Except, just then, that was exactly how she felt and she wasn’t really sure why.
Before she could delve into her behavior further, the sound of footsteps drew her attention to the entryway of the kitchen. Forcing herself to face her punishment, she looked up, her eyes widening when she saw what he held in his hand.
“Do you know what this is, Julia?”
She started to reply, but the words caught on the dryness of her throat and she had to cough to clear the way for them. “Yes, sir.”
“Please take your panties off and hand them to me. You’ve lost the privilege of wearing them for the foreseeable future.”
Oh, god. Could this get any more embarrassing? Her gaze flitted to the device in his hands as she stood to push her ruffled panties to the floor. Yeah, this was about to get a hell of a lot more embarrassing.
Her swift obedience was rewarded with a flash of approval in his eyes, but nothing more. “Pull your skirt up around your waist and sit on the edge of the chair with your legs spread.”
“Sir, please. I’m sorry, I’ll eat my vegetables.”
The only response he gave was a raising of his eyebrow, as if her defiance wasn’t even worth arguing over. Humiliation tightened around her chest, making it difficult to breathe as she situated herself per his instructions, completely on display for him.
“Interesting.” Owen’s voice dropped to a low purr, instantly setting her nerves on edge. “I have a bottle of lubricant in my pocket, but I don’t think we’ll need it.”
“Oh, god.” Closing her eyes against another surge of embarrassment, she did her best to pretend she was anywhere but here as he easily slipped a finger, then two, inside of her.
Easily, because she was wetter than she could ever remember being. Her clit throbbed, begging for his touch.
“Did my naughty girl enjoy her spanking?” The fingers inside of her curled and she arched her back, her bottom nearly coming up off the chair at the flash of intense pleasure. “Did you enjoy being over my knee, getting your bottom paddled like the naughty little girl you are, Julia? With your cute little panties bunched up around your knees and your little feet kicking as Daddy punished you?”
“No!”
“I think you’re lying, little one. Open your eyes.”
It was the harsh, almost guttural tone to his voice that had her eyes flying open. A small, shocked gasp escaped her when she saw her same need reflected in his eyes.
Holding her gaze, he lifted his fingers to his lips, slowly sliding each digit into his mouth as he sucked her juices from his skin.
“Delicious,” he murmured. “Just as I knew you would be. If you’re a good girl, maybe Daddy will fuck you and let you come at least once this weekend. Would you like that, little one?”
“Yes,” she managed to whisper.
“Say it properly, baby.”
Swallowing hard, she forced the words past the tightness in her chest and throat. “Y-yes, Daddy.”
“Such a good, sweet girl when you want to be, aren’t you? It’s almost a shame I have to spend this weekend punishing you.” A wicked gleam lit his eyes. “Almost.”
With a soft sigh, he straightened and held up the item he’d retrieved earlier. A butterfly, attached to a short, phallic shaft. “Do you know what this is, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy. It’s a vibrator.”
“Very good. Do you know what I’m going to do with this vibrator?”
Shove it up your ass?She didn’t need years of training as a submissive to know what a royally awful idea it would be to say that. “Um, put it inside me?”
“Yes, little one. I’m going to put it inside you, and I’m going to use the remote in my pocket to control how fast and hard it vibrates. But you are not allowed to come, under any circumstances.”
A voice in her head let out a loud, plaintive wail at his edict. “What if I can’t help it?”
The corners of his lips curved upward, and she caught a hint of the sadist she’d sensed lurking beneath his calm, sophisticated demeanor. “If you come, then I will set the butterfly to its highest settings, put you over my knee, and paddle your naughty little bottom until you come again. And again. And again. Until I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson.”
That sounded… amazing. And awful. The parts of her that enjoyed being tortured, that reveled in the exquisite pleasure that could only be found at the hands of a true sadist, rejoiced. But the logical side of her brain prevailed, insisting that it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun as her inner masochist wanted to think.
“I’ll be good, Daddy.”
“We’ll see.” With that, he slid the device inside of her, settling the cute little purple butterfly firmly against her clit.
Reaching into his pocket, he removed a small remote and hit a button. The butterfly came to life, vibrating against her already sensitive nerves, and she let out a low moan at the rush of sensation.
“Daddy!”
“No coming, little one. And eat your vegetables.”
Forget repenting for her supposed sins. She was going to be in jail after this weekend because she was going to fucking kill him.