“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the words coming automatically now, as if a part of me was being reprogrammed despite my conscious objections.
I felt Jax brush his fingers through my hair, the gentle touch at odds with my vulnerable, exposed position. “I think our guests are convinced of the potential, wouldn’t you say, gentlemen?”
Oscar nodded thoughtfully. “If the other girls are half as responsive as this one, we’ll have no trouble keeping the distributors… distracted.”
“I am cautiously optimistic,” Viktor added, his clinical assessment making me shiver.
“That’s all I can hope for,” Jax said breezily. “Now let me show you gentlemen out. Little Lulu, while I’m saying good night, I want you to think about what it means to have your little bottom hole full of what your daddy puts there.”
CHAPTER 13
Jax
As I bid Oscar and Viktor good night, my mind had already begun to work on the problem of how to manage Louisa’s feelings as to what she had, very deliberately on my part, overheard. She would almost certainly try to escape: I, with Rudy and Mateo’s help, needed first and foremost to prepare to act swiftly and decisively when she did. Louisa Bell scored off the charts for intelligence, and when brilliant girls like Louisa went wildcat, as the Selecta assessors generally called it, highly unpredictable things could happen.
I didn’t see any particular need to worry—except of course that the business I had to pretend to be in, the one that Louisa had done enough stupid shit to have gotten herself deeply embedded into, had a lot of unavoidable, inherent danger baked in. Selecta had given me the necessary resources, especially in the persons of my bodyguards, to do what I had to do to roll up Oscar and Viktor’s networks if I could implement the plan. I just needed to manage those resources adroitly.
Above all, I needed to give Louisa what she so badly needed, to allow her to make amends and put this part of her life behind her. The resistance that my watch told me had already begun to manifest itself in her biometrics had to be allowed to come out in one way or another. Then my response had to provide the guidance that would help her push through to the critical stage of her reformation where she would get the chance to do something about her misdeeds.
Would she ever: as the keystone of the plan to take out an enormous swath of the narcotics business in the city, Little Lulu would have an accomplishment not just to make her feel some solace about the past year of her life, but to experience true pride in having made theworlda better place. And all of it would come about through understanding her need to submit as a bad girl to a dominant man—one who understood her bad girl nature and could teach her to understand it too.
I stood in the doorway of my den, looking at the charming sight of Louisa Bell restrained over the training stool with the base of the pink plug so sweetly visible, just above the even sweeter sight of her bare pink pussy. I knew I could keep her safe, even in the extremely unlikely event that her escape attempt was so clever she succeeded in getting away from the apartment for some period of time.
Nevertheless, as she craned her head and I watched her catch sight of me… as I saw her cheeks go bright pink and her eyes go wide as she processed how my hands had begun to unbuckle my belt… as a subtle beep from my watch told me that her arousal had just spiked… I wanted to release her from the stool and turn her over to Selecta’s relocation agency immediately, to make sure nothing harmed her, ever.
And, at the same time, I wanted to keep her here, in my crime-boss penthouse, forever.
And I wanted to get her off the stool, drive right to the airport, and disappear into the night with my bad girl, never to be seen again by anyone like Charlie, Walker, Oscar, Viktor, or any of their greedy, evil, stupid kind.
Yes,I told myself with an inward sigh.You are definitely falling in love with this one.
“Please…” Louisa said. “Daddy… no, please… don’t whip me?”
I finished taking my belt out of its loops, doubled it, and started to wrap it around my fist. At least my incipient love for my Little Lulu and her need for her daddy’s belt across her adorable backside stood in no conflict at all.
“Remember the rule I taught you, baby girl,” I told her, letting an edge of menace creep into my voice. “Bad girls only get fucked with a sore bottom.”
Louisa
“But…” I begged, as Jax began to walk slowly toward me, tapping the doubled belt against the palm of his left hand. “But, Daddy… you already… you already spanked me tonight!”
“That was just a light spanking for our guests,” Jax replied, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made my insides quiver. “This is your real punishment. If you need a reason, I’m going to whip you for all those naughty thoughts I couldsee running through your head during dinner. Really, though—just like I told you—you’re about to be whipped simply because you’ve been a bad girl.”
I whimpered, straining futilely against the restraints that held me bent over the humiliating pink stool. My bottom felt so shamefully revealed, with the plug stretching me open, marking me as Jax’s property in a more intimate way than any tag on my collar ever could, that it made me dizzy.
“I didn’t… but…” I started to protest, but the words died in my throat as Jax ran his hand over my upturned bottom, his touch deceptively gentle.
“Don’t lie to your daddy,” he warned, tapping the belt against my sensitive flesh. “I saw how wet you got when Oscar and Viktor were looking at you. When they tasted your pretty little pussy. You liked it, didn’t you? Being shown off like Daddy’s special toy?”
My face burned with shame because he was right. Despite my fear and humiliation, my body had responded traitorously to being displayed and used for the men’s pleasure. Even now, with the belt poised to strike, I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs.
“Answer me, Little Lulu,” Jax demanded, his voice hardening.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. “I… I liked it.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, the approval in his voice sending an unwanted thrill through me. “Honesty is important. But bad girls who enjoy being shown off still need to be punished. Not because they did something wrong, but because they feel like they did.”
Without further warning, the belt cracked across my bottom, the leather biting into my flesh with shocking intensity. I screamed, jerking against the restraints. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, sending confusing signals of pain and pleasure racing through my body.
