Page 28 of Daddy's Little Mafia Princess
I tip my head. “It’s a promise. In the meantime, what are we going to do about this insistence you have for believing me incapable of keeping my word to you?”
“You don’t know him,” she says again. “You don’t know what he’ll do—”
“I knowIwill do everything in my power to stop him,” I said firmly. “I know I have told you, repeatedly, he’ll never harm you again. That’s a promise I’ll go to my grave keeping. By refusing to believe me, in effect, what you’re saying is you think I’m lying or incapable of protecting you. Which is it, Princess? Am I a liar or just incompetent?”
“N-No.” She shook her head, but the doubt was all over her face. She needs time. She needs me to prove again, and again I’m as good as my word before she’ll blindly believe. I’m asking too much too soon, but the Daddy in me is ready to reinforce what I say with something tangible she can feel. I don’t want her to be afraid to tell me her darkest thoughts, but she needs to have faith in what I tell her. I need her to trust and believe in me, and if thatmeans she sits on a hot butt every day from now until she does, so be it.
Standing from the booth, I make room for her. “Go.” I sweep the restaurant until I spot my bodyguards sitting together at a different table. I motion to one. “Gage will escort you to the ladies’ room. While I get our supper to go, I want you to remove your panties and bring it back to me. Your naughty bottom is going to be bare the rest of the night. I promise you will go to bed sleeping on your tummy tonight and every night until you realize I will always be as good as my word.”
She stares at me, her mouth round. “I believe you mean it. It’s just… you can’t control everything other people do.”
“Watch me,” I counter. I tap a finger against my temple. “Ten steps ahead, Princess. Always.”
Gage is almost to us when she spots him. Forgetting everything else, she grabs my arm, pressing close to whisper, “Please, c-can’t you take me?”
This isn’t willful behavior. It only takes a glance for me to read her sincerity. She feels safer with me than anyone else, including my bodyguards. I’m the one that brings her security. Stroking her hair, I’m so pleased.
“Change of plans,” I tell Gage when he reaches us. “We’re staying here tonight. I’ll get a room, you order for everyone. The missus and I will have steak, side salads, potato, and whatever vegetables they have. You know what I like.”
“Yes, sir,” he replies.
Taking her hand, I lead her out of the restaurant but stop. “Oh, and something for dessert.” I give Clara’s hand a gentle squeeze as I ask, “You like chocolate or fruit?”
I was taking her somewhere I could punish her, yet I was asking what kind of dessert she preferred. She blinks at me, not knowing how to take it.
“Chocolate?” she finally offers.
“Chocolate,” I relay to Gage as if he’s not standing right there. “They have a cake that’s excellent. Get it with a scoop of ice cream to cut the richness. Whip cream, sprinkles, cherry on top—the whole nine yards. I’ll leave your name at the desk, so you can get a key on the way up.”
At his nod, I give her hand another comforting squeeze and lead her off in search of the registration desk. The other two guards unobtrusively fall in behind us.
“You got me chocolate?” she asks.
I’ve got a lot of Alviero’s damage to undo.
“Just because you’ve bought yourself some trouble doesn’t mean I’ll stop taking care of you. No matter how many punishments you earn, you’re still Daddy’s little girl.” Letting go of her hand, I sling my arm around her shoulders, pulling her in to kiss her forehead. “You always will be, Princess, even if you ultimately decide you want to leave.”
I can feel her stealing peeks at me, though I keep my gaze fixed on our destination, the casino’s hotel, very much aware of her. When she leans in to clasp my hand in both of hers, all but hugging my arm, I have to admit, her gratitude makes me smile.
Chapter 11
Clara
My father is going to die soon—Viktor has all but guaranteed it. He got me chocolate, too, and now we’re on our way to the penthouse suite on the very top floor, so he could spank me.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so sore, so grateful, and so aroused all at once.
On the way to check in at the hotel, we stop at the bathroom so I can take off my ruffled underwear. My bottom is now bare under the very short hem of my dinosaur dotted skirt. Cool air brushes my naked skin with every step we take, and I feel scandalous. It’s embarrassing, but mortified as I am to admit it, I like the feeling. We’re walking around in public, where a sudden gust of air conditioning at just the right moment will turn this into a Marilyn Monroe moment, but I… I’m happy. His arm is around me, his hand on my hip, guarding what’s his with such easy proprietorship.
I like how he does that. The whole way up the elevator to the top floor and all the way down the hall to our suite, I hug hisarm. He’s going to spank me when we get there, but I don’t care. When it’s over, he’ll hold me like he did before, pet me, tell me I’m a good girl. Maybe we’ll have sex.
Then he’ll give me chocolate.
And continue to pretend as though I’m the most precious person he’s ever known.
I’ve never had someone treat me like this before, and I’m eating it up.
Finally, we reach our door. It’s luxury at its finest, but I barely notice. Two floors with a private pool and hot tub on the outside deck overlook the bright city lights on the Strip. The kitchen feeds into a sunken white living room with a free-standing white-stone fireplace. There’s a bathroom to the left and a curving staircase to the right. The walls are glass, and the accents are all trimmed in gold. I’ve been raised in hotels like this. I’m more focused on him than anything else I see here.
