Page 68 of Tamed

She needed someone to trust. Someone to care for her. Someone to protect her. Someone to make her feel secure. And someone to fuck her the way her bratty little soul demanded.

Someone had to step up and that someone was me.

“I don’t think so,” she said mulishly, despite her obvious arousal. “Let me go.”

“No. You wanted to be mine, Isabel, and this is what it means. I get to decide what you need and what’s good for you, especially when you’re getting in your own way.”

“Don’t you—”

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I interrupted, deciding to end this argument and now. “You need to stop pushing. You need to stop fighting. That’s all you’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks and I’m tired of it. Tonight, you’re going to obey me. Tonight, you’re going to do everything I say and you’ll do it without protest. Not one single fucking word, understand?”

“That’s not fair. That’s—”

I pulled her hair sharply to get her attention and she broke off on a little gasp. “I asked you a question. Answer me.”

“Yes,” she said sulkily. “I understand.”

“Understand, what?”

Her lush mouth still red from my kisses hardened. ‘I…”

“You know what to call me.”

Her cheeks flamed. “You’ve got to be—”

I jerked her head back harder. “I gave you an order, little girl.”

She swallowed, her gaze dipping to my mouth and then back again. “Jesus, okay, okay. I…I understand…D-Daddy.”

Hunger kicked hard inside me at the hesitant way she said the word, her voice all husky and uncertain, and at the direction of her gaze. At her own hunger for me and what I could give her.

“Good girl,” I murmured. “That’s what I like to hear. So, when I ask you a question, I expect you to give me an answer immediately and I expect it to be the truth. I also expect you to tell me if you’re uncomfortable. Red light for stop. Orange for maybe. Green light for go.”

“But I—”

“Speak when you’re spoken to and not before, and there will definitely be no talking back. No matter how mad you are at me.”

Frustration flickered over her face. It was obvious she didn’t like any of this, not one bit, and that was a trust issue, though whether it was me she didn’t trust or herself, I didn’t know. Another thing to work on tonight.

“Are we clear?” I prompted, wanting her to say the words out loud.

Her mouth compressed. “Yes.”

I raised a brow, waiting for the rest of it.

Her jaw firmed, but there was the telltale sign of a flush in her cheeks. “Yes, Daddy.”

She didn’t stutter this time, yet I caught unmistakable defiance in the words.

Little brat. Some lessons were going to be needed. Lessons in trusting me and herself with her own desires. Something else I’d handled badly that night in Arcadia. I’d been fighting my own desire for her, yet I’d given her everything she wanted. Then I’d snatched it away, teaching her that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t want this, making her doubt herself.

I didn’t want her doubting now.

“Is that defiance, I hear?” I asked softly. “Are you being oppositional, little girl?”

She was still blushing beautifully, and when her gaze dropped to my mouth once again, she licked her lips as if she was expecting a treat. “M-Maybe.”

Interesting. She’d gotten off on the spanking I’d given her in Arcadia in a big way and it was clear she was hoping for more of the same now.

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