Page 50 of Daddy's Justice

Chapter Sixteen

Morrigan

I woke in a strange bed, clean and freshly rested. The events of the night before flooded back to me. Dressing, I went to find Forseti. I had only stumbled a few feet when I found him in a small dining room. Forseti was fuming, emotion radiating off of him. I could feel it before he even turned toward me. I stumbled a couple steps back, not wanting to be within his reach. Maybe I should return to the room for a while longer.

“Morrigan!”

His roar hit my ears with the force of a windstorm, whipping my head back. Holy hell, his yelling physically manifested itself. How did he do that? I scurried over to him, not wanting to anger him any more than he already was. His eyes were storming. I took a half step backwards.

“Just seeing you has renewed my anger. Get yourself in that corner while I calm down.”

Corner? He wanted me to stand in the corner? I had known that I was going to be in trouble, but I’m not a child to stand in a corner.

Spanking me was one thing, but standing in the corner, nah. Not for me.

I turned to tell him just that until I saw the look on his face. His eyebrows were touching from his intense scowl. There was a prominent tic in his jaw and his fists were balled at his sides.

“I hope to Odin that the next words out of your mouth are, ‘yes, Daddy’ or I swear I might not be able to help what I do to your ass.”

He’d cursed.

Oh my God, Forseti had cursed.My eyes widened with the threat and all I could do was nod before scurrying off to put myself in the corner.

“Boss, don’t you think you are being awfully hard on her? She almost died,” Edda spoke up, coming to my defense. I turned to see her sitting in a chair at the side of the table, eating her breakfast.

“Hard? Do you think this is being hard on her? This is nothing, Edda. Once I have calmed down, something I have never had to do before and, therefore, don’t know how long it will take, I will show you what being hard on someone looks like. She will be lucky if she can sit down comfortably in the next month. She will pay the consequences for her actions. When have I ever let willful, dangerous behavior go? She put not only her life, but both of yours in jeopardy as well, almost getting Kara killed.”

Edda simply shook her head. I turned to the corner, conflicted. Sure, I had only known Forseti for a few days, but in that time, he had been the picture of calmness. He was not calm now, he was raging. I felt tremendous guilt for putting him into this state.

“He was incredibly worried about you, that fear has him in this near uncontrollable frenzy. Forseti produces waves of calmness. He stills storms, brings chaos to a halt. He couldn’t stop this storm because he couldn’t calm himself down enough to produce the stillness he needed. He has to be still to produce tranquility waves…” explained Edda, having once again read my thoughts. It made sense. I loved him, too.

“Edda,” I asked, without turning from the corner, “how is Kara?”

“She is fine, good as new. Enjoying basking in the attention afforded to her as she tells the story over and over again.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. I remembered feeling her injury, I remember the heat radiating from my hand as I pressed against it, willing it to leave, to heal, with my mind. That was the last thing I recalled, before everything had gone black.

“Edda, leave us. Lock the door behind you.”

Forseti’s voice was cold and hard. I didn’t like it one bit. I wanted to run into his arms and be held by his warmth. Instead, I could feel the chill radiating down my spine at his words.

Edda did his bidding, the door clicking as she locked it on her way out.

I felt Forseti’s presence as he came up behind me. “Daddy, I—”

“Silence, Morrigan.”

I longed to hear him call me his little goddess. He took my hands and placed them shoulder length apart on the wall, nudging my feet straight back. One arm went around my belly, pushing my butt backwards, all while steadying me.

“What you did was dangerous!” Crack! The wooden sword of justice came crashing into my behind. I screamed as I rose up on my toes. “Reckless!” Crack! It fell again, over the last swat. The pain blinded me. “And selfish!” Crack! He took me by my upper arm and pulled me away from the corner, half dragging me to the dining room table. The cold wood dug into my stomach as he pushed me over it. He tucked the flowing, silky white robes I wore up, exposing my lower region.

Forseti swung the paddle high and brought it down with force over my now bare, burning, quivering globes. I rose up on my tiptoes, grasping the edge of the table with all my might, turning my knuckles white, trying not to stand up. I’d take this. I deserved each and every swat of justice being delivered to my backside. I was not sure how many fell before he dropped the paddle to the ground, but I knew my butt was on fire. There was a puddle of tears beneath my face on the table.

He scooped me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face into the small of his neck.

“I was terrified,” he whispered. “I was terrified of losing you.” His voice caught with emotion. “I had just found you and wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, and then there you were, bleeding out in front of me.” His body trembled. “I have never been so scared in my entire life. I love you, little goddess. I can’t ever lose you.” His grip tightened around me.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

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