Ohmygod.
My head felt fuzzy, and I had an intense, overwhelming urge to scratch. But it wasn’t my skin I wanted to scar.No.It was Ezra’s.
“Daddy, I want you to kill him. Right now.” I started to stand. “Shoot him in the head, and then shoot him again just because I said so.”
“Silas, baby, sit your ass back down on Daddy’s lap and calm down. I’m going to take care of Ezra. Just like we planned.”
“The charity benefit is next week, Daddy. What the fuck am I supposed to do until then?Wait?!”
His palm cracked against my ass. “You can start by watching your mouth when you speak to me. Now,sit.”
I sat.
Water sloshed around my hips and over the edge of the tub. A breath escaped me, but ithurt,and I felt my eyes burn a little. “Daddy, you could have died.”
“But I didn’t, baby. I’m right here, and it’s going to take a fuck of a lot more than a hunk of steel to take me off this earth. Especially now that I’ve got my boy to watch my six.” He palmed my cheeks. “Remember what we said?”
I nodded. “Wherever Daddy goes, I go.”
“That’s right, and when I step into The Regency next weekend, you'll be there watching.”
I sniffed a little. “Will you wear one of those ear pieces so we can talk to each other?”
“Of course.” He traced my lips. “How about Daddy brings you back a present?”
I froze. “Like what?”
“A finger? An ear? A vial of blood?”
I sat a little taller, and the urge to tear apart my skin weakened. “I want the skull.”
Daddy blinked, and his fingers paused in their perusal of my lips. “You want my brother's… skull?”
“A piece of it.”Yes. “I want a piece of the spot where he clunked you over the head.”
“Alright, sweetheart.” He kissed my lips. “If the skull is what you want, the skull is what you’ll get.”
I threw myself at him, arms around his neck, I squeezed him with all the strength I possessed. Not just because he promised me a gift but because he wasalive.
“I love you, Daddy.”
“Love you too, Kitten, and I’m fucking proud of you and that big ass brain in your head. I’ve got myself a very good boy.”
My cock twitched and suddenly, I felt hot.So hot.“I’m the best boy, Daddy.”
“You sure are, baby.” He hummed. “Are you ready to play now?”
I still had questions… like whether Mr. Thomasactuallykilled Ezra’s dad and how Ezra found out in the first place, but the second I felt Daddy’s fingers circling my hole, the answers didn’t matter.
Not anymore.
“Yes, Daddy.” I pressed my forehead to his. “Can I have spanks too, please?”
“You have such good manners when you’re looking to get stuffed, don’t you? Alright, baby, put your hands on the edge of the tub behind me, and arch your back a little. Good boy. Now, put your cheek on Daddy’s chest, and when your arms get tired, let them fall, I’ll hold your weight.”
“Too much talking, Daddy.” I shoved my butt high in the air. “Spanks now, please.”
His palm cracked against my butt so hard, I jerked forward. My cheek slipped against his wet chest, and I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath when he hit me again…