11. Chapter 10 #2
“I needed to get out of there and have a break from wedding planning.” I looked at my mother and thought I saw a bruise starting to form on her neck and my stomach sank even more.
“I absolutely hate everything that’s being picked and she’s not listening to me.
When I tell her what I want she just shrugs me off and gets what she wants instead.
It was really frustrating me and instead of blowing up on her in the store, I decided that Leyla and I should just leave and hang out for the afternoon. ”
My father stared at me in silence for so long, I wished he’d just speak and get it over with. The longer he stared at me like that, the worse this was going to be. “So you ran off because your mother isn’t letting you have what you want for your wedding?”
Tucker turned to me. “You should have taken your security. You are to become my wife in a matter of weeks. Not only does your family make you a target, but being my fiancée makes you one too. That was completely irresponsible of you.” His voice was low and cold.
I could see it for what it was. Tucker thought that if he reprimanded me, as my future husband, then maybe my father would back off. If my father was only slightly irritated, that would probably work.
But he was pissed, so I didn’t think there was anything that was going to save me from his wrath now.
“You behaved like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, Arianna. Your fiancé is right. This was completely irresponsible of you.” My father sat back in his chair and rubbed his hand over his chin.
“I’ve been too easy on you. Antonio suggested putting a tracker in you a long time ago but I didn’t.
Tomorrow morning, the doctor will come and inject one in you. ”
Apollo cleared his throat and leaned forward.
“I know the wedding is a few weeks away so she is still under your purview, but I’m not sure I like the idea of a tracker being put in her.
If it were to be hacked, she would be an easy target for your enemies.
Especially once she’s pregnant with the Givenchy-Vitale heir. ”
Some of the fire left my fathers eyes as he took in Apollo’s concern.
They sat in a stare off before my father finally spoke.
“If the Givenchy family is uncomfortable with her having a tracker, then after they are married and the marriage has been consummated, you may remove it. But as you said, she’s still under my purview until then, so we will be installing the tracker tomorrow. ”
I wanted to be pissed, but in the grand scheme of things, a tracker for a few weeks wasn’t a big deal. It could have been much worse.
“I would offer to let your fiancé choose your punishment, to transition him into the role of being in charge of you. However, since the Givenchy family isn’t like ours, I highly doubt they punish their wives, something I obviously don’t agree with.
” He looked at my mothers neck, where a bruise was definitely forming.
“Since you decided to act like a toddler today, you shall be punished as one.”
I don’t remember ever really being punished as a kid. Sometimes I had to skip dessert or a meal. What punishment would he give me like he would give a toddler? I’d be fine being sent to my room for a timeout.
“I think a spanking is in order.”
I stiffened in my seat, knowing this was going to suck. There was no way Tucker or Apollo would let someone lay hands on me, but they didn’t actually have the authority to stop him.
Now so many of his men being in the room made sense. He also expected them to put up a fight, which means he always planned this to be my punishment.
“A spanking? Seriously, Lucian?” I could feel the anger radiating off Apollo from where he sat on my right, even if his tone sounded bored.
“I will concede to Tucker being the one to dole out the punishment since she is his intended. But because I, respectfully, feel the boy is soft, I want it done here, now, so I can make sure he follows through and the punishment is thorough.”
Tucker stiffened beside me. “My family does not agree with raising a hand to a woman so spanking her goes against our families beliefs.”
My father’s jaw ticked and I knew he was pissed that Tucker was not only defying him, but he’d just basically offended him since my father made no attempts to hide his abuse of my mother.
“Make no mistake, boy. Arianna is still under my control, so she will get the punishment I decide is best, when I decide on it. If you’re not man enough to step up and get your woman under control,” he waved his hand to showcase the other men around the room, “I’m sure I’d have no trouble finding a volunteer to carry out the task. ”
I swear to God, Tucker actually growled at that statement. “No other man will touch what is mine.”
Something must be seriously wrong with me, because that growl and possession had my pussy dripping for him.
My father lifted an eyebrow and steepled his fingers in front of his face. “Then get on with her punishment so we can eat.”
Tucker scooted his chair back and I got up without prompting. He was struggling and I wasn’t going to make this any harder on him than it had to be. Bending over his lap, he smoothed down my dress, making sure I was completely covered.
“Dress up, panties down. Skin to skin is most effective.” My father’s voice came out a little breathy, like he was turned on, which was seriously fucked up.
I could feel the muscles in Tucker’s body stiffen. “I will not bare her to this entire fucking room. You may still be in control of her until our wedding, but I will not let other men look at the pussy that I’m to own.”
This was definitely going to get ugly, fast, if my father wanted to push the issue.
From the possessive tone in Tucker’s words, I felt sure he’d go head to head with my father, and that would only end poorly.
I didn’t want that. I loved Tucker with all my heart.
But I was also so fucking glad he wasn’t going to pull my panties down so the whole room could see how turned on I was right now.
As I watched my father from this embarrassing as fuck position, I saw the moment he conceded. “Fine. I actually respect the backbone you’re showing right now, son. Maybe I was wrong about you. The panties can stay on, but the dress must come up. Two layers of clothing as a buffer is unacceptable.”
The bottom of my dress was pulled up, barely, and soon, Tucker’s hand was colliding with my ass. Hard.
When I’d first laid over his lap, I’d thought that maybe spanking was a kink of mine. Not in front of all these people, but as wet as I was, it was one I wanted to explore after we got married.
But now… now I felt certain it wasn’t. He didn’t alternate cheeks, just repeatedly hit the exact same spot with more force than I thought he would and I hated that my father was watching on as tears formed in my eyes. I blinked them back, but one slipped free.
“That’s enough.” My father looked at Tucker and smiled. “Very good, son. You did better than I expected.”
I flipped my dress back down and returned to my chair, sitting on the one side that wasn’t burning, embarrassed as hell and wishing I’d now be sent to my room instead of having to sit in the room with the witnesses to my humiliation.
When Tucker’s hand landed on my knee, an offer of comfort and support, my whole body stiffened. It wasn’t his fault he’d had to do that. My father wasn’t bluffing when he said he’d have someone else do it.
But it didn’t make the ache in my chest hurt any less.