25. Chapter Twenty-Four
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
MARGERY
E than left soon after. He told her she needed to stay in the room while he took care of some things. Like she was going to stay in the room.
The first thing she tried was the door, but he had locked it. She found some tweezers in the bathroom that she could attempt to pick the lock with. Sadly, she didn’t know what she was doing. She figured it looked easy on the television and that it would be easy in person.
But she was wrong.
Margery gave up after a couple of minutes. The next thing she tried was the window. Margery worked out she was on the second floor, but maybe there was a tree nearby. Unfortunately, it was like Ethan knew what she was thinking and had bolted it.
Margery was so angry at Ethan. How could he do this? She had asked him several times before he left to let her go. Every single time, he told her he wouldn’t. That she was his and she was never going to leave .
Would she ever see Adalisa again? Would she ever see the outside world? Margery didn’t know if Ethan was going to allow her to leave freely. But if she stayed, then what?
She walked to the door and started to pound on it. Maybe somebody in the house would take sympathy on her and let her out. They had to know she was in here. Were they going to keep her in there? Maybe she could get one of them to open it if she was loud enough.
“Let me out!” she yelled. “Let me out of here!”
She continued to pummel the door, trying to make as much noise as she possible. Margery didn’t know if anyone else was in the house. What if it was Ethan’s house, and she was the only one there except him? Then, she would have wasted all this energy.
But she needed to try for her own sanity.
What if she lost an opportunity because she didn’t attempt to get out? She didn’t want to have any regrets.
“Let me the fuck out!” she screamed. “I’m being held against my will. Help me!”
If there were people in the house, would they be his housekeepers or his men? Did he even have a housekeeper? If it was only his men, she could guarantee they wouldn’t help her. But maybe if the house staff would sympathize with her.
She pulled her leg back and swung it forward, kicking the door. Her foot ached, but it made a loud noise, which was what she wanted. Maybe then someone would stop.
“Fuck you!” she screeched, getting angrier by the second. “Fuck you, Ethan. Let me fucking out right now!”
Margery didn’t necessarily like cursing, but she was getting so angry, and it felt justified.
Right as she was about to start banging on the door some more, it swung open.
“You’ve been a naughty girl.” Ethan walked through the door.
She took several steps back and started to rock on her heels. Margery hadn’t heard Ethan come up to the door. How had she missed that? His footsteps were normally heavy, They were when he left, but it was like he appeared out of thin air now.
“I have not!” she exclaimed.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, making himself taller and bigger. Her shoulders hunched, making her shrink.
“You have, and you know it,” Ethan said calmly
“I have not. I haven’t done anything.”
Margery knew she should be careful with what she said, but she couldn’t help it. Ethan could do anything to her before she knew it. He was so much more skilled than her.
“Cursing is one of your rules. It’s not allowed, and you’ve just said four curse words.”
“We have not gone over my rules!” Margery raised her voice.
“So, you agree that you need them. Well, this was a rule we had a long time ago. You know how I feel about you cursing. It’s not ladylike, and it’s definitely not Little appropriate.”
“I’m not Little right now.”
Ethan gripped her chin with his fingers. “Doesn’t matter. You know those rules apply when you are Little and when you aren’t. ”
She glared at him and pulled her chin from his grip.
“You can’t discipline me. You’re not my Daddy.
“You wanna bet?” His voice was deeper and more commanding. She looked away from him and gripped the side of her pants.
“Am I making you nervous?”
She shook her head. “N-no.”
He took a step closer to her. “I think I am,” he whispered. “I think you are nervous about me punishing you but also aroused. I think you want to know if I’ll follow through.”
“I never said that.” Margery put her hands on her hips.
“You didn’t have to. Your body did.”
Stepping back, she shook her head and looked in his direction. “I didn’t.”
But maybe she did. While she was nervous about him punishing her, she had always wanted him to. When they were younger, she tried to be a good girl and follow every rule he gave her. She didn’t want to disappoint him, so she followed every rule.
But now?
Now, she wanted to break a rule to get punished. Technically, she did break a rule a couple of minutes ago. A rule she didn’t think still applied.
Margery had completely forgotten about the rules Ethan had given her. He had died, and eighteen years went by.
“I think you so desperately want me to spank you, punish you somehow. Your body is begging me to, but your mind is holding you back. ”
His voice was smooth, and all she wanted to do was nod and agree. Because he was right. Nothing he said was wrong.
Why did he have to be right? Why couldn’t he have been wrong? What was worse was that he knew he was right.
“Now, what are we going to do about you being naughty?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Forget about it? But if you can’t do that, then maybe a lesser punishment because it’s been over eighteen years. But I totally think we should just forget about it.”
He chuckled. “Of course you would want me to just forget about it. But I don’t think I can do that. I wouldn’t be a good Daddy if I let you get away with things.”
