Page 18 of Bitter Desire
I gave a slight shake of my head. “No…” I said, voice trailing off when I didn’t know what else to say, because it was true. I had no clue why Law would be saying this was his fault. I’d created this. I had done this. So why did my beautiful Dom say it was his fault?
“I spoiled you,” he told me with a little shake of his head, a tsk of his tongue. “I made you like this.”
“Like what?” I challenged when I saw his angle. A thrill was starting to hum through my body. We weren’t Honey and Law, not the way we were normally together. No, right now I was a bratty spoiled girl, and he was my disappointed Daddy. There were a few different ways Law could take us and all of them were scenarios that ended up with me satisfied.
“Like a little girl with no manners,” he said, the hand not in my hair moving to his belt. My pulse sped up when he began to unbuckle his belt, all the while keeping his eyes locked to mine.
“I have manners.”
“No, you don’t. But you will after I remind you.”
He pulled his leather belt free, the slide of it deafening in the quiet of the car. The slight clank of his belt buckle swinging from his hand made my mouth go dry. This was what I wanted. “How are you going to do that?”
“By teaching you a lesson, princess. You’ve been a very bad girl.”
I raised my hands and pushed at his chest, but there was no real force to it. I wanted this, but even so, at the slight push of my hands Law leaned in closer to me, his lips near my ear. “Is this good? Is this how you want me, Honey?” he whispered. There was a softening to his tone, the steel in his voice gone now and the hand in my hair relaxed slightly. He’d stop if I said no, but I swore if he stopped, I’d lose it. I needed him this way. My man wrapped in cruelty was what I craved from Law, and I gave an enthusiastic nod.
“Yes, Daddy. I-Ineed more.”
“More what?” he asked.
“Teach me a lesson, Daddy.Please.”
The hand in my hair tightened once more and he moved away from me, settling back in his seat with all the pomp of a king. He released my hair and crossed his arms over his chest, and he gave the belt dangling from his hand a lazy flick. “Over my knee. Face down, ass up,” he ordered.
“But, Daddy-” I began, and Law’s hand shot out quick as a viper and closed around my throat. His fingers tensed, cutting off my words and I sucked air in with a squeak.
“Every second you argue with me is another spanking, princess. Do you understand?”
I took in a shaky breath, relishing the heavy feel of Law’s hand around my neck and gave a quick nod that I did understand.
“Good girl,” he said, his thumb sliding along my jawline as he considered me. His blue eyes were usually warm when they were on me, or hungry, needy and wanting, I understood that when it came to Law, but now? Now his eyes were cold. They were what I expected many people saw when Law looked at them, and for a second it was like looking at a stranger.
This was not the man that made love to me in the middle of the night when I couldn’t sleep or made me mac and cheese. This wasn’t even the man that had devoured me on my kitchen table and left me within a span of minutes. I didn’t know this man.
I shivered and swallowed, the movement made all the more difficult with Law’s grip tightening ever so slightly, and I sucked in a ragged breath. He was controlling the air I breathed, a flex of his fingers taking away more, even as he stared at me with all the chill of a winter’s night.
What was this man capable of? I’d asked him to teach me a lesson, but thehowhad never been discussed. I suddenly wanted to know just how far I could push him.
“Over my knee, princess.”
I didn’t move. A spark of something came to life in Law’s eyes and I shivered again, watching him. What was it that he was thinking? When I didn’t move, Law blew out a sigh and shook his head.
“Now I’m going to fuck you for making me wait, but that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it, you little slut?” My clit throbbed at his words but I managed to turn my head away from him, staring out the window. When I didn’t answer him, Law gave his belt a snap. The bite of leather against my thigh had me hissing and jumping in surprise. He dropped his belt hand, two fingers sliding into the top of my pants and catching the fabric in a tight grip. He pulled me forward until I was flush against him, my ass now on top of his hardening dick. I had to bite back a moan at the feel of him pressing against the curve of my ass, but I said nothing.
“You know, I was going to spank you, but now I don’t think I will,” he said.
“What?” I asked, too shocked to stop myself. I hadn’t meant to answer him, but the spanking...well,thatI had been looking forward to. The bliss that followed in the spaces and lulls between strikes, the way my skin sang after Law painted it red with his hand, the blood singing and surging to the surface of my skin, every nerve on high alert in an explosion of euphoria when it was all over.
I had wanted that. What did he mean hewasn’tgoing to spank me?
“That’s what you want,” he said, with a little shrug of one shoulder. “But littles with no manners do not get what they want. They get what I give them, and do you know what you’re going to get, princess?”
My curiosity was awake and playing this game even if I was upset at the loss of my spanking, and again, I lost the battle with myself to stay silent. “No,” I whispered.
The hand still at my neck flexed. “They get fucked.”
“But Daddy-”
