Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up in my own bed and moaned slightly as I stretched, feeling the aches and bruises from the night before. I was usually a light sleeper, but the event of the night had pretty much knocked me out. I also couldn’t remember sleeping so soundly, and it happened after I had sex with Leon.

I had sex with Leon!

That realization hit me like a brick, and I came fully awake. The events of the night began to play in my head, starting from him pulling out a leather blindfold from his pocket to kissing him for the first time and then the sex. Oh my God! The sex. I was in no way a rookie when it came to sex, but I could confidently declare that no one had ever made love to me the way Leon did.

And it was not just about the restraints and getting spanked. After all, Anthony frequently demanded to tie me up and blindfold me during sex too, and I always gave in to make him happy. But that was nothing like what had happened between Leon and me last night. For one, with Leon, it didn’t feel like a performance like it did when Anthony tied me up. With him, it felt right in some way.

Also, Anthony had never made me squirt. No one ever had. Yet one night with Leon and he’d unlocked a part of my sexuality I’d never considered possible. I was not sure how to feel about the fact. As great as sex with Leon was, I couldn’t help but worry about what it would do to our relationship. He wasn’t just my manager, he was also my best friend. Perhaps last night was a mistake, a fluke that would never repeat itself.

I tamped down the feeling of disappointment I felt and reminded myself that this was for the best. I had not forgotten Leon’s proposal the night before or the fact that I’d agree to it, but I was sure he would understand that we had both been out of our minds when we did what we did. It had been three months since I broke up with Anthony, and combined with my frustration from being unable to come up with any new music, I was primed and ready to blow.

A barrage of memories from the night before crashed on me; the look in Leon’s eyes as he slipped the blindfold around my eyes, the feel of leather cuffs around my wrist, the way I moaned and whimpered as he fucked me, and then the explosive orgasm that had left me shaking and shuddering with my ore entire life.

I caught myself moaning and bit my lips before the sound could escape. Looking down, I realized my hands had somehow found their way between my legs, and I had slowly been rubbing my clit to my memories of the night before. Slowly pulling my hand away, I reminded myself again why messing with Leon was a bad idea and threw the covers off me. It was time to start the day.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I got to my feet and winced as my thighs brushed against each other. The pleasure of the night had dulled, and all that was left this morning were the aches from the night before, a telling reminder of how much more endowed Leon was than any man I’d ever been with. At least, it seemed he was.

I had only felt his erection through his pants, and now I wished he’d left my hands unrestrained so I could touch him properly, stroke his cock in my hands and maybe with my mouth too. Get a good feel of the appendage that had gone on to rock my world and left me in rapturous ecstasy. I wouldn’t even mind if he forced me to my knees and wrapped his hand around my neck as he fucked my throat.

The explicitness of the images I was coming up with was almost as shocking as the intensity of my desire to have Leon do those things to me, and I shook my head fiercely to dispel it. I was here to spark my creativity so I could write new songs, not have sexual fantasies about my manager.

Grabbing my phone, I found one of my favorite playlists and put it on before shrugging off my clothes. Walking into the bathroom, I got under the shower, ignoring the aches in my arms and between my legs as I turned on the hot water. I was standing in front of the mirror and brushing my teeth when my phone pinged, and I glanced at it.

I didn’t recognize the number, but I knew who it was as soon as I read the message. It had been three months since I found out he was cheating on me and decided I was done with him. It was the last nail in the coffin of a relationship that had been largely explosive, borderline abusive, and all-around terrible for my mental health. The problem with Anthony was that he could be charming when he wanted to be, and I had been too desperate for love to see the red flags for what they were.

Leon tried to warn me several times, and we had even fought over it. In the end, I’d seen the truth, and the fact that the media found out about Anthony’s infidelity and I’d been left dealing with a circus of reporters and paparazzi trying to turn my personal heartbreak into media fodder was just the icing on a pretty shitty cake.

Anthony, of course, tried to worm his way back into my life almost immediately after we broke up, but I made it clear I had no intention of going back to him. So he left me alone, but only for a few weeks. He was back now, sending me messages from burner phones and even emails where he tried to remind me of the good times we shared.

As much as I hated him now, and as bad as things got in our relationship sometimes, I couldn’t deny that we also had some good times. His message was about one of those, and for a few seconds, I was transported to happier times. I snapped out of it, reminding myself of the many more bad ones, and deleted his message.

