Page 92 of Crazed

Katiya bites her lip.

"You really are beautiful," Chanel tells her.

Satisfied with this little pre-game show, I offer, "That's all for now, Chanel."

"Thank you, sir," she replies, then takes the dessert tray away.

When she pulls the curtain and disappears behind it, I rise and guide Katiya to the couch. I stand behind her, my arm circled around her waist and body flush to hers. Leaning down to her ear, I murmur, "You loved every minute of that, didn't you?"

"Yes," she whispers, slightly trembling against me. She grasps my thighs and closes her eyes.

"Whispering isn't going to hide anything. The microphones all around us may be tiny and hidden, but they pick up everything," I admit.

She opens her eyes and pins them on mine. The same look she gave me before I restrained her in front of the window and put on the ball and gag fills her face.

"It's time for your punishment. Daddy isn't going to be easy on you," I warn, adding, "But you don't want me to be, do you?"

"No, Daddy. Please. Don't go easy on me," she breathes.

I almost ask her if she knows what she did to be punished but decide against it. Microphones can't be on when I make her admit she's hiding something with the Abruzzos from me. Instead, I push it as far to the back of my mind as possible and question, "You agree you've been naughty?"

"Yes."

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'm only smacking the right cheek. It's going to sting more than normal. Is that what you want me to do?" I taunt, not doubting she wants it.

Her voice cracks as she replies, "Please, Daddy."

Satisfaction sears through me. It's like a flower blooming, taking in all the sunshine. I release her, sit, and pat my legs. "Assume your position."

She bites her smile then crawls over my lap so her ass is in the air. She turns her head, bats her eyes, and asks, "Is this okay, Daddy?"

"It's a start," I declare, open the drawer next to me, and pull out a pair of handcuffs. "Fingers laced together."

Katiya obeys, and I close the cuffs around her wrists.

I demand, "Stretch your arms as far as possible."

She pushes them out in front of her on the seat. I push a button, and a chain drops from the ceiling. I attach it to the O-ring then hit another button. It moves the restraint farther away until there's no slack.

"Face to the left," I order. There's a mirror on that wall, and I don't know if Katiya likes to watch others, but she gets off seeing herself. Plus, I need to see her eyes to know when to stop.

She turns her head, and her growing excitement is reflected in the mirror.

"Daddy's going to make you watch. Bad girls need punishments, and you'll watch every part," I order.

She locks eyes with me in the mirror and swallows hard.

I study my dolce, wearing only the dainty lace bra and thong. Her creamy skin is beautiful, and her arousal flares in my nostrils. I take several breaths, calming my insides, finding the control I need to do this without truly hurting her.

It's a delicate balance between pain and pleasure, and I'm fully aware this requires discipline. I caress her ass with my left palm. I run my right hand up her spine, and a tiny whimper flies out of her mouth.

I raise my hand in the air then bring it down on her right cheek.

"Oh!" she blurts out, jerking her hands. The sound of the chain scraping the leather seat hit my ears.

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