Page 53 of Broken Daddy
Why?
Because you like her. Because she’s a good match for you. You need someone to challenge you but who also needs taking care of.
Fuck.
He was definitely losing his mind. Why would May think that he needed that?
Not that he was actually hearing her voice.
“I get it,” she said quietly. “I think that if I ever meet the love of my life . . . I couldn’t imagine moving on if something happened to him. If I was going to fall in love, I would want it to be that sort of love. The kind that just consumes you and ruins you for any other kind. Otherwise what point is there in loving someone? If you are going to do something. Do it right.”
A strange look crossed her face that he couldn’t decipher.
Yes. Exactly. She got it.
He should have felt relief that she understood. Instead, he felt strangely out of sorts.
“Would you really have spanked her?” she asked. “Your wife?”
“Yes, I would have.” May had been his Little. She’d had rules that if she’d broken them would have resulted in her going over his knee.
“For putting salt in your coffee?” she asked.
“No. for a prank you would generally get a different sort of consequence. I mean,she.Shewould have gotten a different sort of consequence.”
What was with the slip of the tongue?
“She’d be spanked for putting herself in danger. Because she holds my heart. And putting herself at risk means that she would risk me losing her.”
Which was just what had happened. He’d lost her. He should have been there for her instead of overseas.
Nothing had been more important than his wife.
And he’d failed her.
Now his punishment was to live without her.
“But you just apologized for overreacting. So you’re probably doing that now. And we should just call everything even.”
She took a step back.
He thought about reaching out and grasping hold of her hips to keep her still, but kept his hands to himself.
Because she could move wherever she wanted. He didn’t have any right to touch her.
“Call it even? I don’t think so. Also, I didn’t apologize for overreacting. I didn’t overreact. You put salt in my coffee. Now, how do I punish you for that?”
“You’re not going to spank me.” She let out a high-pitched laugh.
Hmm . . . did she sound almost disappointed?
“Right?” she asked in concern.
It might be a bit sadistic of him, but he did seem to like making her squirm.
“I think I might have to think on it.” He sat back and rubbed his chin with his finger.
“What? You’re just going to make me wait? That’s not fair!”
