For a second, he let me just look. After that, he pushed me forward again toward the house.
His stride was steady and sure as he led me inside. I knew better than to argue at this point, so I took a deep breath and stepped into the house when he opened the door for me. I stilled as he shut the door behind us, suddenly awash in fear and arousal and uncontainable need.
It was everything I could do to just breathe. He wasn’t even touching me, and it felt as if he was surrounding me. There was so much tension between us that my fingers quivered against my belly.
“Please, Daddy,” I murmured.
He was quiet for a long time. I could feel his eyes on me. I wondered if he was deciding what he wanted to do with me and that made me unbearably nervous.
How much was my punishment going to hurt?
Slowly, he grasped my hair and pulled it to the side, baring the back of my neck in the process. He reached for the top button of my dress and undid it, slowly working down the arch of my spine until he laid either side open. Gently, he traced a single finger down my skin, causing tiny electric shivers to cascade over my entire body and I gasped when he pulled away.
I wasn’t certain of what was going to happen next, but I knew that I would be safe with him with whatever was to come, even if it was going to be painful.
He pushed the fabric of my dress over my shoulders, using his hands to propel it down my arms until it was free. Then he slid it over my hips so that it pooled to the floor.
“Step out of your dress,” he instructed, and I did as he asked. He made quick work of my bra and I was left in nothing but the heels on my feet.
He’d stripped me in the foyer of his house. I didn’t know if there was anyone else here, but it was blatantly clear that didn’t matter to him. My nipples stiffened into tight peaks and I wanted to cover them. Unconsciously, my hands rose to do just that, and his fingers closed around my wrists. He pressed them back to either side of my hips.
“Don’t hide yourself from Daddy, little girl. He wants to see all of you.”
I shuddered hard and a single drop of arousal rolled down the inside of my left thigh.
His hands slid along my torso, descending down to trace along the lines of my hips in a maneuver that was both teasing and possessive at the same time. I found myself leaning back against him, wanting his support and so much more.
I wanted everything and I had a feeling I was about to get it.
“You’ve made it a part of your life to learn to be someone else to please others, to do your job and to keep yourself alive, but Daddy doesn’t want that tonight. Daddy wants Willow Rose and no one else,” he said softly against my ear.
“No one wants that,” I scoffed. For some reason I felt defensive, as if I had to protect myself from really falling for this man and truly getting hurt when it all eventually imploded in the fiery disaster that was sure to come of this. I was so scared, and his fingers squeezed my shoulders before dropping down to graze against my sides.
“I do, little girl. Daddy wants the real you,” he said firmly.
I shuddered against him.
I felt one of his rough hands cup around my hip before he grasped the globe of my right bottom cheek hard. His fingers dug into my flesh and a sudden flash of pain blossomed across my backside.
“Daddy,” I gasped.
“Tonight, Daddy is going to leave you with no question about who is in control. You’re going to be punished for not telling me everything, but after it’s over you will beg Daddy for what you truly need,” he instructed, and my stomach danced with anxiety. My naked bottom flexed nervously, almost as if I was already bent over getting spanked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimpered.
I hated that my clit was already throbbing in anticipation of the hidden meaning behind those words. I wanted his cock and I wanted it badly.
He left my dress on the floor forgotten as he led me into the kitchen. I hardly saw the fancy stone countertops as he walked over to the massive island. He opened the drawer and took a heavy-looking wooden spoon from inside it. A terrified cry billowed up from within me and then he reached for a paper bag that I hadn’t noticed before because I’d been so caught up in him and the sight of that spoon.
He opened it and reached inside. I half expected another thing that could be used to punish my naked backside, but in his hand was a very thick piece of ginger root.
I stared at it and then looked back at him. What was he going to do with that?
“Tonight, you’re going to learn that your pretty bottom can be punished inside and out, little girl,” he warned.
“Daddy?” I asked nervously. “What do you mean?”
He opened another drawer and took out a small paring knife. He started to peel off the outer layer of the root, carving it smooth and in a shape that distinctly began to resemble something like a butt plug.
I found myself unable to say anything at all.
“Earlier today, I asked you if you deserved to be punished, little girl. Tell Daddy what you told him,” he urged.
In that moment, I wished that I could disappear. I prayed that a black hole would open up beneath my feet and swallow me whole. Everything was spiraling out of control and I just wanted to run away.
I opened my mouth, and nothing came out.
“Daddy’s waiting, little girl,” he warned.
