by R J Gray
"I have to pee," Teagan said and turned toward him. "Is that okay with you, almighty master of the universe?" she bit out sarcastically.
"Teagan Anne."
"What?"
"Don't do that."
"Do what?" she asked. Turning away from him again, she tossed her bra to the side, pulling her shirt over her head. She chuckled to herself; how very Ro of her.
"Get defensive because you know you are in the wrong and you are not going to get the answer you like."
"I surely don't know what you are talking about." Luca's exaggerated sigh let Teagan know he wasn't buying it. She pulled her underwear up, frowning as the dampness hit her skin. She'd grab a fresh pair on her way to pee. She snatched up her jeans, no point in putting them on just to pull them off when she went to change her underwear, and headed out of the guest room without a backward glance at the brooding man behind her.
"Go to the bathroom, clean yourself up, and then meet me in the living room. We have a conversation to continue," Luca said to her back. Teagan didn't respond at all. She just kept walking. "That's an extra five," she heard him call after her.
Chapter 16
Teagan slipped into her bedroom, shut the door behind her, and leaned against it. Sliding down along the cold wood until she sat on the floor, she dropped her head into her hands. Why did she do that? Why did she fight Luca at every turn? Why did she automatically return to sarcasm as a defense? More importantly, how could she stop? She had a feeling that he was going to help her, whether she wanted him to or not.
God, he was a sexy man, and he had made love to her like he knew every inch of her body, even though this was the first time he had lain with her in that way. He played her like a fine-tuned instrument, strumming a beautiful melody out of them that only together they could make. He challenged her more than her job, her sisters or anyone else could ever do… and she loved it. She wasn't one to give in easily, and this was no different. Perhaps—no, she was sure of it—she was fighting him to see how far he would let her go, how serious and consistent he would be, how much he would let her get away with, and how much teasing he could tolerate. The real question was could she tell him these things?
"Teagan Anne, it is taking you an awfully long time to clean up," Luca said, his voice carrying into the room.
"I'll be right there," she called after pushing herself to standing. She hurried to her dresser and, opening the drawer, pushed around the underwear inside, looking for a certain pair. Finding they sexy, lacy, red pair she was searching for, Teagan raced into the bathroom to clean herself and don them, tossing her jeans into the laundry basket, and headed into the living room to face the music. Turned out, Luca could strum many different tunes out of her.
The dining room table was cleared off. Expecting to find the dirty dishes piled into the kitchen sink, Teagan went to see. The sink was empty and spotless, the hum of the dishwasher the only noise. Luca had cleaned up from their dinner. Would wonders not cease with him? He became a better boyfriend with each passing moment. Teagan giggled at the thought. They had been boyfriend and girlfriend for too short of a time to really come to a conclusion on what kind of boyfriend he would be, but she already knew he was a good one.
"This doesn't look like the living room to me," Luca said, clearing his throat.
Teagan startled. "I was getting there."
"Oh? Taking the scenic route?"
"I noticed the dining room had been cleaned up, and I was curious to see how many dishes were in the sink." Teagan walked toward Luca as she spoke. Reaching him, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. "Thank you."
"You are more than welcome, darlin'. I saw a mess and cleaned it up."
"I appreciate it. I hate doing dishes."
"I don't mind doing them. Growing up on a working ranch, we all took turns doing the chores. Some were harder than others. Housework was done by the men and the women alike. I can pull my weight in more than one way, and I like taking care of my little girl."
"It's taking some getting used to, not being completely independent and doing things on my own, but not having to do the dishes by myself, that, I could get used to," Teagan said, and they both laughed.
Taking her by the hand, Luca led her into the living room. "Someone needs to take control of things between us, and that someone is me. I'll take care of you and us, darlin'. All I need you to do is show up and love me. Can you do that, Teagan?" Luca started.
"That, I can do. You, Lorenzo De Luca, are easy to love."
