Page 69 of Tamed

That would not be happening.

I let her go and stepped back.

Her eyes widened.

I gave her a smile that held nothing of amusement in it, then drew myself up to my full height, letting her sense my authority.

“There will be punishments for little girls who don’t do what they’re told,” I said. “Punishments you won’t enjoy. Now….” I dropped my voice. “Take your clothes off for Daddy.”

19

Isabel

Daddy.

God. I couldn’t believe I was getting off on that and yet there was no denying it. There was a deep throb between my thighs, my pulse was racing, and my mouth was dry. My scalp was still prickling from where he’d pulled my hair. which only added to the sensation overload.

Part of me was horrified at myself for liking it, while another part only wanted to take my clothes off and call him Daddy till the end of time. Or maybe not obey him and have him punish me, because apparently being punished turned me on.

I had no idea what to do with any of that.

I was supposed to be done with authority figures, done with being overprotected. Done with being treated like a child. So, it didn’t make any sense that part of me wanted desperately to be his little girl. the thought of following his orders making me dizzy with desire.

You want to please him.

Ugh. Sadly, that night in Arcadia had only made that more and more apparent. I hated the thought of it though, because while I might be in love with him, I hadn’t been put on this earth solely to please Caleb Cross.

‘It will never be just one night, Isabel…once you’re mine, you stay mine…’

I still couldn’t get that out of my head. The possessiveness in his voice as he’d said the words had stolen my breath and even now, I hadn’t gotten it back. Not when those words resonated inside me, the thrill of hearing them still echoing through my entire body.

I’d been expecting him to walk out that door, not stay. Not stride towards, thrust his hands in my hair and inform me that I was his. It was what I’d always wanted, always. So much so that I hadn’t listened to all his warnings because none of them mattered. I didn’t care. What mattered was that Caleb had stayed and he wanted me.

He wantedme.He wanted me to be his.

Except now I wondered just what the hell that meant. Longer than a night, he’d indicated, but did that mean weeks? Months? Years? And telling Dad…

“You will care. When you realize that the cage I’ll put you in isn’t any kinder than your father’s, and that I won’t let you leave it.”

I shook away that thought. I’d sort through all the implications later, but not now. Now, I had to figure out my own confused feelings about all this daddy stuff.

“What kind of punishments?” I asked, partly because I wanted to know and partly to put off the moment I had to obey him, even though a large of part of me was screaming to just do what he said and be done with it.

He looked down at me, six foot five of masculine demand and authority, and God help me if that didn’t make the throb between my thighs even more intense. “Why? Hoping for another spanking?”

I flushed, because that’s exactly what I’d been hoping for, and naturally he could read me like an open book. “Then what?” I shouldn’t have made it a demand and I knew it. He’d told me that he was tired of me pushing, but I couldn’t help it. I had to draw a line in the sand somewhere, assert myself somehow, because if I gave him an inch, he’d take my whole fucking world. I was so much younger than he was, so much less experienced. All the power was with him and calling him Daddy… Well, perhaps that was what made me so uncomfortable. Perhaps I didn’t want to give him any more power than he already had.

“Tell me,” I said, my heart racing. “What will you do instead? If I say no?”

He didn’t move, his expression impenetrable. “I won’t ask again, Isabel.”

So, he was going to be an asshole about this, was he? Well, I could be an asshole too. “No,” I snapped.

He lifted a brow. “No?”

“No, I’m not going to take my clothes off.” I felt furious and unsettled, nervous tension knotting and coiling inside me. “I don’t want to do what you say and I’m not going to call you fucking daddy.” My voice had gotten louder, and the words echoed around the living room weirdly.

You fucking idiot. He told you he was tired of you fighting. What if he decides you’re too much trouble and walks away?

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