Turning the volume higher on the music, I spat into the sink and rinsed my mouth. As I raised my head and stared at my reflection in the mirror, the first lines to a song came to me, so I hurried to the bedroom, grabbing the notepad and pen by the bedside table to write down my thoughts.

In the rearview, I see the wreckage of the past.

Broken promises and shattered dreams, they didn’t last…

That was as far as I got before my mind went blank, and I was left staring at the notepad in frustration. Dropping my pen, I got to my feet with a sigh and walked across the room to the wardrobe. Putting on a clean T-shirt and jean shorts, I stepped out of the bedroom and immediately caught the scent of breakfast wafting through the air.

Intrigued, I followed the aroma to the kitchen and was surprised to find Leon standing next to the stove, flipping pancakes in a pan. A stack of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon were on the kitchen table. There was also a bowl of fruit, and I could see coffee bubbling in the coffee pot in the corner. It smelled delicious, and I heard my stomach rumble as I took a step forward.

“Morning,” Leon said, turning around to shoot me a smile. “I need to apologize about last night. And before your mind goes a hundred miles a minute, I don’t regret it. I’m sorry for leaving you alone after you came. I should have cuddled with you until you fell asleep.”

I could feel my eyes widen. What was happening here?

“A good daddy doesn’t leave his baby girl alone after something so intense. Forgive me, it won’t happen again.”

I was stunned.

“Did you sleep okay?”

I nodded mutely, still staring at the feast on the table. I was not surprised at how good it looked or smelled, and I had no doubt that it was just as delicious. What I didn’t understand was why he’d made so much food when he knew I was on a special diet. Last night, he’d made steak, and I’d gone along even though I wished he’d consulted me.

“Are we expecting guests?” I asked as I walked to the coffee machine and poured myself a cup.

“No. It’s just you and me.”

“Then who did you make all that food for?”

“Us.” He flipped the pancake one last time and turned off the stove. He added it to the stack already on the table and walked over to the fridge for the maple syrup. “Sit down and eat,” he commanded, and I was already lowering my ass on the high stool at the kitchen table before I caught myself.

“Leon, I can’t eat any of this.” I shook my head.

He set the maple syrup on the table and sat beside me. “Why not?”

“You know why.”

“Not really,” he replied, staring at me with a blank look in his eyes.

“Come on, Leon. You know I’m on a diet.”

“No, you’re not. Not while we are here. You’re mine for the next three days, remember? That means you do what I tell you to, no questions asked.”

I raised a brow. “No questions asked?”

“No questions asked,” he repeated in a deep voice, staring into my eyes. “We had a deal.”

“I didn’t know that included what I ate,” I hissed at him. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Careful,” he said softly. “It’s just a few hours into the day, and you’re close to getting on my naughty list. That means you get punished tonight.”

Remembering how he’d punished me last night, I wondered if he had any intention of fixing the gaping flaw in his system. How could he incentivize me to be a good girl when his idea of punishment was to tie me up and give me orgasms? Even getting spanked by him felt great. Maybe that was why I scowled at him instead of backing down.

“You can’t control everything I do, Leon. That makes no sense. I’m still allowed to make my own decisions.”

“No, you don’t. Not for the next three days at least.”

“Yes, I do,” I countered. “You can’t control everything I do for the next three days. What, are you going to decide when I pee too?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, and I saw his brow furrow in frustration. “Just eat the food, Kira. You and I both know you want to, and it seems I’m the only one who knows you need to. You’ll need all the energy you can get for the day I have planned for you.”

“I’m on a diet,” I repeated, wondering why he was adamant about this.

“No, you’re not. If you came to me tomorrow and told me you wanted to go on a diet for whatever reason, I would be behind you one hundred and ten percent. But you and I both know this has nothing to do with you and everything to do with that fucking asshole.”

There was only one person Leon called a fucking asshole with that much vitriol. “This has nothing to do with Anthony,” I hissed.

“No? Because before him you had no problem eating what you wanted to eat. Remember when we would go to a restaurant, and you’d order some actual food, not the goddamn salad every freaking time?” He looked into my eyes. “Seems like you forgot how to take care of yourself, so I’m going to do it for you. Eat the food, Kira.”

His words had struck a nerve, stirring memories of past arguments with Anthony. “It’s not that simple,” I whispered.

