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He rubbed his hand over her ass, giving it a light smack. After all, this wasn’t a serious punishment. Although they did still need to talk about the way she’d put herself in danger the other night. This could be the perfect opportunity

“While I have you here, little one.” Smack! Smack! “We need to talk about the fact that you walked into an MC bar alone. No protection. No telling anyone where you were. Do you realize how badly that could have ended?” Smack! Smack!

He gave her a few harder smacks before he paused to rub her pink bottom.

“I know, Daddy. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Seems to me that you often do things without thinking them through first. That’s not acceptable to me. I want you to live a long, healthy life.”

With him.

“Now, you weren’t subject to my rules when you walked into that bar, so I’m not going to give you the same punishment you’d get for putting yourself in danger now. But do not mistake that for meaning you wouldn’t be in a world of trouble for doing it again.”

He gave her another two smacks. “And I’m still going to give you something that will serve to show you that I take your safety seriously.” He maneuvered out from under her. “Lie there, baby girl, while I get what I need.”

He liked seeing her like that. Her girlish nightgown up around her waist, pink ass on display, her equally pink face blushing with embarrassment and a little excitement. He adjusted himself as he strode into one of the other themed bedrooms.

Hayes’ cabin was set up for anything and everything. Top-notch security, a panic room, several gun cabinets with enough weaponry to withstand a siege and a supply of butt plugs to make the most hardcore Dom weep.

He stepped into the torture room. This was themed like an actual dungeon. It was dark and foreboding. There was a set of wooden stocks in the center for a naughty sub to be on display to whoever else was in the room. Set behind the stocks was a fucking rod that could be used to penetrate a sub’s ass or pussy. A set of chains with handcuffs on the end were attached to the back wall. To his left was a big cage which could be elevated.

To his right was ‘the rack’, which was a bondage bench with a number of attachments all used to torture whoever was on ‘the rack’. A black cupboard was set against the wall next to ‘the rack’. Inside, hanging up on hooks were all manner of punishment tools. Whips, paddles, slappers. But it was the drawers below he was interested in. He perused the contents of each drawer. Ball stretchers, nipple clamps, restraints, gags, butt plugs. Jackpot.

He grabbed a butt plug in its wrapping. It was on the small side but he knew it would still make an impact. He also snatched up some lube. He paused for a moment then picked out a Hitachi wand. Hmm, he wondered if Hayes would have what he was looking for. He searched through some other drawers.

Bingo. Perfect.

He wondered what Eden would think of this room. And the others. He hadn’t shown her around yet because he didn’t want to scare her. Besides, he wasn’t much interested in most of these rooms.

He carried everything into the bedroom before returning to the living room.

“Good girl,” he murmured as he saw her lying where he’d left her. Sitting on the coffee table, he reached over to rub her bottom. She bit her lip as he massaged the rounded cheeks.

“I’m going to give you some big girl punishment. Afterwards, I’ll expect you to thank me nicely for punishing you.”

She narrowed her gaze at that and amusement filled him. But he hadn’t lied, he was going easy on her.

“Thank you? Really?”

“Really.” He gave her a stern look. Then he rolled her over and picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Her eyes widened when she saw the bed. “What’s that?”

“It’s a Sportsheet.” He laid her on the soft sheet he’d placed on top of the bed. Then he quickly stripped off her nightgown.

“Zeke!” Eden gaped up at him.

He cupped her cheek. “Trust me?”

He watched her relax. “Yes.”

“That’s a gift I will never betray, little one. I promise you.” He showed her one of the restraints. It looked like a pad with a cuff attached. “These anchor pads can attach anywhere on this sheet.” As he talked, he placed them around the sheet. Two above her head. He then placed the cuffs around her wrists, restraining her. The other two he placed down at the bottom of the sheet. He grabbed a couple of pillows and placed them under her lower back, lifting her up. Then spread her legs and cuffed them as well. “That okay, baby?”

“Y-yes.”

“You remember your safeword?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”


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