Page 17 of Savage Revenge (Savage Sins #1)

I tense. My core clenches with want and need.

I can’t possibly say that. No matter how much my body reacts to it.

Even though the thought of saying it makes my panties damp and my clit ache for any sort of attention.

Is it possible to come from being spanked?

I don’t think I can handle more, though.

As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, he startles me by giving me a lighter swat. “Say it, or your spanking will continue.”

I definitely can’t take any more. My face is probably a blotchy mess, and I can’t remember the last time I cried like this. My ass is definitely scarlet by now. And more than anything, I have this overwhelming urge in my chest of wanting to please him. To make him happy with me again.

“One,” he starts. “I’m only going to count to three before I start again.”

It takes a second to understand what he means, and when it clicks, I whimper.

“Two.”

“Yes, Daddy. I understand. I’m going to be a good girl from now on.”

Cash swats my ass twice. “’I’m going to be your good girl from now on.’ Say it.”

I sniffle and go limp on the lounger, emotions swirling all around me. Why does this feel so… confusing?

“I’m going to be your good girl from now on,” I whisper before I let loose a sob.

Cash releases me, but doesn’t stop touching me. Instead, he moves the hand he used to punish me to my back and rubs slow circles while I quietly cry into my towel. A second later, he leans down and presses a kiss to my temple.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs softly, stroking my head. “I’ve got you, baby girl.”

His words melt me, and his caresses soothe me. Even if Caleb is still here, he speaks so low that the words are only for me to hear. It feels special and intimate, and I soak in every second of his gentle attention.

How did everything get so screwed up? And why do I have these feelings about a man I am supposed to hate?

He spanked me. And made me call him Daddy.

I should be humiliated. And I am, but not because of that.

Calling him Daddy almost felt like it meant something.

Like the word holds value to him. Like it’s special.

When I’ve calmed down and my tears have stopped, Cash reaches for my hair and tugs it to the side so he can turn my face to look at him. The anger I saw earlier is no longer there. It’s been replaced with curiosity and pride.

“Good girl,” he whispers when I meet his gaze.

My cheeks heat, and I study him through wet lashes, feeling shy.

I’ve never experienced anything like that with a man, and I’m not sure how to act now.

I don’t feel like I want to be sassy. I feel calm and settled in a way that I can’t explain.

Caleb is gone. I’m not sure when he left, but I know he saw me get punished.

I have no idea how I’m going to face him ever again.

Especially since it happened because I was flirting with him.

Cash studies me for a moment, and I stare at the broken heart tattoo under his eye.

“Why do you have a broken heart under your eye?” I ask quietly.

He searches my face for a second, his index finger trailing over my temple to my cheek and jaw. I think he’s going to get up and leave without answering, but then he gives me a sad smile.

“When my mom died, I got half the heart done because I felt like I’d lost half of my heart.

Then the day after my dad was killed, I had his side tattooed to make it whole.

I may have lost my entire heart, but the tattoo is a reminder that my parents’ hearts are whole again because they are back together where they belong. ”

I can’t speak. The lump in my throat makes it too painful. I hadn’t expected something so deep from Cash. Part of me wants to ask more, to crawl into his lap and hug him, but another part doesn’t want to bring up any bad memories for him. It’s obvious he’s going through enough as it is.

He rises from the lounger and looks at my ass, his gaze darkening to that threatening expression he had earlier when he first came outside.

“The next time I catch you flirting with any of my men, it will be belt stripes across your ass instead of my hand. Don’t make me keep you locked in a room by yourself, kitten.

If you can’t behave yourself, I’ll do it. ”

And then he checks his watch and sighs. “I have to go. My brothers will be here shortly. If you think of anything that might help us find your dad, you need to tell us. I’m growing impatient for information, Jordyn.”

“I really don’t know where he is. I swear. If I knew something, I’d tell you. I need you to believe me. Please.” I gaze up at him, hoping he can see the truth in my eyes. “He doesn’t usually share his travel plans with me. The only relationship we have is a working one.”

How do I get him to understand that I’m telling him the truth? If I knew something that would help him, I wouldn’t keep it from him. The way his father was killed was unforgivable. I saw it on the news. It’s sickening that someone could shoot another person in the back like that.

Cash frowns and slides his hands into his pockets. “Why? He travels with your brother, why not you?”

I grab the pair of sunglasses Birdie ordered me from the store, suddenly wanting something to use as a shield. He might be able to share his sad stories while looking me in the eye, but I’m not so brave.

“Because I have a vagina,” I snark more than I mean.

“And in the eyes of men like you and my father, women are beneath you and should only exist to cater to the men in their lives. I’m lucky he gave me an executive job with Kingston Casinos.

I’ll never be CEO like I should, but I’ve pretty much come to accept that. ”

Cash’s expression turns dark again, only this time, it’s even scarier. Before he says anything, Xander appears outside, and I quickly roll over to hide my bright red ass. Xander looks at me with raised eyebrows and some sort of expression that tells me he did, in fact, see it.

Cash pins me with a glare. “Don’t try to hide your naughty ass, kitten. You wanted to be a brat, and now everyone in the house gets to see the consequences on your skin. You like to show off your ass so much, now you can show it off with my handprints covering it.”

The asshole is back.

Xander nods in agreement and crosses his arms over his chest. Now the color of my top cheeks matches my bottom ones, and I want to die. How will Cash explain it to Xander if his brother asks why?

“We have Cassian Black on the line,” Xander announces, though he continues smirking at me.

Cash leans down and captures my chin in his hand. “We will finish this conversation about your piece-of-shit father later. And quit trying to hide your naughty bottom. My brothers wouldn’t hesitate to spank a bratty girl either.”

My eyes bulge, and I keep them averted from Xander as Cash runs his thumb over my jaw. “Be good. Understood?”

I nod. “Yes,” I answer, too exhausted emotionally and physically to argue with him.

“Yes, what?” he asks, eyebrows raised, his gaze locked onto mine.

Goosebumps rise on my arms while at the same time, my pussy clenches. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

The corners of his lips curve up just slightly. “I could get used to you being my good girl like this.”

He moves his hand down to my neck and gives it a gentle squeeze. I raise my eyes to meet his for a second before he smirks and lets go, then snatches my towel and my cover-up, and heads into the house with his brother, leaving me nothing to hide behind.

That bastard.

When I hear the door close, I let out a whoosh of breath and close my eyes then lie back. Each movement reminds me of my tender butt and the way Cash took control so easily while punishing me. He barely had to press to get me to call him Daddy.

To be fair, my ass was on fire, and I don’t think I could have handled being spanked again. Play spankings are one thing, but that was completely different. It was meant to hurt. To teach. To get a point across. To get me to submit.

Which I did.

And I liked it.

Why did I like it?

I’ve never enjoyed it before when a guy has tried to dominate me.

But this didn’t feel like those times. This felt natural. Not forced or fake. It felt like us .

Luckily, when Caleb reappears, he keeps his distance and doesn’t bother me for the next few hours while I stay laying on the lounger to conceal my red ass and think nonstop about Cash Savage.

I’m not sure what’s going on between us, but what I do know is that, either way, I’m in way over my head.