Leaving her scowling at his back, he headed up the stairs. Luckily, he’d had the foresight to make a quick errand run earlier in the day, though he hadn’t really anticipated needing most of what he’d purchased for a while.
Even as the thought crossed his mind, he snorted out a laugh. As if the woman downstairs would be capable of going more than a few hours without needing some kind of discipline. Her bratty nature was as much a part of her as her curiosity, and both of them were bound to get her in trouble on a regular basis.
Of course, if it gave him an opportunity to use some of his favorite toys, then who was he to complain?
* * *
Waitingfor Cyrus to return and dole out whatever devious punishment he had in mind was its own form of torture. Her mind raced with the different scenarios she’d read about over the past couple days, and she couldn’t seem to decide which one she was most excited to try next.
By the time he returned to the living room, her nerves were on high alert. “What’s that?” she asked, pointing to the small bag he carried.
“You’ll see.” Taking his seat on the couch again, he opened the bag and pulled out what looked like two shiny, silver pieces of body jewelry.
What was he planning?
“Lift up your shirt, please.”
More curious than ever, she tugged the hem of her shirt up, exposing her torso. His intention became clear when he opened one of the silver rings and tugged her bra down on one side.
“Is this going to hurt?”
“Yes. Quite a good bit.” Pausing with her nipple trapped between his fingers, he frowned at her. “Do you remember the word you use to stop it if it’s too much?”
“Red. You’ll take it off if I say it?”
“Immediately.”
“Okay.”
Pride flashed in his eyes. “Good girl.”
His words warmed her, giving her the boost of courage she needed as he rolled her nipple to a hard, stiff point. Already, her clit was pulsing back to life with his ministrations and she had to fight the urge to squirm.
She nearly whimpered when he pulled his hand away. But almost immediately, his fingers were replaced with the strange little ring and she gasped at the flash of pain.
“Ow! Daddy, it hurts!” If she hadn’t been so focused on the pain, she might have taken a moment to consider that she’d called him Daddy without actively thinking about it, and without a trace of snark.
“Does it?” Eyebrow arched, he switched his attentions to the opposite breast. “Perhaps this will help you remember to keep your attitude in check.”
“Okay, I get it. Less sarcasm, more…whatever the opposite of sarcasm is. Take it off!”
“Not yet. Daddy needs to be certain you’ve learned your lesson.”
When he clamped the other nipple, it was almost a relief. It still hurt, but at least she’d known what to expect and now they were both aching instead of just one. Somehow, the balance helped to settle her, and she felt like she could breathe again.
And the longer they were on, the more the pain subsided. It never really went away, but at least the sharp, stabbing pain was gone and it was down to more of a dull ache.
“You’re mean,” she said with a deliberate pout. It had worked with the pizza, so it was worth a shot now, right?
“I know. Finish your dinner and I’ll take them off.”
“I am finished.”
“Then you can wait for me to finish mine.” Picking up his plate, he lifted a slice to his mouth and took what had to be the smallest bite known to man.
Asshole. The epithet trembled on her tongue, but she swallowed it down before it could burst free. If this was her punishment for the mouthing off she’d already done, she didn’t want to know what he might do if she started swearing at him.
Since she was going to have to wait for him anyway, she grabbed her pizza from the table and nibbled at it. Every movement caused the things he’d clamped on her nipples to tug, and every time there was a new little flash of pain. Dozens of emotions were swirling around inside of her, making it impossible for her to decide how she really felt about his “discipline”. On one hand, it was sexy as hell and she couldn’t deny the effect he had on her libido.