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throat thicken again. “I let her g-g-get to me. She was scaring me and saying the most awful things. But that’s not an excuse. It’s my fault. I know the rules and I broke them and my promise not to run away from you. I’m sorry and I’m so ash-sh-amed of myself.”

“Sh.” He tips my head up and kisses me. “Easy, my little girl. I’m going to punish you. And it will be a punishment this time, one you’ll never forget, so you’re not tempted to break these rules again. But once the punishment’s over, the slate’s wiped clean. No more tears; no more shame. It’s done.”

This is one of the things I value most about our dynamic. Ash would throw big mistakes at me for months afterward. Logan never does. He disciplines me—or in this case, punishes me, and the thought makes me so shaky that if Logan wasn’t holding me, I’d fall off the couch—but then it’s over. He doesn’t remind me of it, or criticize me for it again and again. It’s done. Forgiven and forgotten.

“Ta, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome. I want you to nap now, even if it’s just a few minutes. I’m going to get rid of Miranda. Then you and I are going to Blunts so we can get this over with.”

He’s going to punish me at Blunts? None of my discipline has been public before.

“Blunts?”

“Yes. Do you understand why?”

To humiliate me in front of everyone? Humiliation is a hard limit for me. He knows that, but I’m not about to remind him. Not right now.

“N-no, Daddy.”

“This is going to be a punishment, Emily. I’ve never punished you before. I want the safety net of Blunts, with a monitor and the doctor there, in case it goes wrong.”

What’s he going to do to me that could be so awful he needs the backup of a monitor and doctor?

No, I can’t think that way. When I doubt my Dom, that’s when bad thoughts creep in. I’m not letting Miranda’s awfulness send me on that downward spiral.

I need to focus on my daddy. I love and trust him. I won’t let Miranda destroy that. I need to submit to my punishment, so I can be forgiven. So I can forgive myself. His words have wiped away the worst of the shame, but what I’ve done is still a burning hole in my heart. I want to be healed. I want us to be whole.

“Ta, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“I’ll always take care of you, sweetheart. At no point today are you allowed to doubt that. When the punishment’s over, I will take care of you. No running away. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” He lifts me off him, his cock slipping wet and sticky out of me. I wince, but Daddy’s right there, pressing a baby wipe against me to lessen the sting. He cleans me up, then helps me lie down on the couch. He pulls a Ravenclaw fuzzy off the back of the couch and spreads it over me. He turns me so I’m facing the back of the couch and rubs my back through the blanket. “Rest now, little love.”

My eyelids grow heavy as soon as he says those words. How does he do that? “Okay, Daddy.”

“Tell me what you’re going to dream about while you nap.”

“A dragon,” I whisper. In the darkness behind my eyelids, I see gleaming white wings stretching out and catching the night air. I’ve always liked The White Dragon best out of the Pern series. Ruth loves her dragon-rider with utterly selfless devotion. That’s the kind of love I want to show my daddy, particularly in the wake of my malfeasance today.

“Are you the dragon-rider or the dragon-slayer?”

“Neither. I’m Ruth. I’m the dragon.”

“You’re the dragon?” He kisses the back of my head. “I like that. My baby dragon.”

“I’m a white dragon. Pure white, like a snowflake. And I go in the water as well as in the air.” I don’t think Anne McCaffrey’s dragons did go in the water, but I do.

Logan chuckles. “You’ll need to grow some gills, little girl.”

“In my dreams, I can breathe underwater.”

He sweeps my hair aside with his hand and kisses the side of my neck. “In my dreams, you have gills, right here.” More warm kisses and I cuddle back against him happily, content to live in the moment. “And can give me blow jobs underwater.”

I giggle. That thought will add a little spice to my dreams. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Sweet dreams, little girl. I want to hear all about this white dragon when you wake up. Do you still want to go to Konk for lunch?”

Without Miranda? It would be a treat instead of an ordeal. “Yes, please, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Sleep now.”

I do as my daddy says.

Chapter Fourteen Logan

I leave Emily asleep on the couch, cuddled sweetly under one of her blue binkies, my Ravenclaw baby. The late morning sunlight filtering through the bay window curtains glimmers on the wetness on her cheeks. Listening to her crying while we were having sex, while I was reclaiming her, broke my fucking heart. I want Miranda to suffer for that. For every word she said that tore up my little girl and made her doubt me. I still have to address those doubts, but that’s for after Emily’s punishment. When the slate’s wiped clean and we can reconnect the way we should.

Miranda’s sitting at the dining table when I emerge from my office. She looks up when I close the door, and the skin around her eyes pinches a little, but otherwise she doesn’t show any reaction. Certainly, no remorse. Not like the heart-broken little girl napping on my office couch.

This is the woman who thinks I want her back? That my relationship with Emily is just a ploy to make her jealous?

She really doesn’t know me at all.

“I’ve called you a taxi. It’ll be here in a few minutes.”

Her nostrils flare a little before she gets her face under control. “My flight’s