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My fear grew with every step.
What is he going to do?
I hit at his back several times.
He just grunted.
Finally, he reached a door at the end of a long hallway. Without pausing, he kicked it open with a force that sent it crashing against the wall.
Shit!!
He stormed into the room, and before I could even take in the large bedroom’s surroundings, he dropped me onto the bed with a force that knocked the breath out of me.
I gasped.
Fast, Gianni turned back and slammed the door shut with a resounding thud.
The sound echoed in the room, final and absolute, trapping me inside with him.
My heart raced.
Trembling the whole time, I scrambled to sit up. “Listen—”
“No.Youlisten!” Undoing his skull belt, he prowled over to the bed and got on it. Those green eyes were so dark with this raging intensity my blood ran cold. “Never. Ever. Slap me in front of our people.”
I widened my eyes.
“Never!”
I trembled some more. “O-okay.”
“Take me in the office or in our bedroom here and slap me, but never out in the open for everyone to see.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You didn’t hear me?”
“I did. I just shouldn’t slap you period—”
“No. You don’t have my power or strength. You’re no bully. You may need some form of an outlet to get my attention—”
“I-I’m not slapping you.”
“How else will you tell me when I’m going too far?”
“B-by saying it.”
He pulled the belt from his waist with a sharp, deliberate motion, the leather slipping through the loops with a hiss. The skull buckle swung back and forth.
I widened my eyes. “Y-you’re not whipping me.”
“You’re right. I’m not.” He held the belt in his hands.
“Then, what are you going to do with it?” A cold sweat broke out on my skin.
“Discipline you.”
“Now you’re taking the Daddy play too far—”
