Page 112 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

I ran my teeth over my bottom lip.

“Let them listen. It’s no worse than the requests my clients make of my staff. Haven’t you missed daddy’s cock inside you? Don’t you want me to stretch you out so you cry when you come?”

Ari didn’t respond. She stared out over the club floor, her eyes betraying the desire coursing through her veins at my words. I slid my hand from under hers so I could place it on her bare thigh, my fingers brushing her delicate skin. She let out a harsh breath, her red cheeks darkening.

“No? Mmm, that’s disappointing. I had planned on rewarding you for being so patient. Unless you want me to punish you instead? Is that it? Do you want me to gag you so you can’t beg me to stop?”

She bit down on her lip before turning her face into mine and pressing her lips against my ear.

“I’ve been a good girl, daddy, please don’t punish me.”

“I have plans for you later, little fairy. If you want to continue being a good girl, you’ll behave for daddy by watching the show and making it very clear to everyone here you belong to me. Do you understand?”

For a moment she didn’t speak, then she tightened her hold on my thigh.

“Where’s my collar, daddy?”

“In my pocket.”

“Put it on me.”

“As you wish.”

She sat back as I let her go so I could slip it out of my pocket. Ari allowed me to place the leather collar around her neck. The leash hung down from the metal ring. She picked it up and handed it to me. After I took it from her, she slipped off the padded seat and settled herself on her knees between my spread legs. She wrapped her hand around my calf and rested her cheek on my thigh.

Arianna made it crystal clear to everyone here tonight she was my little obedient pet. My queen made me fucking proud of her. And I was going to make sure she was thoroughly rewarded before the night was over.

Thirty Seven

Zayn

Ari remained obedient the whole evening. She sat at my feet, watching the various dancers and shows. I had one of the girls get us refreshments to keep her from getting dehydrated and hungry. Like the good little pet she was, Ari allowed me to feed her and make sure she sipped her drinks. She stayed quiet when a few clients approached me to talk business. My girl proved she was my queen by behaving and not letting her inner brat out. Of course, I knew she would eventually do something to push my buttons. Ari couldn’t help it. She liked being punished as much as I enjoyed making her submit.

The club cleared out around midnight, the staff going about their cleaning tasks around the room. I pulled Ari into my lap and stroked her back as she rested her head on my shoulder.

“You’ve been a good girl for me,” I murmured as I rested my cheek on the top of her head.

“Thank you, daddy. I wanted to make you proud of me.”

“I’m very proud of you, my little fairy queen.”

She snuggled closer, wrapping her hand around my neck and stroking her fingers along one of my tattoos.

“Are you going to take me back to my dad’s?”

I shook my head.

“No, I need you home… as long as you want to be there with me.”

“You’re my home, Zayn. Wherever you are is where I want to be.”

Her words made my chest tighten. I felt the same way about her. My house was empty without her presence.

I watched the staff disappear from the room, knowing they would give us privacy. I’d asked Liza to relay the message to them earlier.

“We’re not going quite yet.”

She raised her head from my shoulder and met my eyes.

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