Page 21 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Who would’ve thought that mere words could cause her loins to clench, set her entire body atremble. She lost all train of thought.

Chapter Ten

“No.” Kaden stopped her as she rose and started walking toward the bed. “I want you in the balcony doorway, facing out.”

The rush of power her immediate response triggered, revitalized him as he watched her take a position in the center of the open door. Sage might not be experienced as a sexual submissive, but instinct guided every move she made. Her stance was perfect for a sub waiting for her Dom—feet braced shoulder-width apart and shoulders pulled back. His testosterone spiked when she lifted her arms and held on to the doorframe, tossed the silky length of her hair back, and slowly canted her hips in a tight, inviting circle.

“What are you doing?” she protested as he strapped wrist bands in place and hooked them to the O-rings attached to the frame.

“Making sure your hands stay out of the way.”

“All you needed to do was ask. I would’ve willingly complied.”

“I’m sure you would’ve tried but I don’t want to have to slap your hands when they lower in uncontrolled ecstasy to hold on to me. This is going to be all for your pleasure, Patty Cakes. That’s why you’re tied up. I don’t want you to think of having to give me any pleasure in return. It’s all just about you.”

“Sounds hardly fair,” she murmured as his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed.

“This isn’t a competition, little one. One thing you need to realize is that your pleasure feeds mine.” One hand swept the gentle swell of her stomach while the other feathered over her nipples. “For tonight, there are no rules. You can move around all you like. You can come as often as you need to. You can even cry and beg but realize this—I will set the pace.”

“Do you always talk this much when you’re having sex?”

“Impatient little sprite, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am… for you, Daddy.”

Kaden had to dig deep to hold on to his control. It seemed his vanilla submissive was more cunning than he gave her credit for. She knew just which buttons to push and when. Hearing her calling him Daddy in relation to how much she wanted him, floored him. It had been so long since he’d indulged in sexual banter, he had forgotten how arousing it was.

He might have told her tonight was all about her pleasure, but his little Patty Cakes had to learn that when he said he would be the one setting the pace, no amount of manipulation, however sensual, would sway him off course.

She looked ethereal. Walking under her raised arm, he stood in front of her. The streaks of moonlight played a game of hide and seek over the landscape of her frame. Seductive valleys and curves became the canvas of a silver nascent beam before it moved on.

Moonlit enchantress now had a name… Sage Lewis. His Patty Cakes.

“Daddy,” she acknowledged in a husky whisper. Kaden melted in the heat of her eyes as he was greeted with the full force of her smoky, dark green eyes.

He remained paralyzed with a feeling of being winded, struggling to breathe. Through parted lips he exhaled slowly, with his gaze riveted on the beauty of her nakedness. Moonbeams danced over the rose-colored tips of her breasts. She was a Venus of perfection, her skin glistening with sensual excitement.

“You truly are a vision of loveliness, Sage.”

Her eyes shone like pools of iridescent green. Kaden breathed in as her gaze slowly traveled over his chest, coming to rest on his loins.

“As you can see, just looking at you gives me pleasure.”

She released a heated breath as her eyes became glued on the drops moistening the purplish glands when he squeezed the tip of his cock. Dark red tresses shimmered as she tilted her head, cascading in lustrous waves over rounded, ivory shoulders.

“Then why don’t we pursue the finding of that pleasure together, Daddy. Quickly, please.”

“Indeed, my little minx,” he whispered as he stepped closer and kissed her. Their lips fit perfectly, as though they were shaped to melt together. She moved gently against him, the caress reminding him of the seductive contrast of her softness to his hardness. Closing his fist around a tuft of her hair, Kaden growled and deepened the kiss.

One kiss and it was over. Kaden had been drawn to her from the first moment he had laid eyes on her at Club Rogue. Electricity sparked on his skin as testosterone shut down his brain and the rise of his animal self. From this point, it was all passion—intense and intoxicating. She would be his release, his escape, his drug. All these thoughts raced through his mind as the thrill of the primal need to possess her shuddered through his body.

But not yet. He reigned in his lust with difficulty. Little Miss Patty Cakes deserved a sensual flight of euphoria on the way to finding herself. Her true self—the submissive inside her.

“We will, Patty Cakes. All in good time,” he murmured in a gravelly voice as he brushed his palms over her arms and the gentle curve of her shoulders while tenderly nibbling along her jaw.

“You have an effect on me I never expected to experience again. Every time you open your mouth to speak, I feel the desire to pull you into me. The feel of your skin under my hands is like divine fire for my soul. I’m intoxicated by it. For the first time in a very long time, I embrace what it means,” he said in a deepening tone of voice.

“Kaden, you’re confusing me. I can’t afford to let whatever it is that your words make me feel become more than lust. Not now.” She smiled sadly. “Maybe never. I’m not made for permanency. I don’t want to be saddled down and become a housewife.”

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