“Daddy’s going to fuck your bright red bottom, little girl.”
“Please, Daddy! Not my bottom. It hurts!”
“It is going to hurt, little girl. Daddy’s cock is very, very hard because he knows it’s time to punish you with it,” he declared.
I knew what was happening when he pushed inside her. She wasn’t quiet at that point. Some of her cries sounded painful, some of them were pleasurable, but I was certain she enjoyed herself in the end. By the time it was over, they were both whispering how much they loved each other, and I slipped out of that closet before they found me.
My fingers were working between my thighs before I even realized what I was doing. My legs shook and I gasped, imagining the scenario between Tammi and Bryan, but with one very critical difference.
I was the one who had broken that rule and Mason was the one who spanked me for being a bad little girl.
My orgasm was on me before I was ready, and I mewled with pleasure. My free hand clapped over my mouth so that on the off chance Mason was anywhere close, he wouldn’t hear me. He didn’t come to my wing often, but I wanted to be careful just in case.
I squeezed my legs together, writhing underneath my fingers until my release started to fade. A delicious warmth seeped through my limbs, and I relaxed against the bed. I licked my lips and pulled my hand out of my panties. With a heavy sigh, I turned over and closed my eyes. It didn’t take me very long at all to fall asleep.
* * *
The next morning, I had breakfast alone for the first time since Mason had moved in. The solitude agitated me for some reason. I did my best to put on a happy face when his assistant showed up to take me into the city to go shopping for the house, and despite my initial grumpiness, I had a really good time looking for new things. I picked some of the more expensive options just because I wanted to get back at Mason a little for making me eat breakfast alone.
It was his fault he hadn’t given me a budget.
By the end of the day, I’d spent more money than I thought I’d ever spend in my whole life. I picked out several living rooms sets for various places throughout the house, a dining room table and chairs, decorations for the banquet hall, as well as many other things. I was careful to keep my selections to places that were in his part of the house. I didn’t want him to think I was using his money to outfit my part.
By the time I finished that day, I was tired and really hungry. I was more than excited to see a big pizza on the counter when I got home. Mason grinned when he saw me, and I immediately thought of what I’d done last night. I wasn’t prepared for how much I blushed at seeing him again.
I rushed to get a plate and a slice, all the while thinking about how I’d brought myself to orgasm after thinking about him giving me a spanking last night.
I sat down quickly, and he raised an eyebrow in my direction. I took a big bite of pizza and tried to recover as quickly as I could. When I was ready, I grinned and met his gaze again.
“Hungry?” he chuckled.
“Yeah. Robert and I did a lot of walking around today. I picked out a bunch of things and he said he’d have some guys clear out a few pieces tomorrow so the new stuff can get delivered,” I explained, desperate to think of anything other than what I’d done in my room last night.
“That’s great.”
“I didn’t know how much you wanted to spend, so I just picked out some of my favorite things. Some of them were expensive,” I admitted, feeling guilty now that I was sitting here in front of him.
“That’s fine,” he replied.
I bit the inside of my cheek. He didn’t seem fazed by the amount of money I spent today. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of that firm look he’d given me before when I hadn’t finished my food.
“It was a lot of money, though,” I said lamely.
“I know it was, but I also know how nice it’s going to look in here when all the new things arrive. Thank you for all your hard work today, Cami,” he smiled.
I was left feeling both happy to receive his praise and a bit disappointed that he wasn’t agitated over the amount I spent today. Sure, he was rich, but weren’t most people at least on a budget of some kind?
“I’ve left an envelope of cash upstairs for you. I want you to buy yourself something nice, maybe a few new outfits or whatever will make you smile,” he offered.
I grinned. It had been forever since I’d worn something new. Most of what I owned was either hand-me-downs or secondhand.
“Thank you. I’ll buy something nice from Walmart, maybe,” I answered.
“I will have my driver take you to the mall tomorrow,” he said more sternly. I brushed my hair behind my ears as I studied him. His expression was hard for only a split second before it softened once again.
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he held back. I wanted to know what he was thinking, but he gave me no clues. I watched him as he got up and got himself another slice of pizza. Without asking, he got me another one too. When he wasn’t watching, I took a moment to admire his large muscular form. Most of the time he was wearing slacks or a button-up shirt of some kind that hugged his body in all the right places.
All of him was hard and chiseled. His sleeves wrapped around his biceps snugly, just like his slacks curved around his ass. His outfit made me wonder what he looked like without it.