“I called your husband-to-be,” I replied rather matter-of-factly. She sucked in an anxious breath. I could see her mind working. She was beginning to figure it out.
“I see,” she answered.
“When someone comes to ask me for my help, I expect honesty,” I scolded her firmly and her smile of relief wilted. “You’ve never met your fiancé, have you? He didn’t call you today and he didn’t threaten you, did he?” I continued.
Her eyes glanced down at my hands and then her gaze returned to me. There was a certain innocent quality to the fact that I’d caught her in a lie. She chewed her lip anxiously, but she couldn’t keep her eyes from glancing down at my palms, again and again.
Slowly, I rolled up my cuffs. One sleeve after the next and she watched every second of it. She squirmed a little in her seat and pressed her fingers nervously against her thighs, waiting for what would happen next.
Like a naughty little girl waiting for Daddy to teach her a lesson. Like a naughty girl about to get a spanking.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a part of her that wanted me to handle her. I needed to watch her more closely. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to her.
“Let me tell you what’s going to happen. You’re going to call Anthony and you will tell him you don’t want to go through with the wedding. You will apologize for letting him know the night before the wedding and you will politely wish him the best. Do you understand me?” I instructed and she nodded obediently.
I pressed the call button and allowed my fingers to brush against hers. A breathy sigh of surprise escaped her mouth as I tapped the screen so that Tony would be on speaker phone with her.
She was giving me one sign after another. I’m not sure she was even aware she was doing it, but I was quickly becoming more certain that she wanted me to take control. She licked her lips and her eyes flashed to mine once more. She wanted to know what I would do.
“This is Tony,” her fiancé answered, just as he had done before.
“Hi, Tony. It’s Keri Esposito.”
“Oh. Hi there,” he replied, his words unsure.
“I wanted to call to talk to you about a few things,” she said, her voice wavering just a hair as she fidgeted before me like a naughty little girl who knew she was in trouble.
Perhaps she would be. Maybe she even wanted to be.
“What did you want to talk about?” he asked nervously.
“I can’t marry you,” she ventured softly. “I’m really sorry to do this the night before the wedding, but it’s not what I want. I don’t even know you.”
“I see. I understand. I would have preferred to get to know you first as well,” he answered. I was glad to hear that he didn’t sound particularly bothered by the rejection. Overall, he seemed like a pretty chill sort of guy and that was something I could work with.
“I wanted to wish you the best though. I appreciate you being so understanding about the whole thing,” she continued.
Good girl. She would do as she was told.
“You too, Keri. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“Thank you,” she answered, and I took back the phone. I ended the call and sat back, trying to figure out what to do with this curious little package that had arrived on my doorstep. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had come here not only looking for my help in getting her out of a sticky situation, but that she wanted something more than that.
I decided to push the envelope.
“You lied to me, Keri. That ought to be dealt with too, shouldn’t it?”
The blush that crept over her pretty face told me everything I needed to know.
In that instant, I knew she’d heard of my tastes. She knew I liked it rough, that I liked taking a naughty little girl over my knee for a spanking, and she wanted to know what it was like.
She stared back at me, teetering back and forth on the edge of wanting to find out and the sort of nervous anxiety telling her that she needed to run and never come back.
She’d never done this before and to a certain extent, I hadn’t either. Every woman who had come to me before had been willing and had been rather upfront that they liked a man to take control both in and out of the bedroom. This one was different.
I had to be more careful with her, but I was a man with a certain set of needs, and right now she was giving me every single sign that she was a naughty and very wet little girl in need of a spanking over Daddy’s knee.
I’d give her one last chance.
Either she took the bait, or she didn’t. This wasn’t something I would force.
At least not initially.