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Chapter Eight
Evander
Natalie’s head snaps up, her eyes wide with shock and a delicious fear I swear I can almost smell. “Oh, shit,” she whispers, dropping whatever it is she’s holding in her hand back into the drawer.
More swearing, which I’ll need to address later, after we discuss her sneaking out of bed and into my office. “Indeed. You are certainly in a lot of that. What are you doing out of bed, naughty girl?”
“I, um, couldn’t sleep?”
Leaving the door open behind me, I step more fully into the room, a dark thrill racing up my spine when she takes a step back in retreat. “What do you think happens to Little girls who lie to their Daddies, Natalie Quinn?”
“They get spanked?”
“Oh, my naughty little kitten. They get so much worse than that.”
Her eyes somehow get even rounder as she scurries away from me, her back pressing up against the bookshelves behind my desk. Looking this way then that, she scans the room for an escape.
And then she does exactly what I’ve been hoping she would do ever since the alarm in her crib alerted me that she’d snuck out.
She runs.
I let her skirt past me and out the office door.
The house is locked up tight, so there’s no worry that she’ll end up outside in the dark.
But there’s plenty of places for her to run and try to hide in a home this size, not to mention one that’s been built to my personal specifications with plenty of long hallways and hidden rooms for a naughty little kitten to duck into.
Cocking my head to the side, I listen to the sound of her bare feet on the marble, giving her a small head start before I chase after her. Excitement, the kind only brought on by the thrill of the hunt, pounds through my veins with every step.
She heads for the kitchen first. Looking for a weapon, maybe?
As if that could save her. There’s nothing in that room I wouldn’t happily fuck her with if she tried to use it against me. Those deepest, darkest parts of me almost hope she pulls a knife on me, just so I can show her the true depths of my depravity.
But she changes course at the last second, and I find my curiosity piqued. It isn’t easy for anyone to surprise me these days, but Natalie does so with enough regularity to make her interesting.
Following her, I turn the corner into the dining room—and stop.
She’s gone.
“Where are you, little kitten?” I murmur to myself as I scan the darkened room for any hint of her. Keeping myself still, I again tilt my head, listening for a sound, a breath, a whimper. Anything that might tell me where my naughty Little girl is hiding.
There. To my left. A hitch of her breath before she tries to smother it.
God, her fear is so delicious. It lingers in the air, so potent I can taste it.
Turning slowly, I catch sight of her just as she bolts from her hiding space in an empty cabinet of the buffet and heads for the entryway again.
She leads me on a merry chase through the halls, the living room, the parlor, and a few smaller rooms I have no use for other than giving her a place to hide. And every time I’m just about to catch her, she slips free and runs again.
I haven’t felt so alive in years.
Finally, I manage to corner her in the library. It’s unlucky for her that there’s only the one obvious way in and out of this particular room. There is another, but it’s rather well-hidden. I expect she’ll find it eventually, curious little thing that she is, but for now she’s trapped.
And she is mine.
“Naughty, naughty little kitten.” With the doors closed and locked behind me, I advance on her, slowly enough for her to have time to look frantically around the room and realize there is no escape.
“You’ve certainly earned yourself quite a punishment, Natalie Quinn.
Let’s see… Sneaking out of bed. Swearing.
Lying to Daddy. Running from Daddy. Yes, I think I’ll need to make an impression with this one. ”
To my utter delight and shock she flashes me a grin. “Or we could just call this a learning opportunity? After all, I am so very Little and this is all very new. There’s bound to be a learning curve.”
“Of course.” The words are a low purr, and my heart leaps at the relief that flashes across her beautiful face. “And Little girls learn best with sore bottoms.”
“That is not what I meant!”
“Oh, I know.” Just as in the office, with every step I take forward, she takes one back in retreat. “You thought you could sweet-talk your way out of a punishment. But how will you ever learn to be my good little kitten if I let you get away with such behavior?”
“Ummm… you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?”
“I’m not interested in flies. I’m far more interested in how to catch nosy little kittens who go snooping around Daddy’s office.”
Some of the color drains from her face as she bumps into a bookcase. Her eyes dart from side to side, but this time when she bolts, I lunge sideways to catch her. As much as I love the chase, it’s time to teach my naughty girl a lesson she won’t soon forget.
Natalie
Fear pumps through my veins, making my heart race and my skin prickle as his arms wrap tightly around me. “C-Can’t we talk about this? Please?”