“Yes, it is,” he replied. “You have a beautiful body, Kira. Every inch of you is perfect, and I have half a mind to bend you over my knees and spank you for letting that fucking asshole make you even doubt. Now, eat that food, or I’ll make you drop to your knees and feed the entire thing to you bite by bite.”

My nipples hardened, and I felt a wave of arousal wash over me as the image he’d just painted flashed across my mind. He either sucked at giving ultimatums, or he’d mastered the art of persuasion because I grabbed my bowl of egg and pulled it closer.

“Fine,” I said, picking up the fork and stabbing the food with it. “I’ll eat the damn food.”

I took one bite and held back a moan as the taste exploded in my mouth. This was better than delicious. It was a bowl of fluffy white heaven, garnished with spices I couldn’t even name. The bacon tasted even better, as did the pancakes, especially when Leon reached across me and covered them in maple syrup.

“Speaking of fucking assholes,” I said with a mouthful of food, “I got a message from Anthony today.”

Leon frowned. “I thought he was blocked.”

“He was and is. I think he’s using a burner phone or something. Don’t worry. I already deleted it, and I didn’t reply.”

“Good. Maybe it’s time we consider getting a restraining order on him.”

I raised a brow. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think? I mean, he is a fucking asshole, but you and I both know he’ll never hurt me.”

“He already did,” Leon reminded me gently.

“He cheated on me. That’s not the kind of hurt I’m talking about,” I said, and Leon just stared at me until I looked away. I wondered if he knew. It happened only once, and Anthony had claimed it was a mistake. Seeing how distraught he’d been afterward, I was inclined to believe him, and to give him credit, it never happened again. Shaking my head, I told myself I was being paranoid. The fact that Anthony was still alive was proof Leon didn’t know he’d once hurt me physically.

Ten years ago, Leon heard me perform at a small club and approached me at the end of the night with a business card, promising to make me a star. He wasn’t the first person to make such a promise to me, and my previous experience had made me just a little bit wary. For six weeks, his card sat on the dashboard of my car. Then one night, I picked it up and made the call that changed my life forever.

He fulfilled his promise and made me a star, but over the years, he became more than just my manager. He was my friend and confidant. He fixed my problems before I was even aware of them, took care of me in ways I didn’t know I needed to be taken care of, and ensured I was never taken advantage of. He was the reason I managed to escape unscathed from the scandals that ruined a lot of people in my industry.

I was his first big client, and even as his agency grew bigger and he hired more people, I remained his most important client.

“No one messes with you because they’re afraid of what he would do to them,” a fellow artiste had said to me backstage at a musical festival one day, and I’d laughed in response.

“That’s why he’s my manager,” I replied.

“No, it’s more than that. It’s personal with him. You’re not just a client to him, Kira. You’re something else… Something more…”

At the time, I’d been left confused by the conclusion of our conversation. After what happened last night, I wondered if other people had seen something between Leon and me that I’d been ignorant of for so long. It had even been a bone of contention between Anthony and me, and he accused me of choosing Leon over him several times. He was not entirely wrong. I just didn’t see why that was a problem.

Now, I was eating breakfast with Leon, only a few hours after he blindfolded me, restrained me, spanked me, and then made me come so hard I squirted. Maybe Anthony had a point, and I wondered if we”d opened Pandora”s box by doing what we did last night. Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I pulled myself back to my conversation with Leon as I continued to enjoy my breakfast.

It was the best meal I’d had in months, and when guilt tried to rear its ugly head, I just reminded myself that I didn’t have a choice. Either I ate the food myself or Leon would make me eat it on my knees. Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place. I knew a hard place I wanted to be caught under…

“Kira.” Leon’s voice pulled me back from that train of thought, and I blinked several times. “Were you even listening to me?”

“Of course,” I lied, grabbing a piece of bacon and biting it even though I was already full.

“Bullshit.” His lips spread in a soft smile that made me wonder where all the air in the room had gone. “You were thinking about last night.”

“No,” I said, even though it was not a question.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, and I caught the threat underneath it.

My heart skipped a beat, and I wondered why the thought of disobeying him excited me. Was I so eager to get punished by him? Of course, I was. “I think last night was a mistake,” I blurted out and raised my head, expecting him to look disappointed or furious.

He was neither. If anything, he looked amused. “Why do you think that?”