"As are you, even if you might not be easy to lead." He sat, pulling her with him onto the couch. "God, you are soft. You smell so good." He buried his face into her hair and inhaled.
"You don't smell too bad yourself," Teagan said, leaning in, kissing his neck.
"No. We can't start this again. We have other things to do at the moment. Although, these," Luca snapped the band of Teagan's lacy underwear, "are a nice touch."
"Daddy, I…" Teagan swallowed hard, looking for the right words.
"Yes, darlin'?" He waited, allowing her the time to figure it out.
"When I was getting cleaned up, I had a lot of thoughts going through my mind. I was wondering why my first reaction to your scolding, even your gentle scolding, is to fight back, sarcasm, or defensiveness. I thought I-I…" She tugged at her hair, her continuous nervous habit, one she'd developed as a small child.
"You thought what, darlin'?" Luca pried gently.
"I wondered if I was pushing you, maybe? Seeking to see how far you would go before you would punish me or what you would and would not let me get away with. I like to tease you, but sometimes, I don't know where the line is. I don't know. It's stupid. I'm stupid."
Just like that, she was face down over his knee feeling his iron-like hand come crashing down onto her bottom, her red lace panties, specifically picked out, doing little to offer protection.
"I will have no more self-deprecating talk out of you, darlin'." He emphasized each word with a swat. "You are not stupid." Spank. Swat. Slap. Smack. "Your thoughts are not stupid, either." Swat. Slap. He sat her up on his lap then, her bottom warmed greatly, the warning impressed upon her in more than one way.
"Now, before that last sentence fell so disgustingly out of your mouth, I was going to tell you," he tipped her chin up, stroking her face, "how proud I was of you for opening yourself to me. I understand what you are saying; you are testing your Daddy to see how much you can get away with. I've drawn a line in the sand, and you want to see how close you can get, or even if you can cross it, before you will face my displeasure. Knowing you the way I do, I think you have probably always been a rule tester, yes?"
She thought back through the years of her life. In high school, she never believed anything she was told, and she had tested everything. It wasn't just rules, mathematical and science facts included. She had a hard time trusting people and found herself looking things up and verifying just to know, herself.
"Yes, Daddy."
"It is okay to test me, darlin'."
"It is?" Teagan tapped her lips with her finger. "Are you sure?"
"You might not like the consequences, but over time, you will become more confident in us and what we have and stop testing. Testing your Daddy is a part of this dynamic for many submissives of all backgrounds. My girl just has a deeper need for rules, structure, and consistency."
Teagan thought about his words for a second. He was right, and he was giving her enough rope to hang herself with. She was grateful for that rope, burn and all.
"Did I answer your questions?" Luca asked.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Thank you for coming to me with them, darlin'. I am proud of you," he praised.
She beamed at his words.
"Now, Teagan Anne, I need you to come stand right here." He pointed between his legs and waited for her to obey. Once she stood there, he looped his finger into the band of her underwear and pulled them down to her ankles, baring her. "Step out of your underwear and go put yo
urself in that corner over there."
"Daddy?"
"What did I tell you would happen during your punishments?"
"Oh."
"Oh? How about, yes, Daddy?"
"Yes, Daddy." He turned her around, swatted her bottom and pushed her back gently toward the corner of the room.
Teagan felt ridiculous. Goosebumps covered her bare legs as she stood in the corner of the room, with Luca sitting on the couch watching her. She shifted from leg to leg.
"Hold still and think about why you are in the corner with your bare ass on display."
Teagan wondered if he spoke crudely in order to make her even more antsy. If that was the goal, he succeeded. She stared at the wall ahead of her, looking at where the cracks intersected, mentally making a list of different colors of paint samples that might look good with her furniture in there.
"Okay, darlin', come here," Luca called to her. She gladly rushed back to him. She knew he was going to spank her, but she was ready to pay the price and be done with it.
"Why were you standing in the corner?"
"Because I lied to you and said I was sick tonight."
