Chapter Five
Luna
There were so many times today when I'd wanted to shout and laugh with the wonder of it all.
I'd only seen the main parts of Glasgow, but already I was in love with Scotland and never wanted to leave.
That wasn't the best part, though; it was Artair.
He seemed as blown away as I was, and he'd been born here.
In fact, his bloodline had originated here several hundred years ago.
It wasn't until seeing the sunset that I realized I'd had enough magic for one day and was in need of an entirely different kind of wonderment—Artair.
He'd been so good to me, and I wanted to let him know how much I appreciated his patience playing tour guide and gifting me with an incredible new wardrobe.
He surprised me, though, with his intensity during the sunset. All thoughts of showing him appreciation quickly fled, replaced with a deep-seated hunger to be at his mercy and feel him inside of me.
Last night had been mind-blowing. I'd never been spanked before, and despite the pain, the pleasure morphed into the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.
I hoped to have another one tonight. Mind you, I didn't have a whole lot of experience to compare it to, at least not in real time.
Having grown up poor, I'd started an account on FeetingFans in my teens, when feet were a new rage and in the early days of becoming a thing.
The one extracurricular my parents were able to offer had unknowingly become the key to making money online.
I'd chosen ballet, and there was a strength and, from what I've been told, a sexy deformity from wearing pointe shoes that people wanted.
I made money fast on the app, enough to apply to college after graduating high school and pay my tuition up front for my first year, including living quarters.
In university, I'd managed to get my hands on a pair of used Jimmy Choos at a high-end, gently used store in Vancouver and grown a second account on the site. No one knew about my extracurriculars. My parents believed me when I said I'd gotten a full ride to SFU.
I'd packed the shoes for my trip, in case I decided to stay abroad longer and needed to make money while being away.
I had them shoved in a sack at the very bottom of the backpack that I used as my daytime purse.
But with the recent events of being outed on my original account by an asswipe of a stalker, I'd stopped doing videos when he asked me to shove my toe shoe somewhere it shouldn't be.
In that moment, I was tossed into a life I didn't understand, nor was I prepared for.
It was all fun and games until it wasn't. As it was, the account I'd grown the largest on was my primary source of income, but I still had my thesechoosweremadeforwalking account, and thankfully I'd had the foresight to use a completely different IP address when I started it.
Still, when I'd left Vancouver, I couldn't shake the feeling that my creepy account guy, oofootlover, was somehow stalking me.
Being with Artair had helped me stabilize and forget much of my paranoid thinking.
My desires overrode any worries. I wanted more of last night: his hands marking my bottom, and I needed to feel his hard length buried inside me, taking me on a journey that offered me a mental vacation from my worries.
He was a lawyer. What would he think of me if he knew the truth about who I was? I doubted he'd help me if push came to shove. What would his peers think of him spending time with a college dropout who sold pictures of her feet on the internet?
Artair was wealthy; this was evident from the almost mile-long driveway that led to the family castle and by the fact that he had a family castle.
I didn't know a darn thing about the wealthy families in Scotland or who was who, but it was clear that the McFarlanes were one of them.
He was part of what he referred to as the peerage, a representative in the House of Commons.
If what I did leaked out, it could end his career.
That was a sobering thought, but I promised myself I'd leave before I'd let that happen.
For now, being here with him, scrutinized by his hungry gaze, I was exactly where I wanted to be.
His intensity sent tingles of heat to all the right places. Being the center of this man's attention was a dream come true. I needed this and was pretty sure he did too. He sat down on a great chaise lounge situated at the foot of his bed and drew me between his legs.
“Luna, this is not a punishment, but I will press the limits of your endurance.”
Music to my ears. “Test away, Daddio.” I couldn't hold back the little smirk when his eyes rounded. I guessed he hadn't expected my glib remark.
He reached around and squeezed the flesh of my bottom. “You like being cheeky.”
It wasn't a question.
“Taming you will be so much fun.”
A frisson of nerves speared me, but those quickly settled in the wake of his twinkling eyes that held an excitement to match my own. His deep, growly voice echoed through my flesh, bringing on a bout of shivers.
