Finding Teagan

by R J Gray

  He had stopped. His hand was resting in the middle of her hurting behind. It had worked. She was confused and surprised, and although she should be happy that he had stopped, she was feeling slightly disappointed. That was a conflicting emotion if she ever had one. Why the hell would she be feeling disappointed that he had stopped spanking her? It was what she wanted, wasn't it?

  "I see you struggling, darlin'," Luca said. Teagan looked over her shoulder at him.

  "What do you mean, Daddy?"

  Luca answered by pointing to her reflection in the glass of the fireplace. "You are trying to decide if you are happy that I stopped. You said you want me to stop, but part of you isn't sure, right?"

  "How do you do that?" Teagan whispered in awe.

  "I've studied you, darlin', since the day I met you. I felt a connection between us. I've watched you during family events, I've paid close attention to what your mouth has said and what your face has either confirmed or denied. You'd make a terrible poker player," Luca said in way of explanation.

  Teagan's neck was beginning to hurt, turned at that weird angle to see him. She pushed up on her elbows and tried to rise off of his lap. Luca pushed gently at the small of her back until she fell back on the couch.

  "If I were to stop because you told me to, you would be calling the shots instead of me. In the lifestyle that is called topping from the bottom. I am not the man to allow my woman to do that. Part of my being in control and being your Daddy means I call the shots with your discipline, not you."

  "Does this mean you're not done spanking me yet?"

  "That is exactly what this means, darlin'." He swatted her sit spot several times in the same place. "You forgot again, Teagan Anne."

  "I'm sorry, Daddy."

  "I know, darlin' girl." He started again then, full force. His hand swung like an incessant metronome. Swat! Swat! Slap! Swat! Swat! Slap! Then he started talking again. The burning sensation behind her eyes grew with each word.

  "It will absolutely never be okay for you to put my girl at risk." He moved his hand lower, and the pain exploded in her sit spot and upper thighs, making those beginning swats feel like love pats. The room filled with the sound of her wails, the sounds of skin meeting skin in an almost rhythmic beat, and the crackle of the fireplace.

  "I am disappointed that you would make such an irresponsible decision. In the future, I expect you to come to me with problems, and we will work them out together. At no time, will that solution include putting my woman's life in any form of danger. You are damn lucky this is your first spanking, Teagan. If it wasn't, you'd be tasting my belt right now. The next time you put my girl in danger, you will be tasting it," Luca scolded, increasing the speed, moving even lower on her thighs.

  She was sure that every inch of her from her lower back to the top of her knees would be red. The dam broke, and tears spilled out from Teagan's eyes. She sobbed, almost silently, her body shaking as each swat seared her flesh with renewed pain. She collapsed then, her body like Jello, over his knees. All she could do was feel. She couldn't think. She couldn't move. It was just too much. She didn't like to feel. She didn't allow herself to feel. Half of what she didn't allow herself to do, she found herself doing ever since meeting Luca.

  "It's over now, darlin'." Luca rubbed her back and helped her sit, moving her so her searing butt wasn't meeting the roughness of his jeans.

  Teagan laid her head on his shoulder and allowed herself to be comforted by the same hands that had just lit her butt up with pain. She dried her eyes and tried to hide the fact she had been crying from him.

  "It's okay to cry in front of me, darlin'."

  "I-I… don't cry in front of anyone. Well, except maybe Ro's mom. She doesn't count, though. She just makes people feel things, all sorts of things, doesn't even get our permission first," Teagan pouted.

  Luca laughed. "Nice try changing the subject," he said. In one swift moment, he rose off the couch. Lifting Teagan into his arms, he carried her into his bedroom and laid her on the bed, placing her head on his pile of pillows. He chuckled at her hiss when her backside met the quilt.

  "What are you doing?" Carrying her into the bedroom had been so abrupt, and in the middle of a conversation, too. Teagan was dizzy trying to figure this blasted man out.

  "I'm moving us into the bedroom. It's late, and if you don't remember, we have an early meeting in the morning. We can talk in bed."