"You know, darlin', I have quite the issue here. You see, we were supposed to address you calling me names at the meeting today. I also need to bring you to task for lying to me about being sick, for fighting me, hiding things from me, and trying to leave me. There is an entire list of reasons to tan your hide, darlin'. I want to leave this up to you. I owe you five from your refusal to answer me in the hallway. Here are your choices: I can spank you for each offense with a different implement, or I can spank you with my hand, five with my belt, and punish the inside of your butt for the rest of the offenses."
Teagan swallowed hard. Inside of her butt? "Wh-what do you mean, Daddy?"
"I mean, Teagan Anne, I will bend you over and penetrate your tight little asshole with my throbbing cock. I will make sure I don't tear or hurt you, but you will not receive any pleasure from the act. Now, what will it be?"
Teagan felt betrayed by the flood of fluid that flowed down her thighs. It took her little time to make her decision.
"The second one, Daddy."
"Then let's get to it. Do you have any lubricant?" Luca asked.
She nodded yes and scurried off to get it. When she returned, she put it in Luca's outstretched hand.
"Let's go into the guestroom." He took her by the upper arm and walked her into the room, sitting on the side of the bed and pulling her over his knees.
Teagan rested her upper body flat on the bed, her legs behind her. She felt Luca's hand start to fall on her behind, but she couldn't focus on that. All she could think of was what was to come. She heard the slaps of skin meeting skin reverberating off the walls, an occasional swat falling low, and she moaned out in pain, but somehow, her brain overrode the majority of the pain.
Then it stopped, and Luca's voice cut through her thoughts. "I want you on your hands and knees, on the edge of the bed," he said, pointing. After she obeyed, Luca took her ankles and pulled her down until her knees rested on the very edge of the bed. "Butt out; you will count these." Teagan heard the belt clear the loops and watched over her shoulder as he doubled it up.
"Face forward, darlin'." Luca handed her a pillow from the bed; Teagan fisted it and buried her face. "Count. Every time you miss, you will earn extra." Teagan heard the swish of the belt before it landed with a heavy thud on her behind, a line of fire appearing a second later.
"One, Daddy," she gasped out. Another lash fell and then another. Her butt was on fire.
"Four, Daddy," she cried, wiggling in pain, clenching her cheeks in preparation of the fifth. The fifth fell on her upper thighs.
"Five, Daddy." She fell forward, breathing out the breath she didn't know she had been holding.
"We aren't done yet." Luca stood behind her and rubbed her sore, lashed behind. "Keep your face forward, relax your behind, push back, like you have to poop, darlin'. It will go easier on you that way." Luca's hand went under her stomach and he moved her forward on the bed.
Teagan heard the zipper on his jeans, and then he was there, his hard cock pushing at her back door.
Luca was merciful. He went slowly, pressing until she stretched around him, then with one hard thrust, he was in. She screamed out as the sharp pain bit at her. When he started moving, the pain dulled some. She wasn't enjoying it, couldn't enjoy the way he was riding her. Her clit was throbbing, needing attention, so she reached back to it.
"Move that hand away; this is a punishment, Teagan. Grab the pillow."
She obeyed, begrudgingly. He rode her then, hard. His hairy thighs rubbed against her striped ones, causing the pain to radiate more. Teagan had never felt more used in her life. Her cream gushed from between her legs, the arousal brought from the feel of his ownership physically manifesting down her limbs.
Luca fisted Teagan's hair, riding harder. She screamed out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. She couldn't put her finger on where one ended and the other began. It didn't matter.
Nothing mattered in that moment. In the moment of raw dominance, the only thing that mattered to Teagan was that she was his. In that moment, that precise moment, when his seed exploded in her ass, she gave herself to him. Fully. Completely. Surrendered. Everything she had. Body, mind and heart.
