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It's the only reason I could use for explaining how I managed to stay in the room with a clearly frustrated Pharrell.
As he trailed his fingers over each item, I fought back the need to whimper. I wanted to show him just how much I had been working for him, how hard I had tried to prepare myself.
Because the truth of the matter was, all my work meant I was pretty much ready to take him. I spent every available second I could have to stretch my hole, whether that be the middle of the day or coming home for lunch or even staying up late at night after he went to sleep and sneaking into my room for some practice.
Every minute I could spare went to being what he wanted and needed. Or at least what I suspected that would be.
Daddy turned, his gaze liquid fire as he stared me down.
"You've been very naughty, mon chou. I think it's time that Daddy showed you what happens to naughty boys who play without Daddy's permission.”
I gulped as my body came alive. My cock hardened, and I let out a soft whimper.
Pharrell stepped forward, his finger grazing down the side of my cheek. “Would you look at that? My boy likes the idea of punishment. Let's see if he still likes it when I'm done.”
CHAPTER 26
Pharrell
My boy hadno clue about the lengths I would go to show him how much I cared. Even this, our teasing and the spanking that would soon follow, were all proof of the feelings that had grown between us.
This punishment would be as much for him as it was for me.
“Take your clothes off,” I demanded as I eased myself down to the bed.
He stared at me for a long moment before doing as I asked. I thought for sure he would argue with me more. That maybe the bit of brat I’d seen in him would flare up.
I couldn’t decide if I was disappointed or not to have him go along with my command.
There was beauty in a submissive who did everything you asked of them. The power exchange was something that never truly got old.
But a brat could be fun too. They loved to test limits to the point of punishments, or funishments even, depending on the agreements in place between partners.
Ricardo and I didn’t have anything formal. This wasn’t a club setting or a scene where we’d agreed to meet up. This entire interaction was simply us. It was our connection, the bond we’d formed the minute he let me become his Daddy.
Once he stripped down, he stood across from me. Though he was the one looking down at me, it was obvious who held the power here. I was going to be the one delivering the blows to that gorgeous ass of his since he decided to hide something so important from me.
I shifted back more to give him some room. Patting my lap, I motioned for him to lie down.
The silent exchange agitated him. His bravado from before was gone, leaving in its place a hint of confusion.
As he eased down, I stopped him with a tap on the chin. “Mon chou,” I said softly. “This isn’t me angry. I’m merely teaching my boy a lesson.”
“What lesson?”
The question was genuine and sweet. But it was also an act.
He knew what I was trying to teach him.
At my raised brow, he shrugged. “It was worth a shot. I wanted to see if you’d say it again.”
“Say it again? What? That your pleasure is mine. That Daddy is in control of when and where you come. That this body is mine to play with however I like. That this punishment is to show you what happens when you don’t do as I say.”
He shivered. “Yes, Daddy.”
Desire echoed through his tone. My cock pressed tighter against my zipper, desperate to come out for the fun ahead. I took a deep breath, willing the fucking thing to calm down. It wouldn’t do either of us any good for me to come while trying to teach him a lesson.
“In my lap.” I motioned once more to how I wanted him.
