Page 84 of Merciless Daddy

I tightened my grip on the pen.

“Yes.”

He held my gaze while he wrote it.

The room felt too warm. My pulse beat low in my belly. I could imagine the position with brutal clarity. My trousers down. His thighs beneath me. His broad hand settling over my ass before the first strike. The pause afterward. The expectation that I would stay because I had chosen to.

“Aftercare mandatory.”

“What does that look like.”

“Reassurance. Bath time. Relaxation. Care.”

“I like it.”

“What else do you want sexually?”

I almost laughed from nerves.

“That was a sharp turn.”

“We can stop.”

“No.”

The answer came too fast.

Sal leaned back slightly. Giving me room.

It did not cool anything.

“Praise,” I said.

“I gathered.”

“I want you to say good girl.”

“When you’ve been good.”

“What if I haven’t?”

“Then you’ll know about it.”

The dark promise in his voice made my stomach tighten.

“Restraints,” I said.

“What kind?”

“Wrists. Perhaps ankles. Nothing that leaves me unable to use a safeword.”

“We can also use an object in your hand. Something you release if speaking becomes difficult.”

I nodded.

“Blindfolds?”

“Yes.”