“It’s very fair.” He chuckled again. “You need to be punished and since this isn’t working, I’ll find another way to make sure you regret your bad behavior.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Daddy!” I squealed a little louder. “You could—just spank me harder.”
“Another time perhaps.” He shifted me on his knee. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”
“Please!” I lifted my hips and searched for his hand.
Greyson scooped me into his arms and laid me in the middle of the bed. I couldn’t believe that he was serious—but he wasn’t kidding. He opened my closet, got one of my scarves, and used it to secure my hands to the top of the bed. The fabric was too thick for me to tear, and I certainly gave it a few tugs to see if it was possible after he was done. My ass was a little sore from being spanked and the sting was still there, but I was burning with so much desire that I barely noticed it. I couldn’t believe he was actually going to leave me tied to the bed and unable to take care of the problem myself.
“Please don’t do this…” I looked over at him as he walked to the door.
“Maybe I’ll untie you for breakfast if I feel like you’ve learned your lesson.” Greyson gave me a quick wink and turned off the light.
He’s really going to leave me tied to this damn bed for the whole night…
Sleep was impossible. My pussy was tingling with so much burning need that I thought I was going to die. I tried to rub my legs together—squirm—anything that would give me the pleasurable sensation I craved. None of it worked. All it did was make the frustration get more intense. I thought about screaming, but I wasn’t sure that would work out in my favor. He had already tied me to the bed—I didn’t want to spend the night with a gag in my mouth too. I wasn’t sure where things were between us—not exactly. The kiss set my soul on fire. The spanking was a lot more playful—which was exactly what I wanted. He could have taken my virginity if he wanted. I certainly wouldn’t have fought him if he tried.
Instead, I’m going to spend the night in misery because I need to cum so freaking bad.
It was nearly two hours before I finally relaxed, and the desire started to fade. I couldn’t get the thoughts of what he did out of my head, but I wasn’t simmering in my own lust anymore. The line was officially crossed for the second time. I hoped Greyson wouldn’t try to draw another one. That ship had sailed in my mind. I wasn’t going to be able to just call him Daddy—I needed more than that. I still needed guidance and I’m sure that I would screw up enough to get punished again at some point, but I needed to be the woman in his arms too. The look in his eyes right before he kissed me—I needed to see that every night.
The next time I see it, I hope he doesn’t stop after he kisses me…
I finally drifted off to sleep, but it wasn’t a restful night. I wasn’t entirely comfortable in the position I was in. I would have tossed and turned if I could have. The endorphins that flooded me with desire became poison when I finally went to sleep. They made me dream of Greyson and all of the things I wanted him to do to me. I woke up several times during the night with my pussy wet again, but I was able to force myself to go back to sleep. He was with me in my dreams—I wasn’t alone in a bed wishing he was there. It was too bad that it wasn’t reality, but it was all I had. I had to keep believing that it would become more than a dream—that the kiss was the beginning of what we both really wanted. I couldn’t fight it anymore—not after he finally caved. Greyson was my future, and I wasn’t letting him draw another line between us.
I’ve fallen for him. I just need him to catch me.
12
Greyson
The ability to fight my desire for Chrissy disappeared in an instant. The door in my head blew open like it had been caught in a tornado, and then it was ripped off the hinges. There was no way to ever close it again because it was gone. It was my fault—I brought something to life inside her that made it impossible for me to hold back. She needed a Daddy, but that wasn’t the only thing she needed. It wasn’t the only thing I needed either. I could give her the guidance she needed in order to realize her dreams, but the line was already too blurry. I was caught up in something I was trying to fight while she was coming to terms with her own desires. We met somewhere in the middle, and I wasn’t sure what that meant for our future, but I knew what it meant for our present.
It might not last forever, but there won’t be enough emergencies at work to keep distracting me from the things that haunt my thoughts.
Keeping it bottled up was impossible. It was more than just desire. She already understood how to manipulate me when she wanted something. She used my vow to her father to twist me up to the point that I agreed to become her Daddy, and then she used the rules I set to chase her craving. I brought that craving to life. I teased and spanked her before it was really meant to be punishment, and that connection was made before it became a method of discipline. She was a bad girl at heart, even if she was trying to be a better person.
Now she’s my bad girl—and I don’t think I’m going to be able to let her go.
I showered and got dressed for the day—then I walked down to Chrissy’s room once it was daylight. She was still tied to the bed and appeared to be sleeping. She looked like an angel and seeing her tied to the bed certainly brought the dominant man inside me to the surface. I wanted her—but that was going to add another layer of complication to our relationship. I wasn’t entirely sure how to navigate through the complications quite yet, but we could spend some time figuring that out before we took things to the next level. I had to untie her first—and I was pretty sure that she wasn’t going to be happy that I left her in bed to suffer as punishment for—well, trying to get punished.
“Good morning.” I knelt on the bed and started to remove the scarf that was around her writs.
“You’re—so freaking mean.” She pulled her arms free and turned towards me.
“Maybe…” I chuckled under my breath. “Do you feel like you’ve been punished now?”
“Yes.” She nodded quickly. “All night long!”
“Good.” I tilted my head slightly. “Hopefully you’ve learned your lesson—if not, I can do it again tonight.”
“I definitely learned my lesson.” She exhaled sharply.
“I’m going to make breakfast. Come down when you’re ready.” I turned towards the door. “Just because you’re untied—you still don’t get to touch yourself. You don’t get to do that until I give you permission.”
I walked downstairs and started making breakfast. Chrissy took a shower and I was done with breakfast by the time she made it downstairs. I wanted to pick up exactly where we left off the previous night, but we weren’t there yet. We needed to talk and figure a few things out first. I wasn’t going to draw a blurry line that neither of us could stay on the right side of, but the new elements of our relationship needed to be defined. It was my possessive controlling nature coming out, but it wasn’t something I could contain. I still had to be her Daddy, even if I was coming to terms with being a whole lot more than that.