“Are you going to obey me, Luna?”
I gulped. This suddenly felt very real, and I didn't know if I was ready to completely obey anyone.
I never had before and had been known mostly as a silly, disobedient young woman by my peers.
I had purposely disobeyed many things growing up and had often fallen into trouble as a result.
But that wasn't who I was; he'd seen right through me before I'd been aware he existed.
Maybe this was a chance to be who I truly was and let myself shine through my brattiness.
“I'll do my best, Sir,” I said, and I meant it.
He searched my eyes a moment longer, stripping me bare of all my armor. “Over my lap, little one. It's time for you to fly.”
If by flying, he meant more of what happened last night, then I was all in. He tipped me over his muscular thighs in one deft movement. With my denim jeans serving as a frame for my bottom, I was left feeling vulnerable and unsure, and my hands flew back to cover myself before he'd even begun.
“Being naughty already, little one?”
How could I explain the vulnerability that showed up unannounced and waylaid me?
He sat me up on his lap. Unbidden tears escaped, tracking down my cheeks and dripping off my chin.
“Tell me what's bothering you, Luna.”
“I don't know!” I cried out.
He crushed me to his chest, rocking us from side to side. “If I use a thick baroque accent, will that make you feel better?” He spoke in a low, guttural language I didn't recognize, except that he sounded like Jamie Fraser from Outlander, and I really, really liked it.
I couldn't hold back the giggles. “You're full of surprises, Daddy.”
He released me from the tight embrace and pinned me with his gaze.
“You aren't afraid of me, are you?”
“No. Definitely not. Honestly, life has been pretty nice since we met. I just felt vulnerable, and that scared me.”
He appeared to ponder what I shared. “I think we need to feed you before we move on. Would you be more comfortable in your hotel room?”
Crap! Now I've gone and done it. I crossed my arms and pouted.
It was my defense move, as well as me digging in my heels.
“No. I said I felt vulnerable. Why are you turning this into something bigger than it is?” My voice had been slowly rising, and despite knowing this, I was incapable of stopping myself.
Sliding off his lap and standing, I pulled up my pants. “This is stupid. I'm going home.” I only took one step before being stopped and tossed once more over Artair's thighs.
“I see you need a lesson in how to speak honestly and calmly.”
His hand landed on my bottom with way more force than last night. I squealed in shock at the heat penetrating through my jeans. His hand was like a paddle, swatting my naughty bottom without mercy. I howled with each stroke, kicking my legs and fighting him.
“You're mean!” I screamed.
“Actually, I'm quite reasonable,” he responded calmly. He tugged my pants down to where they'd been before and stood up, placing my knees on the chaise lounge he'd just vacated, with my chest on the bed. “Stay,” he ordered.
I glared over my shoulder. “What if I don't want to?” Why was I challenging this man and making it harder on myself?
I'd never understood how I could suddenly lose my shit, but here it was, rearing its ugly head once again, only this time with someone who meant business.
There was no way in hell he was going to let me get away with the nonsense that others had overlooked in the past.
“But you do want it, lass, or you wouldn't be acting like a little brat.”
I couldn't deny his statement and stayed in place, but still glared at him over my shoulder. I wouldn't completely comply yet. He needed to prove to me that he was worthy to be called Daddy, or Sir, but as to why this was suddenly important, I couldn't say.
Artair tugged his belt through the loops, folded it in half, and, with his eyes on mine, purposely snapped it.
The loud sound broke me out of my defiance, but it was too late to take back what I'd said, and I watched in fascination as the belt cut through the air and heard the crack of it landing on my unprotected flesh seconds before the bloom of stinging heat engulfed my backside.
“Owie!”
“You will receive eleven more strokes of the belt, Luna, and if you can stay still, your punishment will end there. If not, then you will receive twelve more and then sit naked on the floor at my side and eat your dinner from my hand.”
His words shocked me to my core, enough so that when the next lash landed, I was so busy processing what sitting naked on the floor at his feet would be like that the fiery stripe he left was secondary to my thoughts.