Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Vasiah
After the spanking, I held Sera until her tears dried and her breathing evened.
But unlike last night, she couldn’t crawl into bed and shut the world out.
She had to get to work. I made sure she ate lunch—real food, not just something quick—then sent her off with water and the reminder that I expected her to text me when she arrived safely.
The quiet of her suite stretched around me once she left. I glanced at the clock, I needed to get my bags still sitting in Ezra’s guest room. If I was going to make good on my promise, I needed to move in properly. By the time she came back, I wanted there to be no doubt—I was staying.
The guest room was easy enough to claim, but what stopped me cold was the kitchen. Bare cupboards. A fridge that looked more like a college dorm than a grown woman’s space. A few condiments, half a carton of orange juice, takeout containers stacked in the recycling bin.
My lips pressed into a line. No wonder she was fidgety, tired, and easily irritable. Her body was running on sugar and scraps.
That wouldn’t do. Not anymore.
I pulled out my phone, ordered groceries—fresh produce, proteins, pantry staples—and had them delivered within the hour.
Then I rolled up my sleeves, tied her one cartoon apron around my waist, and set to work.
By the time she walked back in that evening, the suite smelled like roasted chicken, garlic potatoes, and buttered green beans.
She froze in the doorway, her nose twitching, eyes widening. “You… cooked?”
I turned from the stove, smiling faintly. “I don’t just scold and spank, little one. Sit. Wash your hands first.”
She obeyed, sliding into her seat at the table, though I noticed the restless way her fingers tapped against the surface, her knee bouncing under the table, and the way she shifted in her seat.
At first, she tried to hide it. Tried to force herself still. But I’d been watching submissives for years—I knew nervous fidgeting when I saw it.
I set her plate down, then crouched beside her chair so we were eye-level. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she blurted, eyes darting away.
I tilted my head. “Is it soreness? Bruising?”
Her gaze snapped back, indignant. “No.”
I let it fly for now since feeding her was more important. But after her behavior continued through dinner, I’d had enough.
“Strip.”
Her breath caught. “What? Here?”
“Yes. Here. Now.” My voice softened, but there was no room for debate.
Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, but slowly, shakily, she peeled out of her jeans.
And the truth revealed itself. Not bruising. Not discomfort. Arousal. Her thighs pressed together, the flush high on her chest, the way her breathing hitched when the air hit her damp skin. But there was no hiding the dampness in the seat of her panties.
Understanding dawned. “Oh,” I murmured. “So that’s the problem.”
Her face went crimson. “Shut up.”
I arched my brow. “Try again.”
She clenched her jaw, defiance radiating. “I said, shut—”
The chair scraped the floor as I pulled it back, sat in her seat, and pulled her over my lap again. The first crack of my palm against her bare skin made her gasp. She twisted, not away from me—but toward me. Grinding, needy, her wetness soaking against my thigh as I disciplined her.
Her whimpers shifted into soft moans, her hips betraying her body’s desperation.
I stilled my hand, my voice low against her ear. “You’re aching, aren’t you, little one? You’ve been needing me since this afternoon, haven't you?”
She trembled. “Y-yes…” Her cheeks on both her ass and her face matched in color. The blushing Little was embarrassed about her excitement.
“Then you have a choice.” I dragged my fingers along the inside of her thigh, not touching where she wanted me most. “Do you want my mouth on you… or my fingers strumming your clit until you scream?”
Her answer was instant, breathless. “Mouth. Please.”
“Good girl.”
I guided her across the room and laid her on the couch, spreading her thighs, and lowered myself between them. Sera gasped as the reality of the situation dawned on her.
“Eyes on me,” I commanded her.
Her inhale was unmistakable. “Yes…”
“Yes, what?” I prompted her while nibbling along her cleft.
“Mistress…”
“That’ll do.”
Her taste was intoxicating, her cries addictive. I devoured her with patience and precision, working her until she shattered once…
Gripping her thighs, caressing her softness with the underside of my tongue, before gently pulling her clit into my mouth. Her body arched toward me, and I pulled back to let her slip between my lips. I kissed along her labia, down to her opening, and teased it with the sides of my tongue.
“Oh god!” She swore.
“You can call me Mistress, Daddy, Madame V, but I am not god. Not even to the Little one who wants me to restore her world to normal after shattering her soul. Understood, babygirl?” I began kissing her pretty pussy all over again.
“Yes, Ma’am… Sir…”
I chuckled. “I’m definitely a woman.”
“But you said ‘Daddy’.”
“You would think that one who prefers toys, stuffies, and play would understand something as minor as genders. Women can be Daddies just as much as men. And quite the opposite.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl.”
“Now tell me, how would you like to refer to me? Hmm?” She was dripping sweetness and I needed a taste so I lapped at her to get one.
Full bodied. Sweet in that way that women are, but uniquely Seraphina.
To get better acquainted with her, I went in for more.
Tongue working inside to draw more from her.
My tongue clucked against her, exposing how much I was enjoying my current task.
“I…”
“Mhm…” I moaned against her as I continued on.
“I…”
“Mmm…” I loved how out of sorts she was. Needy. Stuttering and stammering, she was exactly where I wanted her to be. Focused on me and not in her head.
“I… I…”
I swirled my tongue as I withdrew it, immediately needing more of her.
Why did she taste so damn good? It was like I couldn’t get enough.
Lost in her flavor, needing to feel her body moving toward me, hearing her delectable moans and heavy breathing, and daring her to freefall into bliss…
I was addicted. Unable to stay away from the treat between her thighs for long.
“Fuck,” I murmured as I withdrew and then went back inside. Then, I drew my tongue upward, exiting her canal, up and over her labia, and across her clit.
Sera tried to move away and I pulled her back into the spot I required her to be in.
“Right… here,” I said firmly.
“Ohh!” she cried out.
Again, I trailed the same pattern. Her body shook, spasming in response. Demanding more for her release. I met each request until she vibrated so much that she seemed to levitate. Then I started again.
Then again…
And again. Three waves of release wrecked her body, leaving her limp and trembling against the cushions.
Clawing for freedom. I wasn’t having that.
I kissed over her thighs, her stomach, and then back between to her pussy to clean up the mess I’d made.
She twitched and whimpered, and moaned out her last plea for mercy.
The desperation that laced her cries told me all I needed to know. She was exhausted and needed reprieve.
Afterward, I gathered her very sated body into my arms. I kissed over her damp face, moving away any of her stray strands of hair.
When she was calm and breathing correctly, I carried her to the bath and sank her into bubbles.
I washed her hair, massaged her shoulders, and kissed the shell of her ear, She shivered in response.
“You’re so quiet now,” I said while rinsing the soap from her body.
“I don’t know what to say or where to begin.” She sighed.
“Start by telling me your initial thoughts.” I squatted next to the tub, waving my hand through the warm water.
“The only thing that comes to mind is ‘thank you’.”
“For?”
“For making me feel cared for. I really appreciate this.”
I nodded. “Good girl. You’re welcome. And thank you for being honest. Keep doing that and I’ll run out of ways to spoil you, little one.”
Sera smiled, leaned her head back on the towel, and closed her eyes.
When she was soft and pliant, I helped her out of the tub and toweled her off before getting her pajamas then putting them on her.
I tucked her into bed with a fleece blanket and found a story on my apps library to read to her.
Her lashes fluttered as I read aloud, her body relaxed, her lips curving faintly even in half-sleep.
By the time I whispered, “Goodnight, my good girl,” she was already drifting off, safe in my care.