Stolen Kiss (Erotic Thriller)

Chapter 5

BDSM Themes: Sir/Brat – Discipline, Biting, Humiliation and degradation, Period Sex

Author Note: Please remember while reading that 'STOP' and 'NO' are NOT Natalie's safe words, and NOT a signal for David to actually stop. Safe words are Yellow to check on her and Red to stop the scene. In this context, she is simply begging her Master which is a turn on for both CONSENTING ADULTS.

*~*September 2009: Manhattan*~*

CRASH THUMP! "Goddamnit, Natalie," David exclaimed, turning from where he was cooking dinner.

The dark-haired beauty looked up innocently and cooed, "Yes sir?"

"For the second time, quit making a mess in here and pushing shit off the counter. One more time and its punishment for you," David said firmly.

"Ooooh!! Like spankings?" She replied gleefully, clapping her hands together.

"Go do something to keep yourself entertained," David said, going back to dinner. This week's schedule had been full with setting up the production of Memphis at Broadway's Shubert Theater. David had left Lexi behind in Colts Neck to stay at his high rise apartment in Manhattan for work.

Natalie drove up separately under the pretense of going to visit her mom and arrived at the apartment the day after David. They had, of course, been taking full advantage of the privacy and spent the better part of night one making love in the glow of city lights shining through the large windows.

"This is entertaining..." He didn't pay attention to her. "Sir?" No response. Natalie crept up behind David and started pulling at his curls one by one. "Sir...sir...sir...sir" David bit his tongue. She was testing his patience today. One hard tug was all it took.

He slammed the spoon down on the counter, spun and grabbed her dark hair in his fist. Natalie gasped as David pushed her roughly over the island counter, yanking her panties and spanked her until she cried out and her ass was an angry red. "What part of 'Go' did you not understand," he demanded.

"I don't wanna," Natalie whined loudly.

"Don't you dare mouth off to me, you spoiled little brat," David growled, grabbing Natalie's face and holding it close to his own. "When I tell you to do something, you do it without question."

Natalie sighed and pouted. "Yes, Daddy..." David kissed her forehead and went back to dinner. He'd barely had his eyes off her for five minutes when his wallet hurled passed his head and Natalie fell into a fit of giggles.

David calmly turned the stove off, set the cover on the pot and took several calculated steps towards Natalie, who backed up until her back hit David's piano. He pinned her between the shiny black instrument and his body, leaning forward to rest his hands on either side of her.

"So...Daddy's naughty little brat wants to play games? Get your ass in the bedroom and wait for me there. Don't touch anything. I expect you in position on the floor and not one hair out of place," he scolded, his eyes flashing at her and Nat swallowed thickly. "Ten minutes."

"No, Daddy please! I'll be good," she whined. "Besides, I'm on my..."

"I don't give a shit what you're on. What I'm NOT having is your disobedient attitude. Throw a tampon in and get the fuck in the bedroom. I've given you three chances and you've proved that you're nothing but a bad little girl. Now go and wait for me," David replied sternly, smirking as she stomped her feet and mumbled to herself.

*~*~*

The bedroom was dimly lit when David opened the door fifteen minutes later to find Natalie sitting cross-legged on the bed and facing the window overlooking the city. His lips tightened into a hard line as he slammed the door and made her jump. "Hi Daddy," she said with a grin.