“Come on, Leon. You know what we did was crazy. We’d both had too much to drink and…”

“Bullshit. You barely had two glasses of wine. You didn’t agree to my proposal because you were drunk, Kira. You agreed to it because you wanted to.” He got to his feet, and l was forced to look up at him. Big mistake. “You’re in desperate need of some excitement in your life, baby girl, and I’m going to make sure you get it. You and I both know you’ve been drifting aimlessly for a while, and you need someone to take control. Someone to tell you what to do…”

“Maybe,” I admitted in a whisper. It was hard to lie to him when he was looking down at me with that look in his eyes. “But what happens after here? When we get back to the real world.”

“Who cares?” he asked, cupping my face and pulling me close. “Three days, Kira. You’re mine for the next three days.”

“Fine,” I conceded. “You want to tell me what to do and when to eat? Fine. If it helps me start writing again, I’ll do anything you tell me to do. But the other part… the sex…? We don’t have to do that, do we?”

“Baby girl, that’s the most important part.” He cleared a path on the table with a sweep of his arm and lifted me from the chair like I weighed nothing. “Daddy has to make sure his baby girl is well taken care of. That means making sure she gets enough sleep, eats well, and has her sexual needs taken care of,” he said as he sat me down on the edge of the table.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled as he grabbed the edge of my shirt and pulled it over my head. His presence confused me, twisting my senses inside and out. Why else was I protesting when I was willingly allowing him to undress me in the middle of his kitchen? “Three days?” I whispered as my shorts slid down my legs.

“The weekend is ours, baby girl.” I liked it when he called me his baby girl. Liked it so much I felt a sprinkle of wetness between my legs. “How about this?” He pushed me so I lay down on the table and raised my legs so my feet were planted firmly on the table. “I won’t make you climax until you beg me to.”

“Okay,” I replied, drunk on arousal and too intoxicated by his touch to understand what I was agreeing to.

“Wrong answer,” he replied and smacked my thighs.

I gasp, feeling the shock of pain radiate outwardly to tease the edge of my labia. “But I agreed,” I cried. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“When Daddy asks you a question, how do you answer?” he asked, a look of disapproval in his eyes.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said and saw his lips curl in approval.

It made me happy to know he was pleased with me, and I shivered when his gaze dropped between my legs. Maybe it was crazy that we were doing this, but it was just for the weekend. Then we could forget all about it and never bring it up again. He was right. I was overdue some excitement in my life. I was naked on the kitchen table with Leon standing between my legs. I couldn’t think of anything more exciting.

“Now, what to do with you?” he asked, tapping his chin like he was thinking.

“You could maybe get naked and join me…”

“Silence,” he said, and I clamped my mouth shut, a little giddy from excitement. I loved this game. His hands drifted across my thigh toward my clit, and I spread my legs even wider, tipping my hip so he knew where I wanted him. A few inches to my clit, he took a detour, his touch going light until he landed on the small patch of hair that covered the junction of my thighs. “Make sure you shave before bed tonight,” he said.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped, wincing when he tugged on a few tufts of hair.

“Hands on the table and legs wide open,” he ordered in a voice that had gone several octaves deeper than just a few moments ago. “You let go of the table or try to stop me from what’s mine, and you’ll be punished. Is that understood?”

I started to nod and remembered his instructions. “Yes, Daddy,” I said as I gripped the edge of the table and pressed the soles of my feet firmly against the surface.

“Look at that,” he crooned as he parted the folds of my pussy. “All pink and wet. Tell me, Kira, is it the thought of getting punished by me that’s got you all wet and leaky?”

“No,” I said, holding back a moan as he caressed the swollen, sensitive folds between my legs.

His fingers brushed my clit with the faintest of touches, and I gasped, resisting the urge to close my knees against his hand. I’d assumed it would be easy enough to keep my legs open since I loved the things he did between them so much that I didn’t consider the possibility of the pleasure of his touch being too much for me to bear.

“Are you sure?” He looked up at me through my thighs with his head so close to my pussy that I could feel the heat of his breath against my clit. “Perhaps it’s time I remind you what being a good girl gets you.” He slid his hand between my thighs, pushing them apart before placing a soft, delicate kiss on my clit. “Then I’ll show you what Daddy does to bad girls.”

It was hard to decide what I wanted more. Hard to think when my whole body was taut with anticipation and my mind tethered on the edge of pleasure-induced insanity. His fingers parted the engorged folds of my sex, and I took a deep breath as he lowered his head, bracing myself for what I knew was coming.

