“Do you know what that is?” I asked.
“A gun?” he squeaked.
I frowned, and he suddenly seemed to realize that I wasn’t his friend. Nope.
“That’s like saying you’re a person,” I grunted. Picking up the weapon, I looked at it fondly. “This is a Glock 19. Favored by Navy SEALs.” I set it back on the desk before the kid peed his pants.
“Do you know what else?”
He shook his head jerkily. “No. Um, no, sir.”
I pinned him with a deadly glare. “It’s the gun I’ll use on you if you hurt my daughter. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“YES, SIR!” Kohen snapped from right behind the kid.
Jefferson jumped so hard the chair would have tipped backward if Kohen hadn’t caught it and set it right.
“Yes, sir.”
I stood and placed my palms on the desk, leaning forward so I looked down at the boy. “If you say or do anything inappropriate, I’ll know. And”—I paused for dramatic effect because this was way too much fun—“they’ll never find your body.”
All the blood drained from his face, and I deepened my scowl to keep from laughing. “Do you know why?”
Jefferson shook his head again.
Kohen leaned down and growled directly into his face. “Because he’s that fucking good.”
Audrey was waiting for me when I walked into our bedroom with her hands on her hips and a murderous expression on her beautiful face. She was so cute when she got riled up, especially because it made her freckles stand out, which always made me want to lick her like a lollipop.
But I was still pissed at being tricked into letting that little shit anywhere near my baby girl.
“Merrick Ashford! What the heck did you say to that poor boy? He wouldn’t even meet my eyes! Lana was mortified!”
“Get on the bed, kitten,” I growled, my tone deadly as I stalked to the closet, ignoring her outrage.
I grabbed what I needed, and when I entered the bedroom again, she was still standing there glaring at me.
“On. The. Bed. Audrey,” I ordered as I prowled toward her.
She opened her mouth to argue, but something in my eyes must have made it clear that I wasn’t playing. Especially when she spotted the silk ties in my hands. And not the ones we sometimes used for fun.
I saved these for special occasions. The ones where my wife had earned herself an ass so red she spent a week remembering how she earned her spanking.
“But-but Merrick!”
Her protest turned into a shriek when I grabbed the front of her shirt and tore it down the middle. I tossed the restraints on the bed and pushed her shirt off, then popped the front clasp on her bra and took it off too. Her skirt went next, and when I saw her bare, glistening pussy, I sighed. “You’re pushing your luck, kitten,” I grunted.
Shortly after we were married, we’d been out on our back deck, and when she stood, a gust of wind lifted her skirt so high I could see she wasn’t wearing underwear. From that moment on, I forbid her to ever go commando unless it was inside our home.
I closed my eyes and counted to ten, trying to calm my rage at the thought of one of my buddies seeing what was meant for my eyes only.
“I don’t know—” Audrey was trying to look innocent, but I wasn’t in the mood.
“Get your ass on the bed and in the air, wife,” I barked.
Audrey spun around and scrambled up onto our bed, positioning herself on all fours. Fuck. She looked so damn sexy like that. Her big tits swayed as she moved, and my mouth watered. Later, I promised myself.
I secured each of Audrey’s wrists to a bedpost before going to the end and stripping off my clothes while I stared at her juicy ass.
“You were a very bad kitty today,” I said as I climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. “You lied to me, Audrey.”
She gasped. “I did not!”
I slapped one cheek hard enough to leave a print for a moment before the red faded into milky white, freckled skin. “Omission, kitten, is still a lie.”
“But—”
I spanked her other cheek, and she cried out in pain and pleasure. I drew the tip of my finger up her slit and groaned when it came away covered in her cream. After licking the digit clean, I spanked each cheek twice more. “You manipulated me.” Smack! “Used my daughter against me.” Smack! “Forced me to let that shit take my baby girl out.” Smack! Smack! “You’ve earned yourself a blistered ass for the next month, kitten.”
“Merrick,” she moaned.
“But I’m just going to punish you tonight if you take it like a good little pussy cat. Am I clear?”
“Yes.”
I spanked her repeatedly, stopping every once in a while to play with her tight little pussy until she was nearing the edge of climax. Then I’d back off until it ebbed, spank her a little more, and do it again.