Page 15 of His Dark Discipline

“Oh, I know,” I reply in the girliest voice I can manage. I also sort of bounce on the balls of my feet, doing my best to make all my bouncy parts bounce. “And I would never try to escape with you two big, strong, handsome men standing guard. That would just be silly!”

“We, uh – we’re sorry, miss,” he stammers, trying and failing to keep his eyes above chest-level.

“No, it’s fine! I’m sure you’re just as bored as I am. Maybe we can end up being friends and entertaining each other!”

This time, I really ham it up; I lean right in and pet the man on his strong chest. He practically blushes and takes a step back, hiding his embarrassment with a smile. The other man manages to keep it together, so I throw a wink his way as I turn and skip off in the direction of the kitchen.

Truthfully, I’m embarrassed as all hell. I’ve never worn anything like this in my life, and I know they’re both staring at my bouncing booty, but this isn’t just me attention-whoring for the fun of it; this is for a greater purpose. And unless I’ve completely misjudged Damon as a man, it will work.

I spend the rest of the day milking every ounce of femininity I have. I go full-throttle-thot-mode prancing around in my lingerie for all of Damon’s men to see. I bend over counters, giving them a full view of the front and back. I ask for help reaching things on high shelves. I get one of them to help me move my clothes into the bedroom. I even invite one of them to watch TV with me in the enormous entertainment room.

“I-that wouldn’t be appropriate,” he told me. “I’m working.”

I expected as much, but it doesn’t change anything. All that matters is that the news gets back to Damon that his little captive woman, who he refuses to have anything to do with, has been walking around half-naked in the lingerie he bought for her.

Is it manipulative? Yes.

Childish? Maybe.

Do I care? Not at all.

If Damon is going to kidnap me, kiss me, make me come, then tell me we’re not allowed to be together, then nothing’s off the table. I used boys to get his attention once, and now I’ll do it again, only with men.

I’m practically twitching with anticipation as I lie on the couch in wait. When I hear the sound of the front door opening, I twist my body into the most seductive shape I can manage, with one leg crossed over the other to emphasize my hips and my arms crossed beneath my breasts for maximum cleavage.

I can hear him talking with his men, who are no doubt filling him in on what went on in the house today. When I hear the sound of his shoes growing closer, my heart rate rises.

Here he comes…

Pretending not to notice, I turn my head back to the TV, and just as the door opens, glance up as though I wasn’t expecting him.

“Oh, hello.”

Damon’s eyes are hooded and dark, and he looks at me in the way I’d imagine he looks at his enemies before something terrible happens. But nothing terrible is going to happen to me. But will he punish me?

God, I hope so.

“What is this?” he growls.

“’Love and Restraint.’” I shrug. “Some reality show about four swinger-couples on an island who—”

“Not that!” he roars, pointing at me. “This!”

I glance down at my lingerie like I have no idea what he is talking about, then smile innocently up at him. “You left them outside of my door. I thought they were for me.”

“They are for you,” he replies. “But—”

It’s working, I think, fighting every urge I have to smile up at him in defiance. I’ve gone full bad-girl on my stepdad, and I am loving it.

“But what?” I ask casually, as though we were discussing the weather. “You don’t want anything to do with me, right? So I figured you wanted me to put on a show for your men.”

If life were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of Damon’s head right now. He tilts his chin down and examines me with something like murderous intent. But I’m not scared. I’m brimming with anticipation. My whole body is buzzing as I wait for his next move.

But to my surprise, his next move is to turn around and walk out of the room.

“Hey!” I shout, leaping off the couch. By the time I get to the door, he’s already halfway up the stairs. “Where are you going!?”

But all I’m doing is talking to his back. Damon keeps moving, so I keep moving after him.

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