Page 22 of Her Devious Daddies

“Unless you’re trying to get fucked right now, you should get dressed.” I said it mostly for his benefit. August had already expressed not believing he could physically accommodate my cock inside of him. Plus, not sleeping in my own bed made me grumpy. I should have brought him to my house instead of to the suite. Still, I needed coffee before I thought about more serious topics.

“We haven’t talked about rules or anything else,” he quipped, a sexy smile breaking across his mouth.

My sarcastic brat wanted to battle way too early in the morning. I didn’t consider myself someone who wrangled brats, at least not the way Luke did, but I had better learn, because apparently I attracted them. Studying his overall posture, I sank against the cushions. “What do rules have to do with what I said?”

“You can’t throw a consequence at me without telling me the expectations. I need rules, guidelines, something.”

“One rule. Do as you're told. Is that simple enough for you, August?”

“What if I don’t agree?”

“You can respectfully disagree with me, but I have the final say when it comes to decisions.”

“I don’t feel like getting dressed right now.”

I stood up and rolled my neck on my shoulders. August walked backward until his knees hit the mattress and he fell onto it. I met the distance between us, grabbing the scruff of his neck and pulling him to me.

“Wait!” He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not ready for sex, Sir. I’m spiraling hard in my head.”

“August,” I growled in his ear. “We are going to work on your lack of communication skills. Instead of bratting, poking, or sassing me, you are going to explain what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours. Do you understand me? Otherwise, I’ll keep your ass warm until you do.”

August waggled his eyebrows. “Are you going to knit my ass a sweater?”

I rubbed my hand across my mouth. If he hadn’t battled so hard, I would have laughed. “Mm. You’re going to have a hard time sitting down tonight. I’m about to land everything from my hand to an oak paddle against your muscular behind. We’ll see if it’s easier for you to speak up from then on.”

“Are you serious?”

“Completely.”

“I’ve heard you say, though maybe not directly, well you’ve said you don’t usually use physical correction for discipline.”

“I’m making an exception for you, and it will get us on the same page a whole lot faster. Now, bend over the bed.”

August licked along his teeth but ultimately obeyed, placing his palms on the mattress. I walked to the armoire and entered a security code, unlocking it. Selecting a leather paddle and a small, thick, oak hairbrush-shaped one, I returned. Admiring his incredible muscles, I ran my hands along his back. He relaxed underneath my touches. Good. The more relaxed he was before we started the better. Stripping the towel off his hips, I tossed it on the bed.

“Is this a punishment?” he asked curiously.

“Yes. You asked for a rule. I explained it to you. You rolled it up into a ball and threw it back in my face along with a hefty dose of attitude.”

“I apologize, Sir. I should have asked for clarification.”

“I hope my response encourages you to do so in the future. Now, if it’s too much you can call your safeword or, simply say red. It doesn’t necessarily mean your punishment is complete, but we will talk through it.”

“What if I forget and just ask you to stop?”

“Normally, I wouldn’t, but since it’s your first time, I promise to check in with you. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, though I doubt you’ll be feeling grateful in a few minutes.”

“I’m not the smartest person on the planet, Sir, but even I know when to stop.” August blew out a breath.

I rubbed his head trailing my fingers along his neck and down his back. He inhaled slowly, letting it out in a long, smooth exhale.

“That’s right. Breathe deeply.”

Testing each paddle in my hand, I started with the oak one. I targeted the spot where his ass and thigh met. August cursed, his feet drumming in place.

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