Temptation - Leigh Lennon Page 0,19

you’ll regret this.” Turning right, I hear the front door lock behind him.

Seven o’clock rolls around and I’ve yet to hear from Taya on my clothes for the night. Nor have I heard from that asshole. I’ve not eaten today and am aware of it as my stomach starts to verbally complain. In the contract I signed, I’d agreed I could not wander around the club without Chadwick. But fuck, I’ve moved past hungry to hangry.

Picking up my new phone, I change the name he programmed in for me, Kitten’s Dom, to the hot asshole who wants to spank me. With my hand hovering over the text message, I quickly type.

Me: Sir, I’m hungry. Are you going to pick me up for dinner soon?

Ten minutes go by, then twenty minutes, and I get a little more hangry over not eating all day. In desperation, I text Kira.

Me: Kira, I’m in the club and am stuck in my room.

In a minute, I have a lonely chirp letting me know someone is finally responding.

Kira: Yeah, you should have let him discipline you.

It’s all I get from Kira, and I realize this is my punishment. I sit down at the television to work the remote Taya said had tons of channels. The smart TV has a message for me.

Kitten, you should have taken your punishment.

Fuck this man! I’m about to break the fucking rule when a light tap alerts me to someone at my door. Opening it, I’m about to give Chadwick hell, but I find a server with room service instead. With my food covered with the fancy silver tops that I imagine seeing in an expensive restaurant, the gentleman wheels it into my room without a word and leaves it in front of my television.

A note sits on the table. Opening it slowly, I pull out the small little piece of paper with a handwritten message.

Kitten-

This is not how I envisioned our first night together. But you disobeyed me a couple of times. I can’t reward someone with a trip to my dungeon when you act like a brat. Of course, you’re not a prisoner. You can leave at any time, but the job and the contract would be null and void. I won’t ever deny you your basic needs, so here is dinner. When you’re ready to accept your discipline, simply text me—ready for my spanking. Have a fun night, Kitten.

C. W.

I’m so fucking hungry that I pull back the sterling silver tray top to a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cottage cheese, an orange, a bottle of water, and a cup of apple juice.

My pulse quickens, looking at my basic needs on the tray. I’m left to remember how I’d eaten this type of sandwich for years because my dad’s alcohol came before groceries. It’s just not disgusting, which it is, but it’s a reminder of my childhood I’d rather forget. Picking up my phone, I must have typed ten different messages, but then delete them right away without sending. Instead, I decide to tackle his dinner choice with a little tact.

Me: What in the world? I’m not six. You can’t call PB&J a suitable dinner.

My phone pings right away.

The hot asshole who wants to spank me: Are you ready for your spanking?

I sit down with my dinner, a fucking kindergarten lunch, and start to eat it as I cry.

Chapter Ten

Chadwick

I’m downstairs in my dungeon, chatting with Nina’s new Dom. The guy is an older version of myself, and I like him instantly. “I love the name Nina,” he replies, and we have quite the laugh over me switching her name just that easy.

My phone vibrates, and I’d been careful with replying to my temptation—my fruit I want to pluck from the tree of knowledge of good and evil and devour.

My Kitten: What in the world? I’m not six. You can’t call PB&J a suitable dinner.

Through the music playing, Jared hears me chuckle out loud. I’ve never thought taming her would be easy but could still be fun.

“Is she giving you hell?” Jared asks.

“Ah, it’s just different. She has a submissive nature, though. She just doesn’t know it yet.” I grab my phone and start to type as that fucker Jared laughs next to me.

Me: Are you ready for your spanking?

Radio silence for the next couple of hours doesn’t bode well with me, especially after her out and out disobedience.

The scene on the main stage is nothing compared to the thoughts rattling around in my head of my kitten