I wasn’t sure if he was telling me this to scare me or to comfort me. Maybe a little bit of both. I chewed my lip, not knowing what to say, but it turned out I didn’t need to talk at all.
“You told me you worked alone, but that was a lie, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Who is the woman that’s been accompanying you everywhere?”
“The Fixer,” I answered. There was no hiding the open trepidation in the shaking of my voice.
“She’s someone important, isn’t she?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whined softly.
“I take it she is dangerous,” he said.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said meekly.
“What does she do?”
“She’s a highly trained assassin,” I replied quietly.
“I see.”
“She’s been sent to decide if I’m still an asset to the family,” I muttered.
His eyes flashed to meet mine.
“And if she decides that you aren’t?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous decibel that I’d never heard before.
“Then I die,” I said flatly, and I had to bite back a sob.
“Daddy needs you to know that he won’t let that happen, little girl. Daddy is going to protect you,” he said firmly, and I shook my head.
“You can’t keep me safe from the family. If the Father decides that he wants me dead, it is simply a matter of time until it happens,” I replied.
“Spread your legs, little girl,” he demanded, and a small cry escaped me as he pushed himself up from his seat. He stood behind me and I almost forgot to breathe as he leaned forward and slid his palms down the curve of my shoulders. His right hand descended a bit further and reached down to cup my pussy as I anxiously spread my legs.
He slapped my pussy three times in quick succession. There was no pomp or circumstance to the way he punished me. By the time it was over, the shock had faded, and the only thing left was a burning sting in between my legs that simmered at first only to grow blazing hot in the following seconds. I keened and his palms returned to my shoulders.
Desperately, I moved to close my legs and reached to cup my sore pussy, meaning to give myself some semblance of relief.
“Keep those legs open and your hands on the table, little girl. Daddy has something to say and you’re going to listen,” he continued.
I rushed to obey, not wanting him to spank my pussy like that again. Especially here.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Daddy has already shown you that he isn’t the man that you originally thought, hasn’t he? He has far more money and accounts than you knew about, which means there is a whole lot about me that you don’t know, little girl,” he scolded.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, my voice giving away just how fragile I felt.
“Then how do you know that Daddy can’t protect you, little girl?”
I tried to find the words to answer, but there was nothing there. He was right. I didn’t know him. I’d only glimpsed a hint of the resources at his disposal and if he’d been able to hide all that money from the family, maybe there was more to him that I could have dreamed of.
“You’ve never had a mark find you before, have you?”
“No, Daddy,” I breathed.
“Daddy’s found you twice now, little girl, hasn’t he?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I want to tell you something, my little con artist. Will you listen to me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want to listen,” I replied, and I hesitantly realized that I was telling the truth. I did want to listen. I wanted to know more.
Because Daddy was here.
Daddy wanted to keep me safe.
“Daddy received a message from you the first time, and he didn’t heed it because you weren’t in control then, were you, little girl?”
“No, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Daddy received another message a week ago, little girl. It was from someone who calls himself the Father and Daddy chose not to heed that message either. Do you know why, little girl?”
“No, Daddy,” I gasped as his hands moved my hair aside and his fingers stroked up and down my throat, slow and steady and entirely too enticing.
“Daddy isn’t afraid of a man like that, little girl. He’s taken down men just like him, time and time again and this time will be no different,” he said firmly, and I wanted to believe him. I just couldn’t. I knew what the Father and the family were capable of.
I didn’t say anything at all.
“Right now, your friend is waiting in your hotel, but you aren’t going to return to her. Instead, you’re going to come with Daddy,” he added.
“I can’t,” I replied and before I could react, his hand returned to my pussy and spanked it three more times, even more firmly than before. I cried out and bit my lip, keeping my legs open even though I desperately wanted to close them. My nails dug into the soft wood of the table as the terrible sting blazed between my thighs. I tried to keep quiet, but it was a measure in futility. He knew how much it hurt. I knew that he’d meant it to.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, knowing that I no longer had a choice.
His palm returned to cup my cheek. With his thumb, he casually petted my cheekbone, and I closed my eyes.
“I’m scared, Daddy,” I whimpered.
“Of what, little girl? Are you scared of Daddy?”
“I… No, that’s not it. I mean, I am, but I’m petrified of something else,” I whispered.
“Tell me, little girl,” he pressed. He was gentle and there was something in me that finally wanted to tell him what had made me run from him again after he’d found me the first time.
“They’re going to kill you. The both of us,” I said with horror