“You could be a nice Daddy.”
Maybe if she played along by calling him Daddy, he would give her grace. But she knew it was a mistake because Daddy rolled off her tongue. She absolutely loved the way it sounded. Especially when she so desperately wanted a Daddy of her own.
“I think you should stand in the corner. You’re not ready for a spanking yet.”
He didn’t think she was ready for one? She was always ready for one. Okay, that might be a lie, but it angered her to know that he was going to go light on her.
Margery hit the side of her head. She shouldn’t be thinking that. She should be trying to get away from him.
“Why are you slapping your head? Don’t do that again.”
She ignored him and hit her head again. The thoughts weren’t getting any better. Part of her wanted him to take control and be the Daddy she had always wanted. But the other part of her didn’t .
Okay, maybe she was just lying to herself, but he had stalked her and killed for her. She shouldn’t be turned on. Everything in her should have been telling her to scream and run.
Maybe because she knew he was alive it was better, and she was accepting it. When she didn’t know if he was alive, it freaked her out. At first, she thought it was some random person who was out to kidnap and then kill her. And while Ethan was dangerous, she knew he wasn’t going to kill her. But now, looking back on it, part of her was happy he had come back into her life.
Ethan grabbed her hand and placed it above her head. Before she could react, he grabbed the other one and did the same.
“You are not allowed to hurt yourself. It’s one of the rules. No harm,” he growled. “If I see you hit yourself one more time, you will be over my lap.”
She blinked several times, trying to process his words.
“So, you aren’t going to spank me?”
“I think you want me to. But I’m not going to give it to you. Instead, you’re going to stand in the corner like a good Little girl until I tell you to come out.”
“I’ll take the spanking,” Margery replied.
She didn’t want to stand in the corner. She remembered standing in the corner when she was younger, and it was horrible. To be there in her own thoughts, was torture. Having to be quiet and stand still. She could never do that.
“Ah, I think corner time will be more efficient this time. Off you go. Legs spread , your bottom out, and your nose in the corner. If you move, the time starts over. If you talk any, the time starts over.”
Ethan let go of her arms, and she stood there. There was no way she was going in the corner and doing her time. He wasn’t the boss of her.
“Do I need to count?” He raised an eyebrow.
But she didn’t move. Margery thought he wasn’t going to, but she should have known otherwise.“One.”
She did everything in her power to stand still and give no reaction.
“Two.”
Her eyes went wide, and she quickly turned around and made her way toward the corner. She had read several books about the Daddy getting to three and it not ending well. What if Daddy added more time in the corner? She didn’t want that. What if he added lines? Penmanship had never been her friend, and she knew she would have to do the lines over and over.
“That’s what I thought. Next time, remember I’m not playing.”
She spread her legs a little, put her bottom out, and her nose in the corner. It was a position that made her aware of everything. She was getting wetter and wetter as the seconds went by.
“Legs further apart,” Daddy commanded.
Everything in her wanted to defy him. Who gave him the right to tell her how far her legs needed to be spread? Or how far her bottom needed to stick out?
“I do, Little one. ”
Her mouth hung open and she stared at the wall. Had she really said that out loud?
“Yes, you did. And if you continue to speak, even if you don’t realize it, your time will restart.”
She wanted to turn around and stick her tongue out at him. How could she control herself if she didn’t even know she was speaking? It didn’t seem fair, but a lot of things didn’t seem at the moment.
“Next time, you’ll be naked. No arguments. I’m being lenient on you by allowing you to have clothes on.”
The thought of standing in the corner with her legs spread, on display, turned her on. To know and feel him watching her.
A shiver ran through her body as she got turned on even more.
“Do you like the thought of being completely naked and having corner time? Is it being naked, or is it knowing Daddy will be watching?”
Margery kept her mouth shut. She figured he wanted an answer, but she didn’t want to speak and have her time restart. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but surely, she couldn’t be in the corner for much longer.
“You can answer Daddy. You’re not going to get in trouble for answering.”
Margery didn’t know if she wanted to answer, though. It would give away what she was feeling. But she knew there was no way she would get away with not answering.
“Margery.” He wasn’t letting her get away with this.
She sighed. “Both.”
“I couldn’t hear you. ”
“I said both,” she huffed.
“Good. It will just add to your punishment. Because naughty girls don’t get pleasure after their punishment.”
She had a feeling he was going to say that. In every book she’d read, the Daddy said the exact same thing. Maybe not in those words, but there was no pleasure after being disciplined, at least for the Little.
If she had to do this again, which she knew she would, she would have to think about something. Maybe ugly cats or ugly snails. Something that would help her not be so turned on.
“You can come out now.”
Quickly, Margery turned around and ran toward Daddy, flinging her arms around him.