Page 26 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. Maybe, if you stick around long enough, you’ll find out more about them.”

He caressed her chin between his fingers then leaned in to deliver a quick, hard, open-mouthed kiss; unleashing a wave of arousal to wash over her.

“Tonight, Babygirl, I’m going to teach you position sixty-two of the Kama Sutra.”

“Sixty-two? Kama Sutra?” she mumbled unintelligibly, still struggling with the lust brought to a slow boil inside her loins.

“Hmm, you’re right. We should really start with position one and work our way through them all. Very well, then. You’ve convinced me. Tonight, we’ll work on positions one through ten.”

“One through… ten? I… uh, I think you misunderstood what I meant.”

Kaden chuckled as he leaned in for another quick, hard kiss.

“Have fun cooking, Babygirl. See you at dinner.”

Sage could do no more than stare after him. “Good Lord, now what’ve I gotten myself into?”

Dinner time at Triple K Ranch…

“Holy fuck!” Kaden exploded. “Good Lord, my throat is on fire.”

“But how is that possible? I assure you I took your preference for non-spicy food to heart when I prepared the Discada.” Sage stared wide-eyed at the red blush spreading over Kaden’s face.

“Of course, you did,” he choked out, swallowing down an entire glass of water.

“Oh my, you look rather flustered. Are you okay, Daddy?”

“Don’t Daddy me, Sage. You did this deliberately. I suppose this is how you take revenge?”

“Revenge for what?” With palms supplicated, she looked over at his brothers. “I made the dinner exactly as Keith asked, using only the peppers in the pantry. And this is what I get? Being accused of seeking vengeance? I am truly hurt!”

Taking a bite from her plate, she chewed delicately. “Maybe your fragile palette has more in common with a baby’s bottom. I find this rather mild.”

“Yeah, me too. Perfectly spiced. Just the way we like it,” Kevin gushed. He smiled broadly. “Hot as the devil’s breath.”

Sage pointed a finger at Keith. “You told me the jalapeño peppers in the pantry were not that hot. Now, look at your poor brother. He can hardly breathe!”

Sage wisely avoided looking at Kaden lest she burst out laughing. Pranks were a daily occurrence when she was growing up. This was a little more than that. Mr. High & Mighty Daddy had to be brought down a notch or two. Ms. Patty Cakes wasn’t a little Babygirl to be ordered about and threatened with punishment.

Eating away at her own generous portion of Discada was easy since she had dished it up before adding the peppers. Like Kaden, she, too, didn’t like overly spiced food. She knew exactly how much he was suffering but refused to give in to feeling sorry for him. Big, bad Daddy had it coming!

“I don’t know about you, Kaden, but I’m having seconds,” Keith said as he filled his plate again.

Sage was impressed that despite the searing heat, Kaden soldiered on, continuing to eat, suffering in silence. She did notice however that the ratio between the meat and bread leaned heavily toward the latter.

“I did try to balance the flavor of the jalapeño by mixing the big ones with the smaller ones, although I must say, I didn't realize that they were harvested when they were that small. But who am I to question experienced farmers like you?”

Keith and Kevin looked at each other then burst out laughing when Kaden growled with a sharp glare at Sage.

Squaring up her shoulders, she innocently asked, “What?”

“Those aren’t jalapeños, Sage,” Keith said with a grin. “They’re ghost peppers. They’ve been ripening in the pantry, so at this point, they are almost at the peak of their heat. It’s also the hottest chili on the market.”

“Oh, my.” With her hands covering her mouth in pretend horror, she jumped up to keep from bursting out in laughter and rushed to the fridge.

“Here,” she said as she filled Kaden’s glass. “I believe milk helps to ease the heat.”

Kaden gulped down the dairy drink in one go. “You better start buttering up your ass, Babygirl.”

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