I gave her two good punches and she squealed after the second one landed. Nicola held her tightly as she squirmed in his arms. For the third time, I belted her with a little more force. For a split second she remained silent, and then a long cry erupted from her throat.
I reassured her, “Just two more,” and she relaxed. “If you feel the need to cry, go ahead. ”
Her tiny body shook as she sobbed loudly. Seeing her cry didn’t affect me emotionally. Having this was essential for her. She required the reprimand, the focus, and the love. Because I was taking her by the hand to shield her from harm, even if doing so caused her some discomfort.
The final two blows I delivered came quickly after each other to disperse the pain. She let out a loud scream as her back arched and her muscles tensed. Then she just slumped over against Nicola, head tipped forward, and tears ran down her face and onto the bed.
I dropped my belt and held out my arms. I took her from Nicola and sat on the edge of the bed, holding her close to my heart. Holding her close, I kissed her wet cheeks. Neither did she recoil in fear or try to avoid me. She curled her fingers into my shirt and pressed her face against my neck.
Warmth expanded in my chest. I’d been right about her from the very beginning. Emily might have given herself to Nicola a long time ago, but she was meant for me, too. She was mine. Ours.
Emily
“I’m confused as to why Nicola had to go. “From where I was perched on the kitchen island, I posed the question. My bottom hurt as it landed on the soft seat, but the pain was accompanied by a warming sensation that I couldn’t ignore.
I wanted to have more conversations with them both because I couldn’t figure out why I was acting this way. When my sobs had subsided, though, Nicola explained that he would have to leave me with Mathew for the day.
My anxiety about spending time alone with Mathew has decreased significantly since last week. In spite of the fact that he still made me anxious, I found myself longing for more contact with him. Because I was seeking insight into his character. I felt like there was something I was missing in our relationship.
Us. All three of us. Me, Nicola, and Matthew.
I was still having trouble understanding it. Exactly what I was expecting, this was… I knew it wasn’t incorrect since Mathew had assured me of it. But that was unorthodox, to put it mildly.
I don’t understand how I could possibly love two guys at once. And how on earth could they stand for that?
They wouldn’t be envious, Mathew said they only wanted to be with me. the same moment.
I was crimson in the face, and not from embarrassment, at the thought of their hands holding me down as Matthew kissed me and Nicola licked my pussy and fingered my ass.
That I had tried to flee before giving them a chance to explain had been foolish. My derriere may have been sore from Mathew’s belt, but I was at my most calm and collected since arriving at his estate. For weeks, I avoided Mathew by staying under Nicola’s shadow. We had a really sinister connection, and while I told myself he was scary, I was truly terrified of it.
In spite of my confusion, my emotions for and physical attraction to both guys remained unabated.
Mathew, on his way to the fridge, told me, “Nicola’s father wants to meet with him.” They must have a business discussion.
“Oh.” A little bit of despair set in. I felt obligated to look after both Nicola and Mathew, but knowing that Nicola also had other commitments destroyed my perfect little world. His place in the criminal underground was unavoidable, regardless of his aspirations. Mathew was, too.
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
I blinked and redirected my attention to Mathew. Because I knew they couldn’t change their aggressive ways, I didn’t want to bring it up. Well, not at this time. Nicola had made it quite plain that he wanted to go, that once the threat was over, he wanted to return to Cambridge with me. Because I didn’t want to abandon Mathew, I prayed he felt the same way.
“If you’re going to call me that, tell me why. ” Instead of venting my frustrations on him, I just asked.
“Just because I love you and want to protect you as my girl. ”
“Is that why you want me to call you Daddy?”
His head bobbed up and down. “Exactly. The role of girlfriend isn’t all I’m looking for from you, Emily. Actually, I desire something far more substantial: a more profound connection. I want to demonstrate what it implies since I realize it’s all new to you. I’ve got something very wonderful in store for us. ”
As in, “What were you thinking?” My hands twitched as I nervously picked at my fingernails. Mathew had already given me a spanking and a belt whipping. “Do you plan on punishing me once more? For the simple reason that I feel terrible about my escape attempt. And I mean that really.
“Yes, goddess, I know you to be. And no, I won’t be punishing you any longer. And certainly not unless you want to be really bad. I don’t want to spank you again so quickly since I know how painful it is. What I really want, however, is to provide for you in whatever way I can. Please allow me to.”
I appreciated that Mathew was going to look out for me; his love for me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. From the beginning of our relationship, Nicola was completely preoccupied with me. He had sought to have me as his property and have me serve him. That made sense to me now.
Although I was expecting one thing, Mathew had other expectations. A mysterious and ominous presence. Something that caused me to shudder even as my passion for him grew.
“You may call me Daddy. ” Let me illustrate the significance. All that is required of you is to behave like a nice little girl and do what you are instructed.
Is there any way out if I refuse to do what I’m instructed?