  "I don't sleep naked, Lu… Daddy," she quickly corrected herself.

  "What you don't do is tell your Daddy what you will or will not do. What you do is listen to your Daddy and do what he tells you to do. I'm sure that is going to be hard on you, darlin'. You have always been in charge. Not in here. Not with us. But, it will get easier over time."

  "Luca, I think we need to talk about this." She sat up with a frown on her face.

  "Oh?" Luca's eyebrow raised in warning at her.

  "I'm not a slave. I don't obey every whim of a man. I'm familiar with a lot of dynamics, read about them. I don't want to give up full control of my life. I can't. I'm not ready, I'm not sure I will ever be ready for that."

  "Teagan, I'm not asking you to do that. I am not an overly controlling Daddy. I won't tell you what to wear, where to go, what to do, or how to think as long as it is within the confines of our relationship expectations."

  "Expectations?"

  "I expect you to be the best version of you that you can be and to honor our relationship. This means respecting yourself and what we have, being safe and responsible. For instance, I'm not going to tell you what to wear. However, if I catch you out, and you have next to nothing on your body, it would disrespect yourself and our relationship. I'm not going to tell you what to eat, but if you don't eat regularly or start to eat too much junk food, I might put some rules in place to keep you healthy. Does all of this make sense?"

  "You aren't going to tell me I have to wear a red shirt every Tuesday?"

  "No. But, in here, in our bedroom, I might be a little more controlling."

  Our bedroom. He called it their bedroom. Teagan's heart skipped a beat. "Like sleeping naked," she whispered.

  "You jumped to naked, didn't you, darlin'? Did I mention you sleeping naked?"

  "No, b-but," she stuttered, looking at him.

  "But, I never mentioned clothing at all."

  He hadn't. She had just assumed. Oh. There she went again, assuming things without thinking things through.

  "I guess you didn't," she confirmed.

  "Roll over."

  "What?" The blasted man was all over the place.

  "What is not the right answer." Luca took matters into his own hands and rolled her from her side onto her stomach. His large hand descended on her sore, throbbing behind. She shot her hands back to protect herself.

  "No, ma'am. Move those hands right now."

  "It hurts!"

  "It's about to hurt a lot more. One—"

  "Why are you counting?"

  "Two…"

  Teagan looked at him, her eyes pleading. His hands moved to his belt, and her hands flew off of her behind and grabbed the quilt. Luca continued his assault on her butt then quickly turned her back onto her side again.

  "No more assumptions. No more jumping to conclusions. You can always talk to me. If you have questions, I will answer them. As long as you are respectful, I will never discipline you for sharing your concerns, criticisms, or thoughts with me. But, Teagan, there will be no more calling me by name in this room. In here, I am Daddy. Always, your Daddy. I will take care of you, darlin'. I will love you; I will discipline you when needed, and I will bring you to heights of pleasure that you have never even been able to imagine before. Understand?"

  "Yes, Daddy." The heat that had started to subside was back, and now she had to pee, too. She shifted in the bed, just enough to relieve some of the pressure off of her bladder.

  "Go," Luca said, pointing to the bathroom.

  Why did he read her so well? She scurried off the bed and
into his master bathroom. Her butt screamed when it hit the coolness of the toilet seat, and she cringed. She couldn't believe she had just consented to having her butt beaten to a pulp by a handsome, muscular, Navy SEAL. She couldn't believe he would be interested in her. But here they were.

  Wiping, she was shocked at the amount of moisture between her legs. She was soaking wet with arousal. Luca's spanking her—no, her Daddy spanking her; she would have to think of him as such or she would keep slipping and calling him by name—had caused her clit to swell and fluids to gush from her. What a contradiction. The spanking had hurt. It had hurt a lot. She didn't want to feel his hand on her ass again anytime soon. But, it had also caused ever bit of her lady parts to scream in want for him.

  "Lost in thought on the toilet. That's a new one," Luca said from the doorway.

  "I think I am just tired, Daddy."

  "I can see that. What time have you been going to bed?"

