Page 51 of Stripping Little Seraphina
“Either you tell him and save yourself a sore ass for the next few days. Or, I’ll tell him and also give away your new cookies that I just bought you.”
Seraphina put the phone back to her ear quickly. Held it for a second as if she was seriously contemplating her next move. “Master Derek, Sadie gave me glitter and I used it to play a prank on Daddy.” Seraphina beamed at me.
I groaned because I didn’t know the extent of Sadie’s involvement. And I couldn’t prove it. That’s exactly why she’d worded it the way she had.
“Is that all she did?” Derek asked.
“I can’t remember, Sir.” Seraphina stood her ground.
“I see. Well, we’ll see if her story matches yours. If it doesn’t, your Daddy will take care of that. Or…”
“Or…” Seraphina looked at me and whispered. “Master Derek can’t spank me, can he?”
I spoke loudly so that there was no question what my answer was. “Permission granted.”
“Daddy…” Seraphina gasped.
I took the phone. “Have a good time finding out the truth, Derek.”
“You as well.” He hung up the phone and Seraphina’s wide eyes stared back at me.
“Daddy… please…”
I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. I nibbled up to her ear and whispered in it, “I’ve already decided, babygirl. Now be a good girl for me and slide my dick inside your heat.”
Seraphina gasped and reached between us. She followed instructions and I knew it was inside her when she wrapped her legs around me.
“Mhm… and now you’ll let me finish savoring how good you feel beneath me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned.
We lost the rest of the day to me showing her exactly what I needed.
Her…
Chapter Twenty
Class had just ended, and I was shoving my notebook into my bag when I noticed the flashing screen of my phone. Ten missed calls. Five voicemails. They were all from my mother. Every. Single. One.
My stomach flopped. My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped the damn thing. Anxiety clawed up my throat before I even pressed play.
Every voicemail was the same—my mother’s broken voice crying, accusing, begging. “Why would you do this to me, Sera? You’re ruining everything. Why are you punishing me? Please… please call me back.”
It was like glass shattering in my chest. The walls pressed in. My vision blurred. I couldn’t breathe. Before I even thought about it, I stumbled back into the empty classroom where Master E was wiping down the board. My chest was heaving. I shoved the phone into his hand, the screen still lit up with her name flashing across it again.
“Red,” I choked out. And then I collapsed to the floor.
I couldn’t stop crying. My lungs seized with each hysterical breath, the sound of my mother’s voice tearing through my head like claws.
“Vasiah,” Master E barked into his phone, his voice tight. “Get to the 101 room, now!” He said more to her, but I stopped focusing on it and more on trying to get air.
By the time Daddy burst into the room, I was rocking on the floor, my body shaking. The phone kept buzzing in Master E’s hand like a weapon that wouldn’t stop firing. Daddy didn’t even hesitate. She grabbed the phone, switched it off completely, and dropped to her knees in front of me. Her hands cupped my face, grounding me, her eyes sharp and steady.
“Breathe, little one. Right here. Look at me. Just me.”
“I can’t—I can’t do this,” I sobbed. “I can’t be with you. It’s hurting her, it’s—” My words broke into gasps. “She’s breaking because of me. I’m killing her?—”
“No.” Daddy’s voice cut clean and fierce, her thumbs brushing away tears I hadn’t even realized were still falling. “You are not responsible for her choices. You are not killing anyone.”
