Sage rolled off the bed, bringing the sheet with her, and faced him. The plug provided pressure to her bottom and felt odd but disturbingly pleasurable.
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are...” she said, her breathing a bit thready and uneven.
“That is enough, Sage. I had thought you might offer some explanation for your behavior last night. I understand wanting to go out and experience the real London, but did you seriously consider the repercussions of getting drunk in an international city and wandering off with some bloke you just met? Or what a field day the press would have had if someone had photographed you as some guy fucked you up against a wall? The fact that your would-be suitor was actually an assassin and would have left you stripped half-naked to be found tomorrow morning? That was just stupid, and you are far from stupid.”
Sage started to take a step toward the bathroom door, where hopefully, there’d be a phone. She could lock herself in and call for help. The only problem was when she moved, the plug sent a jolt of pure sexual need coursing through her system… staggering her.
The stranger stepped between Sage and the door to the bath, almost as though he knew what she was thinking… and feeling. He flicked on the lamp beside him, its light revealing he was dressed all in black—boots, jeans, belt, and a t-shirt that seemed molded to his body. The determined look in his eye told her she had no chance of getting by him. She refused to be cowed—aroused maybe, but not intimidated. Her spine straightened, but her knees threatened to buckle, and the pulsing in her nether region caused her to retreat.
He came around the end of the bed and made his way toward her, moving the same way a feral cat plays with a mouse, but he was far more predatory than any domesticated cat. There was a powerful grace that exuded “alpha male” with every step he took.
“Where is it, precisely, you think you are going, Pet?” he purred with the smallest indication of seductiveness.
“I’m the aggrieved party in this…”
“The aggrieved party? Hardly,” he snorted. “What you are is a naughty little girl who needs to get her bottom spanked, well and often. You need to understand, from this point forward, you are not going to engage in foolish, dangerous behavior… at least, not without serious consequences.”
“Excuse me?” she drawled.
The large, panther-like male took a deep breath and sighed. “Don’t play coy with me, Sage. It’s high time you were given a set of rules by someone who will hold you accountable.”
“Rules?” she squeaked. Why wouldn’t he stop stalking her? Why did he have to get so close? Couldn’t he see she was having trouble breathing? And how had she become comfortable with something stuck up her ass, so all she felt when it moved was pure pleasure and surging arousal?
“Yes, rules. You ought to be grateful I think it’s only fair you know what those rules are before I punish you when you break them.” He chuckled, a deep, melodious sound. “Given your rebellious nature, I’m sure you will break them on a fairly routine basis. While Daddy isn’t going to like it when his little girl breaks the rules, the idea of spanking that pretty bottom of yours is quite arousing.”
“D-Daddy?”
Rules? Daddy? Sage felt her sheath quiver in exaggerated anticipation, her nipples beaded to the point of pain, and her clit pulsed… hard. Her entire body shuddered as a precursor of orgasm. Was he crazy? Was she dead? Was this her version of heaven or hell?
“I prefer you refer to me as Sir or Daddy, especially when you are being chastised. I’m not very happy with your behavior earlier this evening. For one, as I said, it was stupid. Two, Daddy doesn’t share his little girl… unless she’s been very naughty, and Daddy feels she needs a more intensive lesson in submission.”
This wasn’t making any kind of sense. She didn’t write Daddy Dom books. Who the hell was this guy?
“What kind of whack job are you?” she snarled, her anger pushing past her arousal, but fueling it nonetheless.
“The first rule—you will speak to me respectfully and truthfully. Any deviation from compliance will result in a soaped mouth and a spanked bottom. Rule two—when we are alone, you will refer to me as Sir or Daddy. Rule three—you will not put yourself in danger. Rule four—you will mind Daddy at all times. Let me stress the importance of rules three and four. Penalties for breaking either of them will not be pleasant. I think the rules are pretty simple and straight forward. Do you need me to write them down?”
“No, I don’t need you to write them down,” she said quietly before reminding herself she didn’t answer to this man, and indignation reared its ugly head. “I don’t know who you think you are or why you think I’m going to do what you say, but I can assure you that you are wrong. Now get out, or I’m calling security.”
“And what is it you think Gabriel Waverly would do? I assure you he is not a man given to interfering between a man and his woman. Make no mistake… you are mine. As to who do I think I am? I
