Page 261 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

A Double Dose of Discipline by Stella Moore and Golden Angel

Chapter One

The Hideaway was more perfect than anything Hayleigh had ever imagined. Sun, sand, beautiful, clear blue waters.

And some of the most amazing sex she’d ever had.

Her body was still humming from the wake-up call her husband had given her that morning when they sat down for breakfast at one of the resort’s fantastic restaurants. Even Connor couldn’t find anything to complain about, and as a world-class chef himself, he wasn’t easily impressed.

As she reached for the slender champagne flute that held her daily mimosa, the stones on her left hand caught the bright, tropical sunlight and she grinned. It still felt so surreal to her, to be married to the love of her life. She assumed it would wear off eventually and at some point it would all feel “normal,” but for now she was basking in the newlywed glow.

“You’re looking very pleased with yourself this morning, wife.”

Grinning, she lifted her mimosa and sipped. “I’m feeling rather pleased with myself, husband.”

“Good.” With the most relaxed smile she’d ever seen on his face, Connor nodded at her full plate. “Eat up, baby. You’re going to need your energy.”

It shouldn’t have been physically possible for her to feel that pulsing heat between her thighs again so soon, but there it was. Her body couldn’t seem to get enough of her new husband, and even as exhausted as she was, she was looking forward to what he had planned next.

Because the resort he’d chosen wasn’t just any old island in the Caribbean. The Hideaway was an exclusive BDSM getaway, where couples like her and Connor could not only enjoy the luxuries the resort had to offer, but also different themed rooms, new toys unlike anything Hayleigh had seen before, and plenty of sexy demonstrations of various kinks and techniques.

She thought she’d seen it all, seeing as how she and Connor lived at a BDSM resort back in the states, and she’d literally taken classes on different aspects of BDSM and human sexuality. But after this week, she was wondering what she was missing out on at the Ranch. For the most part, she lived as a Little, so aside from her college courses, she spent nearly all her time in “Little” mode. Which, unfortunately, meant that certain parts of the Ranch were off limits to her.

Maybe when they got back, she could talk Connor into exploring more of what Rawhide had to offer. Even if they couldn’t make it to any demonstrations or anything like that, she knew for a fact there were plenty of different themed rooms she’d never explored. And then there was the dungeon she’d only ever gotten a glimpse of during her initial tour. The throbbing between her thighs grew more insistent as various scenarios played out in her mind. There were just so many possibilities she’d never really considered before.

Frantic movement from across the restaurant caught her attention and she waved excitedly when she spotted Vicky, one of her best friends in the whole wide world. Their husbands were good friends from way back, and after they’d met earlier in the year, Vicky and Hayleigh had gotten super close as well. So close, in fact, they’d had a joint wedding ceremony at Rawhide.

The joint honeymoon, however, had simply been a rather hilarious coincidence.

At least, she and Vicky had thought it was hilarious, and as soon as they’d found out where they were actually going, they’d launched into excited plans about spending time at the beach together, going on adventures together, watching the demonstrations together.

But their husbands had quickly squashed all their plans. Apparently, a double wedding was all fine and well, but a double honeymoon was just pushing things too far.

Men.

Connor had even gone so far as to take her phone when he’d caught her texting Vicky in the middle of the night. She was allowed to check it throughout the day and respond to pretty much anyone except Vicky. But considering she hadn’t gotten a single text from her friend since that night, she had a feeling Saul had done something similar.

“Hayleigh…”

The warning note in Connor’s voice had her dropping her hand and crossing her arms. She knew she was acting like a brat, but it was hard not to slip into her Little space when he was being such a hardass about stuff. “I know, I know. I’m supposed to pretend one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world doesn’t even exist because we’re taking ‘separate vacations’.”

A muscle in her husband’s jaw twitched, letting her know she was on thin ice. “Keep up that attitude, little girl, and you can finish your breakfast sitting on a red-hot bottom.”

Considering she was still somewhat stiff and achy from their multiple play sessions over the past few days, she wasn’t really that eager to push him into actually punishing her. It just wasn’t fair. What was so bad about wanting to spend some time with her friend?

“Sorry,” she mumbled, picking up her mimosa again. Her throat felt tight, and for a moment she was worried she might just burst into tears right then and there.

“Hey.” Reaching across the table, he linked his fingers with hers, and she glanced up to see the breezy, teasing smile on his face that had been in place nearly their entire trip. Guilt tugged at her heart; he was always so stressed back home and now she was ruining the little bit of time he was able to actually relax and unwind. “Is it so bad, spending all your time with your Daddy?”

“No, of course not!” Ugh, now she felt like a complete jerk. “I’m just being a brat. I’m sorry.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I know how to deal with brats, huh?”

Heat rose to her cheeks at the not-so-thinly-veiled threat. “I’ll be good, Daddy.”

“Why don’t you show me what a good girl you can be and finish your breakfast.”

Doing her best to forget all about Vicky and the fun they could be having, she dug into her food. She was nearly finished when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her friend heading into the bathroom.

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