Page 22 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

"Fuck. Let me go!" she yelled.

"No can do, Heddy," Leo said. "You were naughty and naughty girls get punished."

"No!"

"Yes. You knew it was wrong to trash the room. There are consequences to your actions."

Oliver walked over towards them and knelt in front of her. He carefully pulled one of her hands from Leo and started to wrap the ropes around her arm.

"Stop!" she yelled. "You have no fucking right!"

Oliver was fast with his work and before she knew it, both of her arms were tied with the rope against her body. There were so many knots across her upper torso and she felt herself slowly starting to calm down.

"No!" she yelled.

She didn't want to be calm right now. She wanted to get out of this and away from them.

Leo let go of her and she kicked her legs as Oliver got close to them. They were still free and she was determined to keep them that way.

"Hold one of her legs up," Oliver's deep voice filled the room.

Leo grabbed one of her legs and bent it while Oliver started to wrap the ropes around it.

"Stop!" she screamed.

"Are you using your safeword?" Leo asked.

Hedda so badly wanted to, but she couldn't. She knew that safewords would stop everything but this wasn't a hard limit of hers and while she did feel overwhelmed, she didn't need to say it.

The realization made Hedda even more mad.

"I've got scissors to cut them if she says her safeword," Oliver said to Leo.

They both started to work on her other leg, bending it and wrapping the ropes around it. They were working together, like they had done this a million times.

A pang of hurt filled her heart. She knew this wasn't their first time doing something like this. They had explained to her that they were the Shibari masters of the club and anyone who wanted to learn would go to them.

Had they enjoyed it with the other people or was it just for them to learn? Did they get turned on? Hedda was never going to ask that, and she would just have to live with the knowledge that there were other subs before her. She wasn't their world, and she didn't have a right to be anymore.

"I'm going to put her hair up quickly," Leo said.

Hedda started to move her head to the side so he wouldn't be able to do anything but she also lost that battle. Leo grabbed most of her hair right as she moved, a dull ache scattered across her head. Mixed feelings went through her. She hated that she lost this little battle but at the same time she was turned on by it.

No, she thought. She couldn't have those feelings because once she left, she was going to be heart broken. She needed to remain strong and not get any more attached than she already was.

"Be a good girl," Leo said. "Let Papa put your hair up in a bun."

There he was calling himself Papa. Before she shot Richard, she had called both of them Papa and Daddy once and it felt so right. Now she was trying her hardest not to because they weren't hers anymore.

Not that she had much of a choice with him putting herhair up. Her arms were flush against her body and her legs were tied together. There was no way out of the ropes.

"You look so beautiful," Oliver said.

Hedda looked over at him only to see him looking at his work. She wanted to take the time and appreciate the prettiness of it, but she was angry at them.

"Let me out," she said through her clenched teeth. "You fuckers."

Oliver looked at her and shook his head. He stood up and pulled something from the ceiling. Her eyes went wide when she realized it was a big metal chain that was connected to a metal pole.

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