“What would you like to talk about?” His voice is deceptively calm, deceptively breezy.
“Why you shouldn’t spank me?”
“Ah. Well, I have good news for you, kitten. I have no intention of spanking you.”
Relief floods my system, so strong it leaves me weak and limp in its wake. “You don’t?”
“No. I have something far more interesting planned for your naughty bottom tonight.”
Well, that didn’t last long. The fear comes rushing back, and the whiplash from one emotion to the other leaves me feeling dizzy as Evander carries me over to an armchair. “I changed my mind. I’d rather have the spanking.”
“I’m sure you would.” He doesn’t sound angry, which should be a relief. After all, what could be worse than a furious mob boss hellbent on teaching you a lesson?
But it’s the amusement in his voice that sends a chill down my spine. “Wh-what are you going to do?”
In answer, he sets me on my feet beside the chair, still keeping a tight hold around my waist as he stares down at me with those dark, unreadable eyes.
“I am going to let you go now. If you run, I will drag your ass upstairs and take my belt to your bare bottom until you can’t even think of sitting comfortably. Understood?”
“Yes. Yup. Crystal-clear.”
Sighing, he releases his hold on me and shakes his head. “How do you address me, kitten?”
Fuck. As much trouble as I’m in, you’d think I’d have some sense of self-preservation. “Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”
“Much better.” He reaches for the tie on the long silk robe wrapped around him and it falls open, revealing that the robe is all he’s wearing.
Embarrassment heats my cheeks, which is ridiculous because I’ve had his cock in my mouth. But there’s something about this moment, about seeing him in all his chiseled, body-of-a-fucking-god glory that feels so much more… intimate.
His lips twitch, which only adds to my humiliation, and he reaches for me, grabbing my arms and gently pulling them behind my back.
As he lectures, he winds the silky tie around my wrists, binding them into place.
“When Daddy puts you to bed, he expects you to stay in bed. And I believe I was very clear this afternoon that my office is off limits to you. Was I not?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” I whisper as he strips my diaper from me and turns me to face the armchair. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t ever do it again.”
It’s a lie, and a bold one at that. And judging by the low, wicked chuckle from behind me, he knows damn well it’s a lie.
“We both know you will. You can’t help yourself. But that nosy nature of yours is bound to get you in trouble, little one. And it’s Daddy’s job to make sure you learn all the rules so you can keep yourself safe.”
With a gentle nudge, he pushes me down over the plush, rounded arm of the chair. The position forces my feet up off the ground and with my arms tied behind my back, I have exactly zero leverage.
I am stuck. Helpless to fight back.
And more fucking turned on than I can ever remember being in my life .
What the hell is wrong with me?
To my horror, I’m not the only one who realizes how this whole scenario is affecting me. Two thick, rough fingers slip inside me and again he lets out one of those quiet, soul-shaking laughs.
“Is my naughty kitten enjoying her punishment?”
“No!”
“Little liar. We’ll need to do something about that. I know you’re used to bending and stretching the truth for your job, but I will accept nothing less than complete and utter honesty from my Little girl. Am I making myself clear, Natalie Quinn?”
As he speaks, he moves his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy, stroking that spot inside me that has me seeing stars. “Y-yes, Daddy!”
“Then I’m going to ask you again. Are you enjoying your punishment so far, kitten?”
What’s the point in lying to someone who’s knuckles-deep inside my vagina, with the evidence of my arousal coating his skin? “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” His words are a low rumble that nearly make me whimper in response.
Drawing his fingers from my pussy, he drags them up between my ass-cheeks, pressing against my bottom hole even as I clench as hard as I can to prevent him from entering me there again.
“If you keep behaving yourself for me, I might let you come while I fuck this sweet little asshole. Relax, kitten, and let Daddy in.”
I freeze, unable to move, to think, to even breathe as I try to process what he’s just said. “You can’t!”
“Oh, but I can. You are mine , Natalie Quinn. Which means every inch of this beautiful body belongs to me. I had planned to wait to claim you here, but your behavior tonight has given me no choice. You’re going to learn to obey me, one way or another, little one.
And unless you want this to hurt far more than it needs to, I suggest you start listening and relax. Now .”
Closing my eyes, blocking out everything, I focus on forcing my muscles to loosen. To let him in, even though my mind is screaming at me to fight. Even if I wanted to struggle, I physically can’t, not enough to make a difference.
So I’ll accept my punishment, like a good girl, and pray it isn’t as bad as I think it’s going to be.