  "Umm," she said, making a show out of washing her hands.

  "Do I need to set a bedtime for you?" Luca asked sternly.

  "No! No, Daddy," she protested the idea.

  "Then, you will make responsible choices and go to bed at a reasonable hour going forth, correct, darlin'?"

  "Yes, Daddy."

  "Do you know how many hours of sleep is responsible?"

  "Six?" Teagan asked, hopeful. Please say six. Please say six. She was a bit of a night owl and had insomnia. Some nights, she was lucky if she got four hours of sleep. Luca's chuckle told her otherwise.

  "Eight," he said.

  She groaned. "I was afraid you were going to say that."

  "We will work on it, darlin'. Good sleep will help you be the best you."

  "B…" she started to protest and thought better of it. "Yes, Daddy."

  "Good girl. Now, lift your arms."

  Teagan listened and allowed Luca to remove her shirt. She suddenly felt self-conscious and crossed her arms over her bra.

  "Darlin', I spent the last hour spanking your bare butt with you draped over my knee. You don't have many secrets left. You are a beautiful woman, my beautiful girl. Arms down."

  Slowly, she obeyed, and Luca made quick work of ridding her of the bra. Now completely naked, Teagan shivered, and it wasn't because she was cold.

  "Arms up." Confused at his order, she looked up into the mirror. He was still standing behind her, but he held a shirt in his hands. How she'd failed to see it a moment ago, she didn't know. She quickly raised her arms, grateful to be covered once again. The soft material floated over her body, restoring her modesty. Having a good several inches on her, Luca's shirt fell at mid-thigh.

  "Time for bed, darlin'. Go get in; I'm right behind you," Luca ordered.

  Biting back a snide response, Teagan wondered how long it would take her to get used to his orders. The bed was comfortable, but when he joined her in it, Teagan's heart started racing. Would he finally make love to her? She was hopeful. She might have wiped away the moisture gathering between her legs, but it didn't take much for Luca to get that response from her. Teagan caught her breath when he reached for her, pulling her tightly to his side.

  "Go to sleep now, darlin'. We have a meeting early in the morning."

  "We have a meeting?"

  "Yes. I thought you would want to be in on the plan to help your sister out. Was I wrong?"

  "No! Not at all! Thank you!" Teagan wasn't expecting him to include her in their plans and was grateful that he had.

  "Now, go to sleep," he said again.

  "You know I can't just fall asleep because you order me to, right? Besides, what time is it?"

  "Ten minutes until eleven," Luca said, looking at the clock on the bedside table.

  "I'm not normally in bed for at least another hour," Teagan muttered.

  "That's changing tonight," Luca said.

  Teagan rolled her eyes. Her head was resting on his chest, so she was confident he didn't see the small act of rebellion.

  "Do you think rolling your eyes at your Daddy is respectful, darlin'?" Luca teased.

  "How did you—"

  "I sensed it."

  "You!" Teagan lightly punched his chest. He got her to tattle on herself simply by implying that she had done something wrong. He was smooth.

  "Now, if there are no more questions, I'd really like to get to sleep."

  "I have one more," Teagan said.

  "Yes?"

  "What did you mean when you said that sex after a spanking would be for your pleasure and not mine?"

  "Exactly that," Luca started, stroking Teagan's hair. "I don't mix discipline and pleasure. You won't be rewarded when I have to punish you. That doesn't mean I should be punished, too. If we have sex after a spanking, you aren't allowed to orgasm."

  "Allowed? How am I supposed to prevent that from occurring?"

  "You'll learn. Now, go to sleep."

  Teagan sighed, turning away from him, her butt tucked into his side, his upper arm as her pillow. Within a few minutes, she heard his deep breathing as he slumbered.

  Teagan, however, couldn't sleep. Preventing herself from orgasming? Had he lost his mind?

