Page 99 of Beautiful Disaster

Daddy: Naughty. You know how I feel about expletives.

I bite my bottom lip as I text my response.

Me: Shit, yeah, I’m fucking sorry about that. Guess you’ll have to teach me a goddamn lesson.

Me: 😈😈😈

Daddy: I look forward to it, my pet.

After about an hour of unwinding, I head home to clean up and get ready for some fun with Mason.

As soon as I walk into Mason’s house, I don’t greet him. I brush by him, removing my clothes, one item at a time, and dropping them to the floor, intentionally making a mess.

It’s been a while since we had a session, and I miss it.

Once I’m naked, I look over my shoulder at Mason, who’s standing there holding my T-shirt he picked up off the floor, staring at me as if he’s seeing a different person.

His eyebrow shoots up, and he smiles crookedly. “We’re in one of those moods, I see.”

“Yep. Whatcha gonna do about it… Daddy?”

He drops my shirt and stalks over to me like a damn predator, but I run off and up the stairs. I can hear him close behind me, so I try to run faster, but by the time I’ve reached the stairs, Mason catches me and tosses me over his shoulder. As he heads to his bedroom, he smacks my ass hard. It stings, but my cock hardens.

“What am I to do with you, my pet? You’re so naughty tonight.”

“I guess you’re gonna have to spank me real hard. Teach me a lesson. This is what happens when you’ve neglected your sub.”

He chuckles deeply. “Is that a fact?”

“Yep. My ass has been especially neglected.”

“I aim to remedy that.”

He drops me onto his bed. I quickly roll forward and point my ass in the air, wiggling it. “I know you’re just dying to mark me with your hand.”

Mason grips my nuts and tugs them a little too hard. “Behave. You do not want to push me.”

“But I do.”

“Do I need to bind you? Or are you going to take your punishment like a good pet?”

“You probably shouldn’t take any precautions.”

I love pushing him. I’m curious to see what he has planned for me.

“Very well. Don’t move. If you do, I’ll have to edge you over and over, never letting you come. There won’t be any coming for a week if you get off this bed for any reason.”

My cock jumps at the thought. The idea of being brought to the edge and constantly denying my orgasm should be humbling, but I want it all.

“Stay,” he says, and leaves the room.

Despite my need to disobey, I don’t move. I’m way too curious to know what he’s got in store.

He’s clearly taking his time, making me squirm. It’s working. I’m fucking itching to get off the bed and hunt him down.

My back is to the door, so I only hear him coming in. He sets some things down and comes over to me, dangling the silky blindfold I’d gotten him in front of me.

“Color, Precious.”