48. Ryker
48
Ryker
“ W hat if I don't wanna be a good girl today?” she quietly asks, rubbing the sleep from the corners of her eyes.
She passed out halfway through the movie last night. It doesn’t surprise me, I spanked her pretty hard. It was meant to be lighthearted, but the hitch in her breath during and the strained look on her face afterward told me she was more affected than she let on.
I wasn’t upset with her little display at the store, but by the time I was finished spanking her, what started as playful, quickly turned into something sensual and tension relieving. I have a feeling she needs more. Her question only confirms it. Hell… I need more. She's testing me, trying to figure out what’s okay and what isn’t. My beautiful girl is good to her core, but a little bit of bad may be just what she needs to help her truly let go.
Grabbing her jaw, I direct her eyes to mine. They're a lighter green than usual, with a hint of amber in them.
“Then I guess you'll be punished, won't you?”
I can see the war being waged in her mind. She’s inherently good, but the consequences that come from knowingly being bad are sometimes exactly what a lot of subs need, in order to free themselves of all that unnecessary weight they carry. Her constricted pupils and lack of direct eye contact tells me everything I need to know.
“Listen to me very closely, Bella. If you disobey me or decide to act like a brat… whatever the fuck you do, you will most certainly be punished. But I can assure you, no matter how bad you are, I'm not going anywhere. It won't make me stop caring for you or not want to be your Dom,” I reassure her. “If you want to be bad because you need the consequences you're still too afraid to ask for, then do it. I'll give you what you need.”
Her eyes widen and she releases a long, slow breath.
“You mean it?”
“I wouldn’t have said it, if I didn’t.”
“I don't know if I can do that. You’re not a fan of bratitude and I don't want you to feel that way about me. I'm not sure I could survive your disappointed face again.”
Fuck. What did I do to deserve her?
“Impossible. I may not be a fan of brats, but I’m a fan of you and it’s possible your brand of brattiness is the only kind I actually enjoy. I'll make it easier for you, if you'd like.” She nods and I place a gentle kiss on her forehead. If she needs me to hold her hand through this, I will, although I’m hopeful once she starts, she won't need it. “I’ll give you until the next time we’re at Gravity… not for work. You can be as bad as you want, as long as it doesn't cause you harm or put you in danger. You won’t necessarily know when it’s coming, but I promise I’ll give you plenty of time to rack up all kinds of punishments. And I'll graciously dish them out. How does that sound?”
She lets out a breath like she's been holding it for too long, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I can tell she wants this. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it, too. The thought of punishing her for her transgressions has me half hard already.
She slowly nods and I smile. She's adorable like this.
“I'm going to need you to use your words, sweet girl.”
Her neck and cheeks flush as she smirks. “Yes, Daddy. I'd like that.”
“That’s my girl. Your delayed consequences start now.” I can feel the goosebumps pop all over her supple skin as I will my hardening cock to stand down. I can’t fucking wait.