  Chapter 12

  Early the next morning, Luca, Teagan, Ro, and Octavius sat around the large conference table at S.E.A.L.; Luca sat at the head, with Teagan to his left, Ro sat next to Teagan, and Octavius took the seat on the right of Luca. Teagan saw how much Ro was shifting in her seat and realized that Oct must have really laid into her the night before. While Teagan had been surprised to find that her behind wasn't the least bit tender, Luca wasn't. With a wink, he had told her that the pain would dissipate faster with a hand spanking, and that was why he used a variety of implements when he wanted to leave a lasting impression. Just the thought had her squirming alongside Ro.

  "How bad is it?" Ro whispered, never missing a thing.

  "It isn't, actually. I'm fine. I was just thinking about the threat Luca made."

  "It wasn't a threat, darlin'," Luca interjected.

  "I don't know why they whisper when we are the only ones in here," Octavius added, taking a long pull from his coffee.

  "Thanks again for the clothes," Teagan said to Ro. It hadn't made sense to go back to S.E.A.L., to get her car, go home and change, and then go all the way back. A quick text to Ro and the problem had been solved. She wasn't exactly comfortable as the long, flowing, maxi skirt type of girl; in fact, she only owned one skirt. Twisting her hair up into a messy bun and not having any makeup with her, she felt, for the first time, truly identical to her sister.

  "I still can't get over how much you look like Ro," Luca said.

  "It is amazing what happens when you wear the same style clothes and hair," Teagan said, laughing.

  "Here are the donuts," Jason said, coming into the room and setting the box of Voodoo donuts on the table before taking the empty seat next to Octavius.

  "Is there a Boston Cream donut in there?" Teagan bounced in her seat, reaching for the box. Squealing with delight, she took a big bite of the chocolate covered, Bavarian cream filled deliciousness.

  Luca leaned into her, his hot breath whispering into her ear, "I told you that you have little tendencies." Teagan's blush was her only answer.

  "I don't know, she could just be excited for the donuts. She is a cop after all," Octavius joked.

  "Ha-ha, cops and the donut joke, so creative." If Teagan rolled her eyes any harder, they'd bounce across the table.

  "I still feel like Evie should be here," Jason said, looking around the table.

  "Me too," Ro added.

  "We've gone over this. It isn't safe for her to be here at S.E.A.L. Anyone could see her coming and going, and that would raise questions with Montgomery," Luca answered.

  "So, now what? How do we get her free?" Jason asked, taking off his glasses and putting them on the table before scrubbing his face with his hands and gulping down several large swallows of coffee. The caffeine would do little to disguise the bags under his eyes.

  Tea
gan studied him for a moment. His shoulders were tense, his eyebrows pulled together; he was truly concerned. Jason cared about Evie. That was obvious to Teagan.

  "Now, we come up with a foolproof plan for helping Evie escape. The first thing we need to do is remove her physically from the situation, somewhere out of reach of Montgomery, where we can then make sure he knows to stay away."

  "One thing you should know is Montgomery has friends in the police force. They let him get away with this before and scrubbed not only the report, but also the 911 call, from existence. His connections have to be deep and powerful," Teagan said.

  "He'll probably have a detail out looking for her the second she goes missing," Jason said.

  "True. One thing we have going for us that other situations don't is that we have decoys," Teagan said, turning to Ro.

  "I was just thinking that. It does work!" Ro exclaimed happily.

  "What works?" Octavius asked suspiciously.

  "Triplet telepathy!"

  "Oh, Lord," Octavius muttered.

  "Wait. Let's go back to what Teagan just said. What did you mean by decoys?" Jason said as he brought the conversation back to the topic at hand.

  "No. Absolutely not." Luca crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his girlfriend.

  "I haven't even said anything yet," Teagan argued.

  "If anything includes putting yourself or Ro in the sight of an abusive asswipe, the answer remains."

  "Luca, wait a second," Teagan said, holding her hand up. "I'm a police detective. I put myself in danger for victims all the time, and Evie is much more than a stranger. She is my identical triplet."

  "Teagan Anne, you are here as a courtesy. I respect you and your opinion. I know you have tactical experience and could be an asset to us, but you are not going to be there when we put the plan in motion."