I should not have bothered. His lips captured my clit, and he sucked on it, tongue sliding across it to deliver a barrage of sensation to the small bundle of nerves. My legs became weak, and I could barely hold them up. The hand gripping the table almost came loose, and it was only Leon’s voice in my head, ordering me not to let go, that kept me strong.

“Oh God!” I moaned as he kissed and sucked the soaked folds that bracketed my sex, pulling them into his mouth and savoring them until I was mindlessly calling his name. “Yes, Leon. Just like that… Your mouth… That tongue… You make me feel so good, Daddy.”

His lips caressed my clit, teasing and stroking before he sucked it into his mouth. My pussy flooded with arousal, and his tongue spread the heat round and round, over and over, until I was shaking and trembling on the table. Lightning touches were followed by deep strokes of his tongue. He was teasing me, and I wanted to grab his head and press it down, then hold him there until I exploded.

Sweat beaded across my brow, and I heard Leon murmur as he feasted on the slick heat of my juices that flooded my pussy. Every stroke built the hunger in me. Every flick of his tongue drove me wilder and wilder until my words lost all coherency. I was a bumbling idiot, too high on the pleasure to care how I sounded or what I said.

“Ooohhhh… Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, hands gripping the edge of the table slightly as I scooched forward to push my pussy right in his face. “You’re so good, Leon. Don’t stop, Daddy. Keep eating my…”

A smack across the side of my ass rocked my world and yanked me back to reality, but it was the sudden loss of Leon’s tongue that hurt more. I raised my head to watch him rise from between my legs. His lips were wet, his eyes dark and stormy. My pussy clenched in response, and I wanted to demand why he’d stopped when he spanked me again, this time harder than the first time.

“Good girls don’t tell Daddy what to do,” he said as he slapped the other side of my ass. It wasn’t a light tap either. It really stung, and I didn’t need to look to know I now carried a print of his hand. “I think you need a reminder of what Daddy does to bad girls.”

“I’m sorry,” I howled as he continued to spank me, twice on one side before moving to the other side and then back again. “Stop… Please… It hurts…”

“It’s supposed to,” he said, spanking me twice more before sliding a hand between my legs and pressing his palm against my core. My cheeks still hurt, but my pussy also pulsed against his hand, my body remembering how good it felt the last time he played between my legs. “Red,” he said as his thumb found my clit, and he began to stroke. “One word, Kira. That’s all you have to say for this to end.”

I bit back a moan and rolled my hips, undulating with soft cries as the pleasure gauge began to fill up again. There was no way I was using the safe word now. Not when it was back to feeling good. Two fingers slid into my pussy, and I clamped my lips together, holding back a cry of pleasure. My knees slid toward each other an inch or two before I remembered and pushed them back apart.

Fingers slid through the folds of flesh, and his thumb circled my clit. I gasped when he curled the digits in me, stroking the spongy tissue on the roof of my sex, and my body became taut. I could feel my wetness trickle down my sex, soaking his finger and easing each stroke.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl,” he said, fingers pushing through the thick juice that soaked my pussy. “See how good I can make you feel. You want this, don’t you?”

I tried to speak but could barely form words, so I nodded vigorously.

“Do you like it when I punish you?” he asked.

“No…”

“Liar,” he whispered. “You like it when Daddy punishes you because you know he likes to see you take your punishment like a good little girl, don’t you?”

“I do.” I didn’t understand why. Perhaps he had uncovered a destructive streak in me I didn’t know I had. “Oh fuck!” I cried as his fingers stroked my special spot. “Daddy…” I said and then clammed up, not willing to say anything that would make him stop spanking me. The pressure built rapidly, and I knew I would lose my mind if I didn’t come soon.

“You can tell me how you feel, Kira,” he said, reading my mind perfectly. “You can tell me if you like what I’m doing to you and how much you like it. You simply don’t get to decide what I do to you.” Pressing one hand against my lower stomach, he thrust hard and fast into my drenched sex. “Tell me, Kira, how much do you like it?”

“Daddy!” I screamed without thinking, legs falling open as I surrendered to the madness. “It feels so good, Daddy.”

My body shook and vibrated, legs pressing against the table as I tried to push myself closer to his hand. Pleasure climbed up my spine, whips of ecstasy slashing across my senses and building a tidal wave around my clit. He pushed deeper, and I clenched around him automatically, pleasure streaking through every cell of my body until it could take no more, and I prepared to go bust.

