Page 11 of Daddy's Justice

“Morrigan.” I pushed myself from the wall and took a step toward her. Lifting my hands, I shot a dart of blindingly bright light her way. It wouldn’t harm her, but it would cause her to close her eyes to avoid it. In turn, it would slow her down. I was right, the light startled her into stopping, giving me time to close the void between us. I took her by the upper arm and turned her back toward the room. This time, I sat in the chair and pulled her down onto my lap, holding her there, her back to me. I placed my palm flat against her back and used my ability to induce serenity to calm her. I felt her racing heart start to calm and her shallow, frenzied breathing turn to slow, deep breaths. Once the panic left, I dropped my hand. I spoke calmly to her, taking in her body’s responses to my words.

“Morrigan, I have already warned you about that language. The next time you use that disgusting word, I will have to clean out your mouth with soap. You are an intelligent being. You don’t need to curse. There are two things that will get your mouth washed out quick—using bad language and lying to me.” I waited a space and felt her heartbeat speed up. Her pheromones grew stronger, and I knew she was aroused by my words. “I always encourage rational discussion. I never allow outbursts of yelling or disrespect in my courtroom.”

“We aren’t in your courtroom, Forseti! Let me remind you,” she shouted, ignoring my warning about yelling and disrespect, turning so that she faced me and poking her index finger into my chest, “you are not the boss of me.”

Her temper only served to intrigue me more.

She was a sassy one and courageous. Most wouldn’t dare to interrupt me like she had, let alone argue with me and none dared to physically touch me like she was doing. I didn’t have tolerance for such behaviors and especially not now, not when her very life was at risk.

My hand went up to her chin, grasping it tightly. Aware of my strength, I made sure not to squeeze hard. I could easily crush her jaw with two fingers if I wanted to. Staring her straight in the eyes, I restrained myself from using any of my powers. I wanted her to feel the emotions I was about to cause with my words. Having the ability to calm a situation was one of my favorite skills, but right now, I didn’t need her calm. I needed her to understand the seriousness of the situation.

“As of this moment, Morrigan, I am in charge of you. Odin assigned me the task and he is in charge of all of us. Your life, your job, your very existence, is threatened by forces darker than you have ever encountered. They have a job to do and that job is to eliminate you. My job is to prevent that from happening. In order for me to succeed, you will need to obey me. Whether you like it or not. It’s for your own safety.” I paused and sighed, letting compassion for her situation take over for a moment. “I know this is scary. I know it sounds crazy. I know I’m a stranger to you. I promise we will have time to talk later and get to know each other better, but it will be done in a respectful way. Without name calling, without cursing and without shouting. If you can’t follow my rules, you will find yourself facing the consequences. If you continue to rail at me in this manner, you will be feeling my wrath on your behind. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

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Morrigan

I understood exactly what he was saying to me. He was going to spank me if I didn’t follow his rules.

I was beginning to wonder if I was being set up. Besides being seven feet tall, wearing leather outside of the bedroom, and insisting he was a god from another world, he was exactly the type of man I dreamt about finding someday. And while it wasn’t public knowledge, it wasn’t exactly a secret either. Some of my closest friends knew about my Daddy Dom book addiction and fantasies.

Did they hired actors to do this? A light bulb went off, and the idea gained merit in my brain, finally making sense as the pieces clicked together. That had to be what was going on here. I had just had a conversation with Monica over this very scenario, confessing my desire to be swept away by a dominant man. Swept away, kidnapped… I could see how she might confuse the two. No way was this gorgeous man going to kidnap me and then threaten to spank me if she hadn’t arranged it.

I felt a lot safer with that realization. That had to be it. Nothing else made sense.

“Morrigan?” I couldn’t move my face from his hand. I could, however, shift my gaze down. The question was did I play along with this or did I demand he stop? I mean, they had certainly pulled out all the stops. The company she hired provided a mind reader and the special effects, holy cow! Those light beams were impressive. He must have some sort of prop on him somewhere. The trick with the phone, it had to be a slight of hand trick. Magicians and actors! Monica had really worked hard to arrange all of this; I would hate to undo her work. She must have even remembered my joke about how it would take a superhero to tame the naughty girl inside of me.

Forseti cleared his throat, and I realized he was waiting for an answer, but I had forgotten the question.

“Yes?”

“I am a very patient god, Morrigan. However, right now, we don’t have time for games. I need you to pay attention. Do you understand that you need to follow my rules or find yourself face down over my lap?”

“Yes, I understand what you are saying.”

“As long as we are on the same page.” He nodded firmly and released my chin.

I was still lost in my thoughts.

Was I really going to allow this game to play out? The logical side of me worried about work and my obligations. Another side wanted to give in and explore this scenario.

I was pretty sure we were still in Chicago and my coffee had somehow been drugged. I should be infuriated that they’d go as far as to drug me. Shaking off that frustration, I realized what was done, was done. I might as well explore my fantasies. Who knew how long it would be before a chance like this would appear again, if ever. What could it hurt to indulge for the weekend?

“What are you thinking about?” Forseti’s gaze was dark and curious.

“Just how far Monica must have gone to have set all of this up. You guys are really good at your crafts. I can’t believe she found a mind reader! Where did she find you all, anyway? Are you in a troupe? Some sort of circus, maybe? Just so you know, I am all in.”

“What are you talking about?”

He looked incredibly confused.

“Monica, my coworker and best friend. She really went out of her way with this one. I mean, my birthday is coming up in a couple days, but this is, well, Monica is very extra, she is the one who hired you for this.”

“Now you are being ridiculous. The time for games has passed, Morrigan. I need you to listen to me now.”

I heard his denial, but didn’t pay it any heed. Of course he would deny it. That had to be part of the elaborate scheme.

“Monica knows about my yearning to find a dominant man who will love me and spank me when I’m naughty and my obsession with spanking romance novels. She found you all and hired you to give me this experience. I was just asking where she found you. Do you get paid extra to actually spank your clients? Oh, and shouldn’t we negotiate a safe word?”

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