Page 66 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

woman”

“What kind of woman is that? A 1950’s woman?”

He takes a bite of pancakes to give himself time to think. “Is that what you think the whole DD lifestyle is all about? Turning women into housewives, barefoot and pregnant, ready to service their husbands on a dime and turned over his knee for a hard, bare-bottomed spanking if she fails to please him?”

Her chest is heaving as she takes deep breaths.

“Which part of that rant has you out of breath, Hallie?”

Her answer is barely more than a whisper. “All of it. Oh God. Is that really what you expect?”

Troy could kick himself. She isn’t ready to see that for the ridiculous joke that it was. He quickly slides out of the booth, moving to slide in next to her. Hallie actually slides as far as she can, turning so her back is against the restaurant wall to face him. She’s panicking as he moves forward, trapping her.

Troy reaches out to cup her cheek with his right hand, trying to calm her. “Hallie, baby. I’m so sorry. That was a bad joke. That isn’t what I want out of a relationship at all. Take a deep breath.” Amazingly, she listens to him. “You want to know what the right kind of woman is for me? The woman I’ve been looking for?”

She answers with a whisper. “Yes.”

“Well for starters, she has to be smart… witty… able to keep me on my toes. Kind of like this conversation we’re having right now. It’s anything but boring, wouldn’t you agree?” He ends with a grin.

“I guess.”

“Good. Next, she has to want to be my partner in life. Someone who compliments me. Who accepts that I am going to be better at some things and she at other things, but when we put our skills together, we make a whole. To me that is what DD is all about. Each person has an equal but different role to play, but when we come together it can be like magic.”

“I’ve never believed in magic.”

“Oh, Hallie. I may have never found it either, but I believe in it. I saw it with my own eyes in my parent’s marriage and my grandparent’s before them. I see it in so many of the wonderful relationships in Eagle’s Pass. You don’t think they’ve found a little bit of magic?”

She thinks about that for a minute. “Maybe.”

“There’s one other really important requirement left.”

“Yes?”

“She has to make me want to fuck her senseless the second she walks in a room”

“Oh God.” Troy is worried she is going to hyperventilate soon. He’s close enough to smell her arousal in the confined space.

Troy grabs her hand, holding it in his own while they size each other up. He slowly moves their joined hands to place her palm onto his now raging hard-on. Hallie’s eyes dilate, turning from green to almost black with veiled lust.

“This is what you do to me, Hallie. I’ve pretty much had this problem since I kissed you under that damn mistletoe on Christmas Eve. Three damn days I’ve been walking around, telling myself you’re too young for me. Telling myself you’re too innocent. Too afraid of a DD lifestyle. That you’ll freak out the first time I try to spank that beautiful ass of yours. I’ve come up with at least twenty reasons why falling for you is a bad idea, but in the end, it doesn’t matter. I want you, Hallie Boudreaux and I’m going to be patient and take my time proving to you that you should want me too.”

He’s done it. Laid all of his cards on the table. He hadn’t even made it two damn hours alone with her. He holds his breath, praying he didn’t just make the biggest mistake of his life.

She never does answer him. At least not with words. Hallie catapults forward into his arms with a groan. Troy captures her mouth in what is easily the most passionate kiss of his life. It’s full of emotion and promise. They lose themselves in the moment until their waitress clears her throat next to their table. They pull out of their kiss reluctantly.

“I’m really sorry to interrupt, but there is a family nearby that has complained about your… well... They’d appreciate it if you could get back to eating your breakfast.”

Troy and Hallie both burst out laughing. “Yeah, sure. We’ll behave ourselves.”

“Thank you.”

When she’s gone, Troy reaches out to tuck a stray strand of blonde hair behind Hallie’s ear. “Oh Hallie, you’re dangerous.”

“That’s my line.”

Chapter Ten

“Don’t touch me! I can get up on my own.” Hallie looks up at Troy hovering over her for at least the tenth time in the last four hours. Just when she starts to feel like she might be getting the hang of things, she finds herself on her ass again.

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