Page 15 of Daddy's Naughty Dog Trainer

"Try me."

He studies me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with deliberate slowness, he places one hand on the tree beside my head, leaning in until his lips are near my ear.

"Last chance to walk away, Jessica," he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. "Tell me to stop, and we go back to being trainer and client. Nothing more."

My heart is hammering so hard I'm sure he can hear it. "And if I don't want to stop?"

His other hand comes up to cup my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. "Then you accept the consequences of your actions. All of them."

There it is…the line in the sand. Cross it, and everything changes. Stay on this side, and we can pretend this never happened.

I've spent weeks pushing his buttons, testing his limits, trying to crack that perfect control. And now that I'm on the verge of succeeding, I should be terrified. I should walk away. What if my gut is wrong? What if he’s dangerous? Instead of the loving brother, dedicated dog owner, security clearance holding man I’ve gotten to know? He could be a serial killer. He could be abusive. He could be… a lot of things. But, I know, and I can’t explain how I know, I just know, he’s not. He’s a good man. Sexy as fuck. With a great job, love for animals and a deep vocal growl in the back of his throat that makes me cream my underwear. My nipples are tight enough in my bra they could cut glass. My breath is coming in short, little pants. All I feel is exhilaration and a bone-deep certainty that this is exactly where I want to be.

"I'm not walking away," I say, holding his gaze steadily despite the tremor in my voice.

Something flashes in his eyes; triumph, hunger, relief, I can't tell. "Have it your way."

In one swift motion, he pulls away from the tree, takes my wrist, and leads me deeper into the secluded area. Lucky watches curiously from his spot on the bench, head tilted to one side.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice breathless.

Sean finds what he's looking for; a fallen log, solid and at perfect sitting height. He sits down and fixes me with a look that makes my knees weak.

"Naughty girls who don't listen get punished. You want to test me, princess?"

The endearment sends a shiver down my spine. I'm frozen in place, unable to move, unable to speak. This isn’t happening. We are in the woods. At a public park. There are people a few hundred feet away. This isn’t happening. But, it is. And oh, God. I want it to.

"Answer me." His voice is pure command now. "Is this what you want? What you've been pushing for?"

I manage a jerky nod.

"Words, Jessica. I need to hear you say it. I need you to consent."

"Yes," I whisper. "This is what I want."

"Come here."

I move toward him as if in a trance. When I'm standing directly in front of him, he takes my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Last chance to change your mind," he says softly, all hint of anger gone from his voice. "Say the word, and we forget this happened."

But I don't want to forget. I don't want to pretend. I want this—have wanted it since the moment I laid eyes on him. I want what I read in my romance novels. I was right. Sean Ferguson is every bit a Daddy Dom, even if he doesn't know it.

"I'm sure," I say, my voice stronger now.

“This is going to change everything between us,” he tells me. “I’m going to want more…”

“I know. I’m sure.”

Without further warning, Sean tugs me forward and across his lap in one smooth motion. I gasp, finding myself in the most vulnerable position imaginable, face down over his knees, bottom raised, hands braced against the soft earth.

"Since the day we met," he says conversationally, one large hand resting at the small of my back to hold me in place,"you've been deliberately disobedient. Challenging my authority. Breaking rules. Pushing boundaries."

I squirm slightly, heat flooding my face at the truth of his words.

"Be still," he commands, and I freeze. "Every action has consequences, Jessica. You wanted to see what happens when I lose my cool? When I stop playing by the rules? This is it."

His hand leaves my back, and for a breathless moment, nothing happens. Then?—

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