Chapter 17
The next two weeks went by quickly. The snow came, dusting Portland in a beautiful, almost magical glow. The holiday season was fast upon them, the trees lit with twinkling lights, noses and cheeks red from the bite of cold winds. Teagan found her place within her Daddy's arms. There were a few more spankings and many more orgasms. Luca was the perfect Daddy friend, as Teagan would mutter to herself before breaking out into a fit of laughter. Patient, kind but strict, and consistent in his rules. He truly was making her a better person.
In a few short weeks, she felt like she had known Luca her entire life. They spoke multiple times a day via text and always spoke before bed if they weren't physically together. She had a new normal. Every Tuesday, they had dinner at Ro's house. Tonight, was the third Tuesday of December, and Jason and Evie would be joining them for the first time. It wouldn't be the typical dinner, as there were many topics on the agenda for discussion.
It was almost noon when Teagan got out of the shower and was getting ready for work. She had settled into a routine of sorts, but it was completely off today, as she had been woken in the middle of the night by a case and hadn't left work until the early hours in the morning. Her phone was full of missed texts. Both her sisters had been Chatty-Cathys, her partner had a couple questions about the case, and Luca had sent a series of texts that got increasingly more aggressive as they went unanswered. One of the ways he had been challenging her to be better was to help her get into healthier sleeping and eating patterns. She had balked at first, but now, Teagan had to admit that she had more energy than ever. It was no surprise then, when she saw his last text.
I am assuming you are still sleeping or you stayed up too late. What time did you go to bed last night, darlin'? Luca inquired via text.
Morning, Daddy, late night case. I'm just getting going for the day.
That is acceptable. Are you all right? Luca had asked her that after every case she responded to. It was sweet how he worried about her. At first, she had balked at his concern, seeing it as him doubting her strength. Now, she saw his question as genuine care for her.
I am good, Daddy.
I have a busy day today. I'll be thinking of you, but I might be unreachable. See you at dinner?
Of course. You know how much I love Ro's tacos.
I'll have you for dessert.
Teagan giggled as she slipped on her boots and grabbed her coat. She had felt lighter since the night Luca had taken her anal virginity. The raw, primal experience of his ownership had been the light switch that went off in her brain, the final push of acceptance. He had shown her since then how enjoyable anal could be and how orgasm denial was an affective puni
shment. There were other punishments he had introduced when she tested him just past being a brat; his creativity had no ends. Luca was a firm believer in making the punishment fit the crime. Stay up too late? Early bedtime. Mouthy? Soap was the cure. She had written lines and an essay and, of course, had more than one sore behind. Teagan hadn't gone a day without a punishment, but she hadn't felt a single ounce of regret about finally submitting to Luca.
"Are you going to tell me who has caused this smile to light up your face these past couple of weeks?" Lieutenant Downy didn't bother knocking before coming into Teagan's office.
"You know I found my sisters," she said vaguely.
"I do. My wife and I were incredibly happy to see that you had a family and that the three of you embraced each other. I can credit them for part of your happiness, but I know what love looks like, and you are glowing like a woman in love," Downy countered.
"Am I?" She answered a question with a question, a trait she had learned from being around the members of S.E.A.L., all of whom had been trained in interrogation, and she had been picking up a few techniques, storing them in her back pocket for tactical use.
"You are, indeed. Someday, I hope you will trust me enough to tell me. And, Teagan?"
"Yes, boss?"
"I've already approved your vacation time from Christmas Eve until the third of January."
"I… what?" She hadn't put in a vacation request.
"You've been working every holiday since you started working for the department. I put in leave for you. I want you to enjoy this first holiday season with your sisters and this maybe-suitor of yours," the large, balding man said from the doorframe. He winked at Teagan before leaving just as quickly as he had come.
Scratching her head, she turned back to her computer and continued to type away, hoping to speed the day away. She couldn't wait to be eating Ro's delicious tacos while cuddled in Luca's arms.
Teagan stomped up the sidewalk and tapped the snow off of her boots before entering the Eriksons' house. She didn't bother knocking, Ro had blistered her ears on more than one occasion for doing so when she was expected. She was family.
