War of Hearts

“Discipline. Structure. Rules. You need someone who will take care of you, someone who cares enough to correct your behavior when you’re acting out for attention.”

“I don’t want attention.”

“Don’t you?” I challenged. “I know you care about Joseph, but he’s not giving you what you need. I’ll give you what you need.”

“You’re scaring me,” she breathed, but she still wasn’t trying to fight me off.

“You’re not scared, princess. You’ve never been scared of me. Not really. You’re scared of what you want from me. You’re scared of how I make you feel.”

I wrapped my arm around her and cupped her breast, squeezing gently. She gasped and arched into my touch.

“And I’m going to make you feel so good, babygirl. I promise. But first, you need a lesson in respect. You’ve been pushing me, testing me. Then, you hide behind Joseph before I can give you what you really want. Well, I’m not going to let him come between us anymore. He’s acting like an idiot, and I’ve run out of patience. You shouldn’t have flipped me off, princess. That was very naughty. You should have been a good girl and eaten the breakfast I made for you.”

“I didn’t want to.” There it was. The petulant pout I’d been waiting for. She was playing right into my hands, even if she didn’t realize what was happening between us.

“It doesn’t matter that you didn’t want to. Daddy knows what’s best for you.”

“What?” The question was barely audible, coming out on a little puff of air.

“You heard me, little girl.” I palmed her breast, and her head tipped back against my shoulder. “I don’t have many rules, but the most important one is that you always respect Daddy.”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words were faint, breathless.

“You will. I have so much to teach you, princess.” I pulled back just far enough so she’d feel the heat of my declaration on her neck. “You will learn. I’m going to punish you now. I’m going to turn your pretty bottom red with my hand. You’re going to take your discipline like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“I… I don’t know…”

I shushed her gently. “You’ll feel better after. You shouldn’t have flipped me off. You know it was wrong, don’t you?”

“I was mad at you. You aren’t going to let me use the pool.”

“We can’t always get what we want, babygirl. You have to trust that Daddy knows what’s best for you. It’s not okay to disrespect me, even if you’re mad.”

I moved my hand down from her breast, feeling her body through the thin camisole she wore. When I reached the band of her yoga pants, I tugged the material down slowly, revealing her bare ass.

Fuck. Joseph hadn’t given her underwear.

Maybe he wasn’t holding back as much as I thought.

I pushed the pants down her thighs, leaving them bunched at her knees so she couldn’t kick out at me, if she decided to be even naughtier.

I didn’t think she would, though. My princess was a sweet girl at heart. She just needed attention. Correction. Affection.

I lightly tapped my palm against her pale ass cheek, just hard enough to elicit a small pop. Judging by way she gasped and rocked her hips forward, you’d think I’d put my full strength behind the blow.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, guiding her back so her ass was thrust out, waiting for my discipline.

“Stay still,” I commanded, my tone dropping deeper without a thought.

A light tremor ran thr

ough her body, but she didn’t shift away when I released her waist.

I stroked her ass, letting her feel the heat and size of my hand. “Good girl.”

She pressed her face against her arm and let out the most adorable little whimper. She was deeply affected by my words of praise, by my gentle touch. She was still confused, probably overwhelmed by her reaction to the shifting dynamic between us.

But she wasn’t moving away from my hand.