“Which closet?” he asked, pulling out his phone and tapping out a message.
“The utility closet, in the room where the maids and the guards store their belongings during the day.”
Shaking his head, he finished the text and tossed his phone on the seat beside them. “And the bad word?”
“I told Gio to shoot me and called him a fucking coward.”
“Of those two things, you really think I’m going to be upset about the language?” he asked incredulously.
“Well, I’m already being punished for putting myself in danger,” she pointed out, her lips twitching with the urge to not smile at his obvious annoyance. “You can’t really punish me twice for the same thing.”
“I absolutely can. You’re lucky I don’t spank you every day for the next month,” he growled. “But I believe I have something far more effective in mind.”
Warmth pooled low in her belly and she brushed her lips across his. “Yes, Daddy.”
Chapter Fifteen
Later that night, afterFather Russo had declared them husband and wife, after they’d devoured the surprise wedding spread Benny had arranged for them, complete with a gorgeous two-tiered wedding cake, Amara had been ordered upstairs to wait for her punishment.
After brushing her teeth, she stripped and changed into the t-shirt and panties Emilio had gifted to her in the privacy of his office before sending her upstairs. The panties still had their customary ruffles, but in shades of red instead of the pink he’d subjected her to thus far. Tugging said panties to her knees as she took her place in the corner, she thought of his promise to make sure her bottom matched them in color before he finished with her tonight.
Despite the slightly terrifying pledge, she no longer felt the urge to look for an escape route. Not only did she not have anywhere else to go, there was simply nowhere else in the world she wanted to be.
The sound of the bedroom door opening interrupted her mental musings. Behind her, she heard him moving around, no doubt making the preparations for what was certain to be a long, painful punishment.
It was far too long of a wait, and still far too soon, when he called her name.
She turned to find him seated on the edge of her bed, a small wooden paddle and a plastic baggie beside him on the comforter. Equal parts curious and terrified, she forced her feet to shuffle across the smooth hardwood to his side.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes searching her face.
“Yes, Daddy.”
She’d felt him watching her all afternoon and evening, waiting for any indication that she wouldn’t be up to accepting his discipline. But she needed this, needed the sharp, cleansing pain of her daddy punishing her bottom for every foolish, dangerous thing she’d done.
“All right.” Picking up the plastic baggie, he showed her the thick yellow item inside. “Do you know what this is?”