smack echoing in the room. “When I tell you to stay home,” swat, “you stay home.” He landed several more swats to the fullness of her butt. “When I ask you to keep your phone on, you keep it on.” He peppered her behind as he spoke, covering every last inch with hard swats.

Emilee bit her lip, trying to hold back her cries. But when she heard the whistle of the belt cutting through the air, and then felt the fire as it landed across her butt, she couldn't contain her yelp of pain and surprise.

“I'm sorry, Daddy!” she cried out, tears streaming down her face. “I won't do it again, I promise!”

“I’ve heard those words before, Kitten. You’ve promised to obey and not to put yourself in danger, and yet, here we are. You are allowed to hang out with your friends. You are allowed to have fun. You aren’t allowed to disobey a direct order from your Daddy or go out without telling me where you will be. I was worried about you. Mills is still out there and until he is arrested, I need to know where you are and who you are with.” He stopped talking and brought the belt down on her behind several times.

The final strike of the belt landed with a resounding crack, and Emilee collapsed over the arm of the couch, her body wracked with sobs. Her bottom felt like it was on fire, the sting of Arrow's discipline radiating through her entire being.

“Shh, it's over now, Kitten,” Arrow murmured, his tone softening as he gathered her trembling form into his arms.Emilee buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt.

Arrow's strong hands rubbed soothing circles on her back. “That's it, let it all out,” he whispered, his earlier sternness replaced by tender concern.

As her sobs subsided into quiet sniffles, Emilee felt herself being lifted. “Time for a nap, Kitten,” Arrow said, carrying her to the bedroom.

He tucked her in gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from her tear-stained face. As he turned to leave, Emilee caught his hand.

“Stay?” she asked, her voice small and vulnerable.

Arrow's lips quirked into a soft smile. “Always,” he replied, settling beside her on the bed.

As sleep began to claim her, Emilee heard Arrow's deep voice, barely above a whisper. “I love you, Em. More than you know.”

Her heart swelled, a warmth spreading through her chest. “I loves you too, Daddy,” she murmured back, drifting off with a sore ass and a contented smile on her face.

EPILOGUE

EMILEE

The gentle creak of the porch swing mingled with the soft purring of the tiny kitten nestled in Emilee's arms. She leaned back against Arrow's broad chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the front porch, creating a bubble of tranquility around them.

Arrow's fingers traced lazy circles on Emilee's hip as he peered down at the ball of fluff in her lap. “So, what do you think we should name this little guy?”

Emilee scrunched her nose, studying the kitten's gray fur and bright eyes. “I don't know. He's so tiny and cute, but nothing's jumping out at me. What do you think, Daddy?”

A small smile tugged at Arrow's lips. “Well, considering how he scampered around the house earlier, I'd say he's as quick and quiet as a mouse.” He paused, his voice taking on a playful lilt. “How about we call him Mouse? That way, my kitten has her very own mouse to play with.”

Emilee giggled, the sound light and carefree. “Mouse it is then. I like it.” She stroked the kitten's soft fur, her thoughts drifting. “You know, Daddy, when we first met, you said I wasn’t your type.”

“I was wrong. You are definitely my type.”

“Then you said you weren’t a cat guy and now look.” She held up Mouse. “She sleeps on your chest! I’m beginning to think you don’t have very good judgement.”

“I’ll have you know, I have perfect judgement,” he countered. “But even Daddies make mistakes sometimes.”

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