Page 11 of His Dark Discipline

“I’m not a little girl,” I counter, arching my back and pressing my breasts against him. “Or have you failed to notice?”

Damon’s eyes hood in reply, and like we’re slow-dancing together, he presses his swollen manhood against me and grinds in a circular motion. “You know the answer to that, don’t you?”

“I can’t fuck you,” Damon groans, as though he’s speaking to himself rather than me. “I-it’s so wrong.”

“You’re not my real dad, Daddy,” I giggle.

“No.” He shakes my head. “But it isn’t that that worries me.”

My lust has taken me over. This is what it’s like to be insanely turned on by someone. Without thinking, I reach up and curl my arm around his strong neck and purr in his ear, “I thought a man like you doesn’t worry about anything.”

Damon’s eyes find mine and crush me with a terrible glare. I can see his mind working, processing, calculating, deciding which answer to give me. He picks one, but I know it’s not the one that’s really bothering him.

“I’m worried about hurting you, Lily. If you only knew how big my cock is…”

“I have a pretty good idea.” I smile, tilting my chin down and pressing myself against his bulge.

“But you don’t know what that means,” he growls. “You’re still innocent, aren’t you?”

For some reason, I’m ashamed when I nod. “I’m sorry. You must have had so many women, and I don’t want to disappoint you—”

Damon’s laugh hits me like a slap in the face. He tosses his head back and roars like a lion before looking back down at me, eyes practically on fire.

“Disappoint me? Sweet thing, you could never even come close.”

“So you…you want me?” The question seems stupid, but I have to ask. Our last encounter still remains unfinished, and this one has my head spinning.

“More than I want all the money in the world.” Damon’s reply is like a triumphant symphony that fills my chest with a brilliant warmth. A slick, pouring wetness floods my thighs, causing my hips to twist in a circular motion, exploring the thickness of his manhood with my flesh. “But I can’t have you, princess. Even a bad man like me knows better than to drag an innocent like you into his terrible world.”

“I’m not that innocent,” I lie. But Damon calls me on it.

“Yes you are. If you only knew what my cock would do to that sweet, virgin pussy of yours, you wouldn’t be so eager to convince me.”

My desperation is boiling over. Damon’s swollen desire is intoxicating. I flash my eyes at him and part my thighs, letting him see how eager I am. It’s shameless – I know that. But I don’t care.

“I won’t break, Daddy,” I whimper. “Promise.”

For the briefest of moments, Damon’s stony visage falters, and I see a spark from the man beneath. Something close to a smile appears on his lips, making his presence all that more powerful. And when he seals his lips against mine, I wonder for a moment if the top of my head might just explode.

My first kiss…

It’s beyond anything I could have imagined or expected. There’s the thrill of doing something for the first time, but then on top of that there’s the added exhilaration of knowing who it is I’m kissing.

I wonder if I’m doing it right.

My hormones are raging, pulling at my body, making it do things I never could have planned. My lips open, accepting his tongue. I moan as they press together. I can feel his hunger in his movements as my hips rise and fall, buck and twist against his, grinding against his swollen manhood, making me more and more aware of my wetness as I’m driven higher and higher to the point of no return.

“I…I think I’m going to come, Daddy…”

“Yes you are, baby,” Damon purrs affectionately. “Yes, you are.”

My lips quiver as I speak his name. No, not his name, but what he is to me. “Daddy…”

And then it hits me. My neck tightens, and my jaw clenches down. Damon knows just where to apply pressure with his bulge and does so with perfection as I gyrate, shivering, twitching against his prowess as a golden climax shudders through me.

I moan.

I’m nothing beneath his strength. He could do whatever he wanted to me right now, and I would let him.

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