Chapter 1
Zia’s POV
After a long day of my beautiful job I finally get to go home and see him, I can’t wait. As I leave work, my phone rings it’s him;
Him
: Hey baby girl.
Me
: Hi babe!
Him:
I know we were supposed to have
dinner together tonight but the boys and I are finishing up a recording and then I get tomorrow off to do whatever we want ok?
Me
: Okay, I’m staying up though.
Him
: No you are going to bed and that’s final baby. *
speaks sternly with his deep voice*
Me:
Fine Daddy😒
Him:
I thought so!
*Hangs up *
If he thought he was cancelling our plans tonight he has a thing or two coming his way, there’s no way I’m going to bed without him. Not even his stern voice is going to stop the bratty submissive in me from coming out tonight and teasing the hell out of him.
I text Jack and ask him to text me when Corbyn leaves the studio because I have a surprise planned for him. He agrees to do so.
I eat supper and decide to watch Netflix and chill after I put his favourite leather outfit on along with a collar.
21:30
Jack texts me that Corbyn’s leaving the studio. I immediately switch off the TV and make sure the living room and Kitchen downstairs looks neat as though I had long gone to sleep, before kneeling at the top of the stairs waiting for him to get home.
Ten minutes later I hear his car, and wait patiently. I hear him walking in, past the living room as he finally reaches the bottom of the stairs.
He gasps as he sees me kneeling perfectly, ready for him. He races up the stairs and crouches in front of me before grabbing my thigh
“Someone’s been a bad girl and hasn’t listened to daddy”
I moan
“Mmm”
before he responds with
“And bad girls like you have to be punished”
He then pulls me to my feet, grabs a handful of my hair guiding me to our bedroom.
He then bonded me up with rope along the crevices of my thighs and breasts; blindfolded me and cuffed me to a bench so that my ass was presented to him. He started peppering gentle kisses along my back all the way to my thighs before suddenly swinging his flogger against the small of my back. He whispered
“ You going to be a good little slut and count each hit, you will thank me with every count. If you make any other sound your punishment will restart, understood?”
To which I replied
“Yes Master”.
“Twenty five, thank you Sir”
I was a teary eyed mess while he continued his beautiful torture on me. His next move took my by surprise he strapped a vibrator to the bench so it barely kissed my clit; I moaned out in ecstasy
“Anghh”
and he stopped the flogging and kept the vibrator on while growling out his command
“You will not cum without my permission”
all I could verbalise was another moan “
Mngh
” before I started begging for more
“ Pp-Please Master”
he let out a deep chuckle before saying
“Beg for it my dirty little slut, look at your face pathetically covered in smudged makeup”.
I couldn’t hold on for much longer and was soon going to become undone
“Please master let your filthy slut cum”
he crouched in between my thighs and said
“Count down from ten then you may”
I did as I was told and as the word zero left my lips, my back arched and the rest of my body started convulsing and shivering with pleasure; it was pure bliss. He then uncuffed me and I was limp and couldn’t stand; he let out a dark, satisfied chuckle before scooping my up in his arms bridal style and taking me to bed.
He layed me down before retrieving a warm wet cloth and salve ointment...He gently wiped over the beautiful red welts he created, then used his skilled fingers to soothingly apply the ointment into them before I said
“ thank you for tonight”
and he responded with
“ No Babygirl I should be thanking you for tonight; you were amazing...I love seeing your makeup drip off of your face while I ruin you. You take it so well”.
I blushed unexpectedly and reached for him before he engulfed me in his majestic arms and cradled me into his chest as we fell asleep.
