Page 148 of Daddy, Sir

“Shit.” I cursed under my breath as I got off the bed and went to the door. I paused to take a deep breath, because scary, growly voice was also pretty hot. I exhaled and opened it to reveal a very unamused-looking Zeke.

“Was thirty minutes not enough time to accomplish the task of unpacking?” His tone was clipped with an edge that I had yet to hear. Great, I’d been his guest for less than an hour and I’d already pissed him off.

“It was. I finished a bit ago, and then I ordered some things I needed and was… uhh… checking something.” Instantly I feltguilty for losing time scrolling social media. It was a bad habit I often fell into as an escape and could easily get lost for hours without much effort.

“If you finished early, you should have come to the kitchen early.”

“I didn’t want to rush you. You said thirty minutes.”

“I did. And it's now been thirty-eight minutes and our food is getting cold.”

I dropped my chin to my chest, feeling super guilty that he’d gone through the trouble of making a hot lunch and I couldn’t even bother to get to the kitchen in time. A familiar knot formed in my stomach as I stared at my feet.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone on social media. It always sucks me in, and I should know better,” I confessed. If he was going to be my Daddy and hold me accountable for things, then I had to tell him where I struggled. My therapist and I had talked about this. If I was going to do this, I had to fully commit to it. I couldn’t look at it the same way I had before. It felt weird to be so up-front about my struggles, but Zeke had made it clear back at the club that was what he expected from me.

“I accept your apology. Now, give me your phone.” He put out his hand.

“What? Why?”

“Because little girls that can not use their devices responsibly do not get to have unlimited access to them. I’ll give it to you for thirty minutes before bed for you to take care of what you need to take care of. Other than that, it will be staying with me until you earn it back.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” I asked the question knowing full well by the stoney expression on his face that he was not, in fact, kidding at all.

“You’ll learn I don’t oftenkid. Your phone, please.”

I turned in a huff and went back to the bed to grab it. “This is seriously ridiculous,” I grumbled as I stomped back to him and all but slapped the phone in his hand.

So much for giving it my all.

He glanced down at the phone and then back at me. “You haven’t gotten to know me yet, so I’m going to give you one chance and one chance only to retrace your steps and complete the task I gave to you without the attitude and disrespect.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to figure out what was happening. “What are you even talking about, Zeke?”

“I’m no longer Zeke to you, darlin’. You will refer to me as Daddy or Sir at all times. We are not on a level plain here, and you need to learn to respect our roles if this arrangement is going to work. Say ‘Yes, Daddy’, take the phone and walk back to the bed, and when you return to me you will put the phone in my hand gently. No stomping, no grumbling, and no attitude.”

What the hell had I gotten myself into? I couldn’t even process it, let alone do what he wanted me to do.

“If I have to repeat myself, then our lunch is going to get a lot colder because you will have earned your first spanking.”

“First of many if this is anything to go by.” I tried to take my phone back, but he caught my hand and held tight.

“You’re skating on very thin ice, darlin’,” he growled.

The sound vibrated through me, causing a full-body shudder that sent shockwaves straight to my pussy.. My mouth went dry, making it impossible to speak. I swallowed several times, rapidly, trying to get my body back under control.

“Yes, Daddy,” I forced out in a whisper.

It felt weird to call this big hulk of a man I barely knew such an intimate name. I’d called Archer ‘Daddy’ when I’d been his client, but I’d done so flippantly, in a way that had strong sexual undertones because that was what I’d known. That was who I’d been. I couldn’t be that person with Zeke, not only because thatwasn’t the point of this and my therapist would be pissed, but because Zeke would never let me get away with it. I knew that without testing the theory.

“Better.” He gave a curt nod and let me take my phone.

Taking a slow, deep breath so I could get through the next few minutes without losing my ever-loving mind, I carefully walked back to the bed, then turned and came back. I even forced a smile as I laid the phone in his outstretched palm with exaggerated gentleness.

“Thank you, let’s go eat.”

He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me to follow or be left behind, my mind and my body a mass of confusion. Daddy Zeke was a little scary. Or maybe a lot. And Daddy Zeke was kind of sexy. Or maybe a lot.

Lunch was a simple grilled chicken and steamed mixed vegetables, and I was sure it would have tasted ten times better if it wasn’t cold and dried out from sitting there for so long.

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