Page 11 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“At Club Rogue there are a variety of Doms. There are soft-hearted, empathetic, dark, sadistic, and more, but one thing we all have in common is that we adhere to SSC. Unless a sub has given consent, nothing will happen.”

“Which kind of Dom are you?” Sage bit her lip, not sure where the wayward question popped up from.

“I am a dark Dominant edging toward that of a sexual sadist. There is a thin line that separates two coexisting worlds that can become easily blurred where they form into the singular, ephemeral realm of the consensual non-consent. In fact, one can live briefly in both, swinging wildly back and forth. I love the feel of a woman pinned against my lap, kicking, and screaming as I turn her backside red. The knowledge that she’s fighting for release while secretly craving every strike, the ensuing pain, and the resultant desire that makes her little pussy slick with juice as I blister her cheeks, is what feeds the sadist in me. There is no lovelier sight than the female form tethered in rope with rosy, taut nipples clamped and weighted down.” His grin expanded at her wide-eyed look. “Do you know what I love the most?”

“Wh-What?”

“Watching the supercilious brat breaking down as she cries and sobs in despair or longing for more. Those little pleas when a sub begs feed my soul, especially when I know she would in despair if I stopped.” Kaden walked toward the closet and opened a drawer. “How accurate is your limit list, Patty Cakes?”

“My limit list?”

“Yes, you know, the list of BDSM activities in which you would or would not participate.”

In her mind, Sage raced through the selections she had made on the list. Truthfully, everything she had chosen were activities she would participate in if she was a submissive.

“The list is accurate.”

“Daddy.”

“Excuse me?” Her head snapped around to stare at him where he was still rummaging through the drawers.

“You will call me Daddy.”

“Now why in the world would I ever want to do that?” She had read about the Daddy and little girl kink, but it wasn’t something to which she was drawn.

“I’m not looking for a nursery school little girl, Patty Cakes, but I am in need of my own Babygirl. So, as your Daddy, for tonight, my aim is to protect, dominate, and devour you sexually. As a semi-sadist, I’ll have as much fun creating some large tears that I’ll kiss away later.”

“Ehm… I actually don’t want to scene anymore. I’d rather just observe,” she quickly protested as she remembered why she was there. Latching onto a Daddy Dom, no matter how sexy and inviting the offer was, could ruin her chances of achieving her goal, which is why she came there in the first place. She had to get back to the dungeon to see what Beats was up to.

“In that case, let’s just get your punishment over with then I will escort you to your car.” He walked closer, watching her intently.

“But I don’t want to leave.”

“I’m afraid it’s not up to you. The theme tonight is Pair and Play. Either you participate, or you leave.”

“But only after you punished me.”

“You know the rules and protocols of this club. That is why we insist on a very detailed orientation process and provide a leaflet to study. When you don’t adhere to either of those, even as a guest, you will suffer the consequences.”

“And because I told a little white lie, I am to be punished.”

“You’re being punished for treating me with disrespect. And furthermore, even though you were given every chance to tell the truth, you continued to fabricate stories. Lying about how experienced you are as a submissive could end up in disaster, Miss Lovett. Don’t you realize that?”

“I… I guess so.”

“Do you believe I’m being unfair?”

“No.”

“Say it right, Babygirl.”

Why she was struggling with the confusion of emotions surging through her at the pet name, she had no idea. Biting her lip, she curbed the desire to rub her buttocks, which once again were again inundated with unchecked spasms. Faint prickles of electricity sparked in the air between them.

“No, Daddy.”

The pleasure at hearing her response presented itself in an explosion of light in the depths of his eyes. Sage could only stare in wonder. How could something that insignificant invite such a volatile reaction from such a large man?

“Please remove your panties and lie face down on the ottoman. Grab the edge on the other side and spread your legs.”

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