His eyes widened. “What the hell? Of course not.”
“I always make a-a mess of e-everything.”
“You do not make a mess of everything. Baby, you threw a little tantrum. It’s nothing that’s not expected. You’re cooped up inside, dealing with a lot of stuff. I’m not truly angry at you.”
Fuck. Idiot. You’re overreacting. Get yourself together, Eden.
Right. Right. She was probably scaring the shit out of him.
“Eden? What’s going on?”
This time when he reached for her, she let him pick her up. He stood and turned, sitting in her seat with her on his lap. He rubbed her back soothingly.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she told him quietly.
“I don’t want to spend time working when I could be doing things with you, princess. But there’s things I have to get done that can’t wait.”
“I know. I understand.” Logically, she did. Emotionally, it was a different story.
“Just because you misbehave, doesn’t mean I will reject you. Is that what you thought? That I would leave you because you had a little tantrum? That’s so silly. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of tantrums in the future, but I won’t ever turn away from you.”
“I know.” And she did. That wasn’t the type of guy Zeke was. Loyalty was something he lived and breathed. It would be up to her to cut things off.
And fuck, that was going to hurt.
He wiped her tears from her cheeks. “Okay, I’m going to go do some more work. You can sit in the chair across from me and write a hundred times, I will not throw a tantrum when I don’t get my way.”
She groaned. “Do I gotta, Daddy?”
“Well, I was going to give you a spanking and put you in time out. But I don’t think that you need time to think right now. When you think is when things go wrong.”
She couldn’t argue with that.
Zeke had to fight against laughing as they stepped out of the punishment room. He’d known that one would shock her. They’d already visited the pet room, which had made her eyes bug out as she took in the room that was set up for a kitten, puppy, or even a pony. Complete with toys, outfits, feeding bowls, and soft baskets large enough to hold a sleepy kitty.
The next room had made her blush. The harem room with its enormous round bed, mirrors on the ceiling and large, plump floor cushions was just made for orgies and voyeurism.
But it was the punishment room that he could tell truly had her speechless.
“So, when someone is locked in the stocks, that contraption with the ahh, dildo, it goes in. . .”
“Their ass, yes. Or pussy,” he told her.
“Wow. That makes what we did seem really tame.”
He pushed her chair up to the next door. He wasn’t certain she’d like this one all that much. But then again, they were just looking.
“This one is the medical room. Do you want to see inside?”
“Really? It’s a room where you pretend to visit the doctor?”
He came around to crouch in front of her. “Yep. Think about it. You could be an adult, called to the doctor’s for a full examination. He orders you to strip down. Then he starts examining every inch of your body. He commands you to put your feet in the stirrups. He plays with different areas of your body to see what reaction your pussy has. He might even give you an enema—”
“Whoa, an enema, really?”
“Really. It cleans you out nicely so he can examine your bottom very thoroughly.”
“Ohh.” She was bright red by now. “Got to say, I’m glad Doc’s never done that.”