Victorious(44)

“And you made me scream. You’ve known since day one that she’s protective of me.”

“She’s certifiable!”

“She’s my baby.”

Fluff coos as I stroke her. “Naughty girl biting Daddy’s booty. Those buns are insured for millions. You can’t damage the merchandise.”

“Do you know how close she came to my balls where our future children live?”

I bite my lip because I know he won’t appreciate my laughter right now. “She’s very sorry she bit you. Again.”

“That’s three times. You know what they say about three strikes and you’re out?”

“If she’s out, I’m out.”

Through gritted teeth, he says, “Would you please remove her from our bedroom?”

“Don’t worry, precious. Daddy’s not really mad. You threatened his manhood, and boys are really funny about those kinds of threats. He understands that you were only protecting me.” I kiss her face and send her to go lie down in the living room, closing the bedroom door. Turning to him, I find that he’s nowhere near as amused by this as I am. “You have to admit it’s kinda funny.”

“It’s not even sorta funny.”

I pinch my fingers together as he advances on me. “Maybe just a teeny tiny bit funny?” I take a step back and encounter the wall.

“Nope. In fact, since you find it so funny, I assume you won’t mind accepting Fluff’s punishment for her. After all, I can’t exactly spank a poor, defenseless old dog.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” He goes to sit on the bed and pats his lap.

I approach, planning to sit on his lap, but apparently that’s not what he has in mind. He turns me, and I end up facedown over his lap, his intentions now crystal clear as he rubs a hand over my cheeks. “Flynn, wait…”

“You know what to say to put a stop to it. Now,” he says, continuing to caress my suddenly sensitive skin, “how many spanks do we think your little wildebeest earned by biting me?”

“One.”

“Ha-ha, try again. She could’ve unmanned me.”

“She never came close to unmanning you.”

“Depends on your perspective. If you give me a reasonable number, I’ll let you decide. Otherwise, I’ll decide, and I have a feeling my number won’t seem reasonable to you. After all, it was my butt that got bit.”

“Five?” I ask in little more than a squeak. The blood is beginning to rush to my head, among other places.

“Hmm, that’s a little more reasonable than one, but not quite in the range that I was thinking. Want to try again?”

“Seven?”

“Getting closer, but I’d say nothing less than ten would do in light of Fluff’s crime.”

“Ten? Seriously?”

“You know how to say no…”

The word is on the tip of my tongue, but I bite it. I won’t give him the satisfaction. “Fine.”

“What was that you said?”

“I said it’s fine.”

“Ten it is, then. Are you ready?”

“Hurry up already. I’m getting a headache from hanging upside down.”

“We can’t have that.” He helps me up and onto the bed, where he sits back against a pile of pillows and arranges me over his lap with my head cushioned by another pillow. His hard cock is pressed against my belly, which lets me know he’s not unaffected by this, despite his businesslike demeanor. “Better?”

“I guess.”

“Do we need to add to the number to address your attitude?”

“You have to admit this isn’t fair!”

“It also isn’t fair that your dog bit my ass.”

“I didn’t bite your ass.”

“If you had bitten my ass, I wouldn’t be punishing you. Trust me on that.”

I’m intrigued by this insight. “Good to know.”

“I’d also remind you that you laughed after my butt was bitten.”

“It was funny! And you laughed the first time she bit you. How was I to know this was different?”

His hand comes down on my ass, the sharp cracking sound echoing through the big room. “Count them.”

“One,” I say, my teeth tight with the indignation, which is only exacerbated by the spread of heat from my bottom to my clit. How is this turning me on? My nipples tingle as well, which nearly makes me growl in aggravation. I feel like my body is betraying me.

His hand lands on the other side, near where my cheek meets my leg.

“Two.”

By eight, I’m sobbing from the need for release. By nine, I’m on the verge of begging, and when the tenth spank lands in the same spot as the first, I can’t hold back any longer. My entire body seizes from the explosive release that overtakes me.

Flynn’s fingers delve between my cheeks to slide through the flood of moisture. “I don’t recall giving you permission to come.”

I don’t even have the wherewithal to apologize, to beg for mercy, to do anything other than breathe and feel. Then he’s turning me over. His hands slide up my legs, parting them as he settles on top of me, wiping away my tears with his fingers.