Page 22 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“You’re under a misconception of what I’m talking about, little one. I will never expect you to change who you are.”

With a gentle finger he traced her face, forcefully holding her gaze, drinking the passion from her eyes in a way that only magnified the spark between them. There was no smile on his lips, only the hot intensity of his gaze which shimmered from the inferno raging inside him, begging for release.

“Soon, you will learn what it means to have me as your Daddy in every sense of the word,” he rasped against the soft skin of her stomach as he knelt and planted hot, wet kisses downward.

“Oh God,” Sage cried, her hips jerking when he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, drawing tantalizing circles around it before sucking it between his lips.

Kaden was losing himself too quickly. The vibrancy of her nature teased, promised, and tormented him. He reveled in how she thrashed against him as he spanned his hands around her buttocks, holding her in place.

“I can’t… Lord that feels good,” she wailed and orbited her hips against his mouth.

“Easy, Patty Cakes,” he murmured against her labia. Tickling the slit with the tip of his tongue, he spread her legs wider when she moved restlessly, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“You’re a witch. You crumble my resolve with your unreserved wantonness and desire. It’s not even worth trying to resist you,” he growled against her pussy, inebriated by her aroma that consumed his mind. “You’re likely to become a fever in my blood in the future, becoming the elixir to ease my need.”

Flicking his tongue over her labia once, twice, he pushed his tongue deep inside, lapping at the silken folds that clenched around him. With a growl of satisfaction, he sucked and licked the generous offering he found in his quest.

“Gaawd. Yes!” she cried when he suckled her satiny folds, tormenting her flesh with his tongue and teeth. Her movements became frantic as he pulled her bottom up to lap at her slickness to find her core then raking his teeth over the delicate spot.

Sage gasped, then became still, frozen to the spot as he ravaged her.

“Come for me, Patty Cakes.”

“Daddy!” Her cry was one of surprise as her hips jerked frantically. With her back arching, he watched transfixed as one climax after another rippled through her.

“Hmm, beautiful.” Closing his eyes, he intensified his efforts to sustain her ride on a rollercoaster of orgasmic bliss.

Kaden’s body was rigid in an effort to stay in control, to give him more time to savor her, to offer her as much pleasure as she deserved.

“Daddy, please!” Her hoarse plea drew his eyes to hers. She looked breathtaking in this lustful moment. Her body was flushed and swollen from multiple orgasms, her eyes wild and filled with heat. He knew what she was after. He could no longer deny her, or himself. Without realizing he had moved, he stood behind her, his hands on her hips as he nibbled her shoulder.

“Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since I walked through the door—ahh, holy shit that feels good,” she ended in a raw cry as with one hard thrust, he hilted inside her.

Kaden grunted as he pushed into her, exulting in the tremors that shook her body the deeper he went. His face was drawn in a mask of torment as he rocked into her with smooth, easy strokes until her movements became frantic, begging for more. He groaned as he felt himself grow harder and thicker.

“You are so hot, little one. In more ways than one,” he whispered against her ear as he tugged on her nipples and teasingly patted her swollen clit. Her body twitched wildly in response as his movements grew stronger and faster when he thrust deeply.

“Again, Patty Cakes. Come for Daddy.”

Sage screamed his name then he felt her climax as the rippling waves of her body enveloped him, holding him intimately, squeezing and clenching around him.

With his hands clasped around her hips, he held her firmly in place. His movements turned feverish as his own pleasure increased. Bucking wildly into her hot sheath, he pounded her, losing himself in the undeniable bliss he knew was imminent. A deep, husky growl of masculine triumph escaped from his lips at the searing heat starting at the back of his cock.

His body solidified for a moment then he pulsed deeply inside her, filling her with his heat on a roar of pleasure. In those final moments, he came into her like he’d wanted to—roughly staking a claim, hungry for her soul and on the verge of brutally branding her as his.

Breathing harshly, he untied her and carried her to the bed. Their stuttering breaths were the only sound humming through the stillness of the night as he cuddled her close. With revered gentleness, he traced the lines of Sage’s back. The night drifted around them in soft, collateral sounds.

Leaning over her, he stared into her face. He knew then he would never let her go. She was his now.

Sage sealed her fate with the tender smile beautifying her face as she traced his lips.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Chapter Eleven

A week later. J. Edgar Hoover FBI Building, Washington D.C….

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