Rory 

I wanted his punishment, and then again. I didn't.

I wanted his love more.

Okay, yeah. I knew Aidan loved me, but the kind of love I wanted from him, well, that wasn't on offer. And I feared no matter what happened between us tonight. I wouldn't be leaving here with what I wanted.

So I had to accept and take what he was willing to give so I could play this night out in my head over and over.

I only hoped it would be enough.

"Sorry, Daddy." I pouted. "I'll be a good girl."

"No, you're not." He took my hand leading us to his bed, and my eyes glued to his delicious arse. I hoped I'd get a chance to take a bite out of that later. "You're not even a little bit sorry."

He's right on that and a bolt of pure lust overrode all other thoughts.

Sitting on his bed, he tugged me and with a slow exhale, I braced myself over his lap, my red hair falling past my face to shield me from his view.

"No. Wait!" he said, and I froze. Fuck. Had he changed his mind again?

He adjusted our position and reached over me to his bedside drawer and yanked it open. I didn't see what he grabbed but when he gathered up my hair, I knew he'd found something to tie it up.

His chuckle was more of a rasp. "Better. I want to see those tears. Those tears you will cry for me."

My heart fluttered strong enough to be a little alarmed as I blinked, looking down at the floor and for the first time, the coolness of the air-conditioning washed over my exposed skin and goosebumps splashed up my arms.

I turned my head to see a full-length mirror, graced with my and Aidan's reflections.

Sucking in a breath. The position, me on his lap, my arse ready, an invitation.

I had to bite back a groan, having wanted this for so damn long. Aidan caught me looking and a smile so different to how he normally smiled crossed his lips and then he adjusted me again, spreading my legs a little wider.

Obviously, I couldn't see what he saw... not even in my reflection. But Aidan did, and it was clear he liked what he saw as he stared at me.

Was he imprinting this night to memory as well?

My breathing picked up a little as my head dropped back down. I wondered how rough he might be. Fuck, I hoped he would be. I didn't want to be treated like some precious little doll. I wanted it all. Disciplined. Degraded just a little and fucked so hard I would feel him for days... weeks if I was lucky.

I gasped as the first swat landed. Aidan grunted and squeezed my arse, making an indistinct sound I hardly recognised.

I waited for the next one. But nothing came.

Was that it? No, surely?

I wriggled on his lap and his hand moved to the small of my back, pinning me in place. "You're not in control here, Rory. I am," he warned.

He palmed my cheek, and I was starting to think he was definitely an arse man.

And then his hand came down hard on my arse before I braced myself for impact.

I shrieked, and he waited a beat and then said, "Thirty. Can you handle that, Rory?"

Sounded easy and if not, then I would just have to suck it up. "Yes."

"Count." His hand came down again. "Stop or forget your place and we start again."

"One," I said through gritted teeth.

And so it continued. He switched the strength and placement of each swat until my entire arse and upper thighs were burning. I got to fifteen, and the tears were streaming and I sobbed out each number.

My pussy and arse had heartbeats of their own.

At twenty, I was breathing so hard and cried out when instead of the next swot, he thrust his finger inside me.

"Baby girl," he breathed out. "You're not supposed to be enjoying your punishment."

I didn't doubt I was wet, gushing. My skin was clammy, and I was sticking to his muscled thighs.

He wedged another blunt finger into me, and I clenched around him.

He twisted his wrist and stroked the tip of my g-spot, just like earlier, making me hotter, wetter.

And then they were gone, and then it started up again.

"Twenty." I cried... Fuck. "Twenty-one... I meant twenty-one." I breathed hard, correcting myself.

He chuckled and those that followed came in rapid succession and my whole body sobbed and rejoiced with each slap.

"Thirty. Thirty... thirty."

And then his fingers were back inside me. "Good girl," he cooed, and you could hear the pride in his tone.

Pain, tears and a disgusting amount of snot should have made me feel horrid. But it didn't even touch me. I only felt the movement of his fingers inside me, and this time he let me go over the edge as I sobbed through my second orgasm.

The world could have cracked open and I wouldn't have cared.

"Blow, baby girl" he instructed, and I blinked to find myself curled up on his lap and him pressing a tissue to my nose.

Finally snot free, I pressed harder into him, letting the rhythm of his breathing soothe me as it was only then I realised I was shaking.

This was all so surreal as Aidan held me tighter, and he seemed just as affected by what had just happened as I was. But, honestly, a part of my brain was trying to convince me this was all a dream and he hadn't returned.

But I wasn't dreaming. And my night was nowhere near over yet.

"Will your legs hold you or do I need to carry you?" He pushed a strand of hair from my face.

I felt I had to prove a point as I pushed off him and forced myself to stand... and almost toppled over.

Aidan caught me.

"I'm fine."

He scooped me up and carried me off to the bathroom, where he sat me down on the countertop and flicked on the shower.

I was terrified to ask. "Is it over?"

His gaze swung my way as his dark eyes assessed me. "Look at you. It's like you were born solely to tempt me."

He hadn't answered my question.

"And no, Rory. We're far from done."

He lifted me and stepped inside his huge shower. Easing me onto my feet. He held me steady until he was sure I wouldn't fall. He carefully freed my hair from the band and I tipped my head back. Lengthening my neck, the warm water was welcome. Eyes closed, Aidan pressed his lips to the wet skin of my throat and kissed me. His hands were soft and gentle in their care and exploration, as was his mouth.

I felt loved and didn't even consider rushing him. And when he was sure I was thoroughly cleaned, he flipped off the shower and dried me off and carried me back into his bedroom and then disappeared to get me a drink and some chocolate.

He watched me eat and when I'd finished, he sat next to me and lightly rang his thumb over my wrist. "It's okay if you want to stop."

Stop!?

I turned to face him. "I don't want to stop, Aidan." I never wanted this night to end.