I was wrenched back to earth when Leon slid his fingers from my pussy and took a step back.

“No!” I screamed, my entire body jerking like I was trying to escape a straitjacket. The loss of his fingers felt like a gaping hole between my legs. An empty hole that hurt almost as good as it had felt a few moments ago. “Please, Daddy. I can’t take it.”

“Yes, you can,” he said, holding his hands up. His fingers still dripped with my juice. “And for the grand finale, I’ll show you what you’ll get tonight.” He reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. It was just as big as I’d remembered, almost regal in the way it lay on his palm, and he made it shiny by stroking it with the hand still wet from my juice. “This, baby girl,” he whispered in a voice thick with hunger and lust, “is what you’re going to get tonight. My cock in your pussy, sliding down your throat, and fucking you until you come. Do you want this, Kira?”

I nodded so fast I gave myself whiplash and would have leaped across the room to take what he’d offered if that didn’t mean releasing my grip on the table. “Yes, Daddy,” I said, not missing how needy I sounded.

“Watch, baby,” he said as he continued to stroke himself. “See how hard you make me? See how badly I want you to feel this cock?”

“Then give it to me,” I begged. “Please, let me help you come.”

He kept his gaze on me. “Not until you prove to me that you deserve this. Show me I can trust you with this gift,” he said, fists stroking faster and his moans turning into grunts of impending ejaculation.

It was torture to watch him and not be able to do anything. I wanted to replace his fist with my throat. I heard him curse under his breath, our gaze locked as he grabbed a napkin from the table and shot his seed inside it. His groans were muted as he came, veins popping on his arms and forehead. It was a beautiful sight.

When he was done, he balled up the napkin and tossed it in the bin in the corner. I stared at Leon as he pulled his pants up and buttoned it, disappointed he’d denied me the pleasure of feeling his cock as he came. In my hand or mouth, I really didn’t care. My pussy throbbed with need and my nipples were painfully hard, begging for his hand and mouth. Yet all I could think of was how much I would have loved it if he’d been in my mouth when he came. He was punishing me, and damn if it was not working.

“Not fair,” I muttered. “I did everything you asked. You said not to let go of the table and to keep my legs open, and I did.” Even when my womb clenched so tightly from arousal it was painful. “I should get a reward for being a good girl. Please,” I begged shamelessly. I was horny as hell and worried I’d run mad if I didn’t get some relief soon.

“Still have the whole day ahead of us, baby,” he said, stepping up to the table and pulling me up so I was sitting on the edge. “I’ll decide when you’re due for a reward.”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Every second of it,” he replied with a grin. “Now, I have the whole day planned, and you still have a chance to convince me you can be a good girl. I have some business to attend to. Clear the table and see if you can get a crack at writing that next hit song when you”re done.”

“Okay,” I muttered petulantly as I sat up and reached for my clothes.

“Kira?” he warned in a singsong voice, and I huffed.

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll clear the table.”

“You know, being a brat is not how you show me you deserve to get rewarded.”

“But it’s not fair,” I moaned. “You get to come anytime you want, and I have to beg you to get mine.”

“That’s right.”

I scowl at him. “You know, I don’t need you to get an orgasm, Leon. I can just do it myself.”

“You can, but you won’t. And we both know why you won’t.”

“Why is that?”

“Because we both know you don’t just want any orgasm. You want me to make you come, so you’ll do anything to convince me you’re deserving of it. Also, I’ll be really mad if you do that, and you don’t want to make Daddy mad, do you?”

“No.” I shook my head.

He stepped between my legs and, with no preamble, gave me a deep, wet kiss that made my toes curl and sent a tingle down my spine. “Show Daddy you can be a good girl, and I won’t let you beg for too long tonight. And if you find yourself tempted to defy me, you should consider pouring all that frustration into something else. Like a song, for example,” he finished with a smug twinkle in his eyes.

As he turned around and walked away, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself into. I also wondered why I was enjoying it so much. I put on my clothes, ignoring the way the silk of my panties felt as they pressed against my pulsing clit. It will be a long day.

I cleared the table, washed the plates, and cleaned the counters. As I was heading to my room to see if I could get any writing done, I heard Leon on the phone in his room and debated going in to mess with him a little before deciding against it. He had work to do, and I had a song to write. Also, the last thing I wanted to do was defy his order to get to work. I was definitely not looking forward to getting punished later tonight.

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