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Ashley relaxed slightly, but only slightly, and sipped on her drink in relief. "Good. I don't, well, I wouldn't want that from him."
"I totally understand. That's why James will, and by the look of him, you're in for it, too."
Ashley choked on her drink and gave Natasha a panicked look. "What do you mean, James will?"
"You're learning from him, and we, my little friend," she pulled on the word a little and gave Ashley a wink, "are being very naughty. Daddies don't like their little girls to drink. It's bad for them, you know?"
"I don't want to get spanked. By anyone."
Natasha gave her a wicked grin and snatched up a glass from a tray that was being passed around. "You say that now, but just wait. I promise, it only sounds scary."
"Wait for what? And of course, it sounds scary; it's getting hit!"
"You're not getting just hit. You're being spanked, disciplined for something that you earned."
"You make it sound good."
"Well, it certainly isn't bad. Sometimes, I want it."
"Why?" Ashley breathed, genuinely interested. She stepped closer to her friend and shot a furtive glance around them to see if anyone was listening, and thankfully, she didn't notice anyone paying them much attention. There were a few men giving them looks, but she assumed it was because Natasha was a beauty. Thankfully, their attendance with the dance crew was doing them favors, with the large group insulating them against the general patrons of the fight night.
A slightly dazed look settled over Natasha's face and she got a faraway look in her green eyes. "Knowing that my Daddy is paying attention enough to my needs to correct my behavior, to know that he cares so much about me that he's willing to hurt himself to do it. Daddies don't like spanking their little girls."
"They don't?"
Natasha lifted a shoulder and thought hard for a minute. "Well, Silas doesn't. He hates it. But he does it for my own good."
"And you like it?"
"I like knowing that he loves me that much and that's why he's doing it."
That word 'love' hung between them, and Ashley swallowed, looking away from her friend and back toward the ring, where time seemed to have not moved and James caught her eye with a stern look that made her clutch her drink tighter. Was that something that might, could, ever bloom between the two of them? He certainly wanted more from her, but she wasn't so sure she could let her guard down long enough to nurture it to maturity. She wanted him. That was plain to see. Her eyes moved over the length of his muscular body, and she squirmed, rubbing her legs together at the sight he cut in the middle of the ring. He was beautiful in a brutal way, but she couldn't shake how gently he'd touched, how softly he'd kissed her and spoken to her, but now, in this place, James seemed different.
Was it because of the fight, or was it because she knew what he aimed to do to her later? That he was going to spank her. She hadn't been spanked as a child, so why would she consent to it as a woman? But the words wouldn't come out because, as shocked as she was by it, she was also intrigued. She rubbed her now sweaty palms against her thighs and tried not to flinch under the unwavering stare she was getting from James. The fight announcer was strutting around both him and Silas and building up the tension in the arena, but her work was already done for her. The air felt thick and heavy, like you could cut it with a knife with the focused and intense energy that was practically rolling off both men and filling the space around them.
"You like the way it feels when he spanks you?" she asked, side-stepping all thoughts of love when it came to James.
Natasha gave an enthusiastic nod. "I love it. I didn't think I would at first, but Silas never does it without a reason, and the sex after is amazing. Besides, the next day," she wiggled her eyebrows and grinned, "the next day, you have that delicious burn. God, that ache is enough to send a woman to her knees just knowing her Daddy was there. It's like having a part of him with you wherever you are." Natasha sighed wistfully and gave Ashley a knowing look.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ashley asked, raising an eyebrow at the grin on Natasha's face.
"Oh, you'll find out soon."
"I don't like the way that sounds," Ashley replied, but she didn't think her friend heard her, not with the way she was licking her lips and winking at Silas where he was glowering in the center of the stage while being introduced to the crowd by a beautiful, brunette woman.
Natasha shot her a smirk. " Relax, Ash. It'll be good, you'll see, because Daddy makes you feel so good and safe after, and you know that anything he gives you is what you need, whatyou earned."
"He isn't my Daddy," Ashley told her, and she hated the words as soon as they escaped her mouth.
"No, but he could be. Just because he's not right now doesn't mean he can't be. You can have a lot of good with James if you trust him."
Ashley's mouth opened and closed and she swallowed hard. Her first instinct was to protest to say she didn't want that, not with him, but she kept her mouth shut and gave a mumbled reply that Natasha didn't seem to hear. And that was because she was staring at the ring with a mischievous look on her face. She was up to something and had succeeded in catching the attention of both men for whatever it was.
"Natasha?" Ashley moved toward her friend, but before she could get her attention, Natasha was wiggling her fingers at the men. Their focus should have been on one another, but for now, it rested on the two women in the crowd. Ashley shivered under it and wished she could hide, but Natasha positively preened and lifted her glass in silent cheers at Silas.
"What are you doing?" Ashley cried, grabbing her friend's hand and yanking it down. "You're making it worse."
"Eh, in for a penny, in for a pound, right?" Natasha downed her drink and snatched another from a passing tray. "That's the saying, isn't it?"
