Page 12 of His Dark Discipline

I want him to…

But as I come down and manage to open my eyes, I see a terrible look in his eyes – a look of shame and regret.

“What?” I stammer as a horrible reality comes crashing down on me. “What is it, Daddy?”

“No.” He shakes his head as he pulls back from me. “Don’t call me that.”

“But…you are my—”

“Stepfather!” he barks, causing me to jump. “I’m your stepfather, and I can’t be doing this. Not with you. It’s…it’s wrong.”

He stands, further cementing the hollow, sinking feeling now taking over my core. I’m blushing, sweating and panting in a post-orgasmic daze, and Damon looks like someone just told him the worst news of his life.

“You break the law for a living!” I shout, an unsuspected anger rearing its head like a lion. “What do you care?”

Again, Damon shakes his head. “It’s not about that, Lily. I-I don’t deserve you.”

“What!?”

“I’m a monster,” he grunts, backing away from me. “Don’t you see my scar? I didn’t get this by living a good life, Lily! I got it by living a life of pain – a life I can’t bring you into!”

I’m on my feet

in an instant, cradling his face in my hands. “I want you, Daddy. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left. I went boy crazy to get your attention!”

“No!” he barks, louder this time, snatching himself away from my touch. “I will not bring an innocent like you into my life!”

He moves toward the door, and I quickly follow, but he stops me with a firm hand against my chest that only serves to further ignite the flames within me. But the look in his eyes is like God telling you that you can’t come into heaven.

“You will stay here,” he tells me through clenched teeth. I plead for his eyes to drag down my body, to reveal the desire I know is there, but he holds them on mine, unmoving. “And this will never happen again.”

This time when he moves, I stay still. There’s no use fighting him. This is happening. All I can do is watch as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, leaving me in darkness.

5

Damon

I’m a sick bastard.

So much for self-restraint. I don’t know how many times I’ve held back – whether it was keeping dangerous women out of my life or deciding on what form of punishment to enact on those who disobeyed me.

Men in my line of work who operate on emotion end up dead. Not me. I’m rational, calculating. I plan my moves before I make them. It’s how I ended up where I am today.

And then Lily happened…

My cock is so hard I can barely walk straight as I make my way down the hallway to my bedroom. The feel of her soft, supple, teenage body against mine is still swimming through my mind – teasing me, haunting me, screaming at me to turn around, stride back down to her room, and ravage her little virgin pussy.

I slam the door shut behind me and lock it.

“Son of a bitch.” I shatter my mirror with my fist. The shards of glass cut into my knuckles, the pain temporarily distracting me from my lust. I glance down at the blood as it runs down my fingers. I’ve seen so much of it in my lifetime, and the sight now serves simply as another reminder of why I have to keep myself away from Lily.

“And to keep her away, I bring her here…” I shake my head as I move to the bed and sit. Even in my current state, my cock will not go down. My lust for her is unshakeable. The feeling of her sweet teenage curves pressed up against my body is a feeling I will never forget, as I will certainly never feel it again.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing. We don’t belong together. She’s gorgeous, perfect and pristine. I’m a scarred-up beast of a man who doesn’t deserve her.

She’s young, full of hormones, and brimming with daddy issues. She doesn’t want me; she doesn’t even know me. All she wants is a man to fill that need and give her attention.

To be with me…she has no idea what those consequences would be.

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