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“I do, Little one.”
Her mouth hung open and she stared at the wall. Had she really said that out loud?
“Yes, you did. And if you continue to speak, even if you don’t realize it, your time will restart.”
She wanted to turn around and stick her tongue out at him. How could she control herself if she didn’t even know she was speaking? It didn’t seem fair, but a lot of things didn’t seem at the moment.
“Next time, you’ll be naked. No arguments. I’m being lenient on you by allowing you to have clothes on.”
The thought of standing in the corner with her legs spread, on display, turned her on. To know and feel him watching her.
A shiver ran through her body as she got turned on even more.
“Do you like the thought of being completely naked and having corner time? Is it being naked, or is it knowing Daddy will be watching?”
Margery kept her mouth shut. She figured he wanted an answer, but she didn’t want to speak and have her time restart. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but surely, she couldn’t be in the corner for much longer.
“You can answer Daddy. You’re not going to get in trouble for answering.”
Margery didn’t know if she wanted to answer, though. It would give away what she was feeling. But she knew there was no way she would get away with not answering.
“Margery.” He wasn’t letting her get away with this.
She sighed. “Both.”
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“I said both,” she huffed.
“Good. It will just add to your punishment. Because naughty girls don’t get pleasure after their punishment.”
She had a feeling he was going to say that. In every book she’d read, the Daddy said the exact same thing. Maybe not in those words, but there was no pleasure after being disciplined, at least for the Little.
If she had to do this again, which she knew she would, she would have to think about something. Maybe ugly cats or ugly snails. Something that would help her not be so turned on.
“You can come out now.”
Quickly, Margery turned around and ran toward Daddy, flinging her arms around him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MARGERY
Margery gasped and quickly let go of Ethan. All she wanted was to be cuddled and held right now, but she needed to remember who he was.
Ethan was her stalker, had killed for her, and was so much darker than when they were young.
“Come here, Little one.” He held his arms wide open.
Margery stayed where she was, though. Should she be doing this? Should she be having these feelings? It was overwhelming, and Margery didn’t know what to do anymore. She was having trouble, and there was no one to talk to.
Even if she could talk to Adalisa, she really couldn’t about this. Adalisa didn’t believe that she was being stalked by Ethan. How would she have spoken to her about all of her mixed-up feelings?
There was no good way. Maybe she could have put it into a book situation, but then Adalisa would have asked what book it was called. At that point, Margery would have had noclue and had to come clean, or make up a title, pray it worked, and never bring it up again.
“Little one. Now.”
She stepped forward but was still struggling. She wanted a sign to tell her if it was okay or not. A huge, visible sign.
