Chapter 80

"Maybe I should get you to turn over and whip that arse of yours! Give you some payback for what you did to me!" I say to him, hitting him again across his abdomen. Thankfully the bruises he gave me have almost disappeared, I only needed to put a little make up on to hide them completely tonight.

I am a little unsure of what I should do next, I didn't decide in advance what I was going to do or say, in fact all of this stuff was supposed to be for us both to play with enjoy and explore together, the last couple of days being the fly in the ointment on that plan. I'm at a loss, getting a little anxious because I don't know how to be this type of person. I thought it would be easy, but i'm struggling.

"What's wrong?" Namjoon asks, clearly aware i'm in my own head and potentially feeling uncomfortable. I shake my head and say "I can't do this" and get off of the bed. I put the riding crop back into my drawer and turn off the music. He has sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed. "What can't you do Aimee? What do you mean?" He asks me a little hint of fear in his tone. I walk back to him and put my fingers into his hair and push his head back so he is looking at me. "I can't hurt you, I can't play this part. I'm not cut out for having the power. I'm much better at being the submissive" I say to him stroking his cheek.

"Oh god for a minute there I thought you were going to tell me you wanted a divorce!" I climb on to his lap and kiss him, letting my fingers loose through his hair. "Never, I love you! So so much." He wraps his arms around my waist and lays me down on to my side and kisses my neck softly interjecting a word between every one. "I (kiss) love (kiss) you (kiss) too!" He brings his lips back up to mine and gives me a gentle and loving kiss that has a slight hint of tongue. "I'm willing to try this again if you want to, another time, when things between us are a little more back to normal" he says lifting my chin and looking me in the eyes.

"Maybe, let's see. It's not easy being dominant. Although you do it so well" I laugh. "Well then, let me get us back to what we are used too. Get that tit tape off and let me suck your nipples whilst you alleviate this throbbing in between my legs, Daddy wants to come". I gently remove the tape and thankfully it doesn't hurt too much and he begins to lick my nipples and they are more sensitive than usual, it feels really good, I reach for his erection and he shifts his hips closer for me. I start working his shaft and he groans. "Yes baby girl, just like that, you are so good at this!" He says. This is a slight change to our usual 'Daddy' play because he is praising me. I like this.

I move a little faster, paying more attention to the tip on each stroke, using the pre come as lubricant to help my palm slide over his skin. "Have I been a good girl tonight Daddy? Are you pleased with me?" I ask him, wanting to know honestly if everything I have done tonight originally to 'punish' him has been ok and not problematic for him. "You have been the best girl, I am very pleased with you. I loved watching you dancing with my brothers, and that kiss with Lori was fucking amazing to watch. You are so fucking sexy baby, you make me so horny. Keep going, don't stop, oh god Aimee, you are gonna make me come, don't stop!" He releases and it goes all over my tummy, the warmth and stickiness of it surprisingly satisfying.

I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. I need to clean up and take this make up off and try to unpin my hair. He follows and turns on the shower. "Let's get ready for bed shall we, I can't wait to fall asleep with you wrapped in my arms" he says. I'm pleased we have been intimate and I am glad I managed to hold back from actually having full sex with him, I feel less angry at him, and can't believe how ok he has been with everything tonight. Maybe getting things off of his chest has made him see clearer, maybe the fact that I am in our room with him willing to lay with him is enough evidence of my love for him. Maybe he is starting to finally realise I mean what I say when I tell him I love him.

He helps me with my hair, removing what feels like a million pins and then get into the shower. We wash each other, sponging bubbles everywhere and attempt to clean the make up off of my face, but there is so much of it I think i'm going to need proper wipes which are back in the bedroom. We step out and he dries me off and then himself and we head back into the bedroom, but the light is out. "Did you turn it off?" I ask him. "No, it was definitely on, maybe the bulb has gone or something" he replies walking to the main switch by the door to check it. He flips it and the light comes on, but we are both startled to see a person sitting on our sofa.

Sitting on our sofa with a gun in their hand! "Holy fuck, how did you get in here?"