His Soft Spot

{Thirty One}

Dante's POV:

"Nooo I don't wanna sleep." A very whiny kitten pouted. She wants to run. I don't. I've had a long day and I just want to sleep. She has energy. I cannot cave in. Plus, I have to go over to my mothers to help pack up some shit since my stupid ass father is too busy cheating on her to even help.

"Kitten, I ain't sayin it again. Close your fucking eyes and go to sleep." I said, not even bothering to open my eyes. She is pissing me off at the moment.

It was quiet. No response from her. I opened my eyes and saw I was the only one in the room. "For fucking gods sake." I groaned and got up, walking down the hall to catch up with kitten, grabbing her waist and pulling her back.

"What?" She hissed.

"Watch the fucking tone. Now get your ass back in bed."

"I'm going to sleep on the couch."

"I'm trying to sleep. I just want to sleep. Just fucking sleep!"

"I'm not stopping you. You didn't have to get out of bed."

"Stop."

"Stop what?" She teased. Her ass is bouts be raw in a minute.

"Do you really want a punishment at this hour?"

"Go ahead. I love when you hit me." She giggled and fumbled with the hem of her shirt. I grabbed onto her wrist harshly and began to take her back to the room, which she didn't like. "No. Stop." She began to whine again.

"You're giving me a headache." I huffed.

"Then I'll give you head and it will go away." Sometimes I miss the scared innocent Callie. Especially at this time of night.

"God fuck Callie." I breathed out and she giggled once more. She likes this.

"Okay okay. I'll sleep." Thank the lord. "But only if I'm naked."

"Why are you being bratty?"

"I'm just in that mood." She winked.

"Clothes stay on. In bed." But she didn't move. I hate when she doesn't listen. God it drives me insane. "Kitten."

"Mhm."

"Get in the bed."

"I think I'll have a shower." She hummed, but before she could walk away, I grabbed ahold of her arm and brought her rover to the bed and she had no choice but to get on it. I then went to the nightstand drawer and pulled out two silk ties. I haven't used them on her yet. But to tie her hands I have.

"Nooo. I don't wanna do that." She complained.

"I honestly don't care, hand out." That fucking brat didn't listen. She only ever listens when I already got my dick in her.

I grabbed her left hand since she wasn't going to put up with me and tied one end of the silk to her wrist and the other to the bed. "Daddy."

"Don't fucking daddy me." I growled in annoyance, but just saying that provoked her.

"Why not daddy?" She teased. I didn't even reply. I just got into bed and turned on my side to face away from her, but ended on my stomach. "Cherry?" She whispered a minute later. "Cherry. Cherry. If we were to get married, would you take my last name or would I take yours?"

"Mine." I mumbled.

"Cat or dog?"

"Dog."

"Pizza or Chinese?"