Page 147 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Is Chris still as reckless as she was in school?”

“Obviously not. She’s still alive.” He grunted. “Jacob, when I said I was staying the night, I didn’t mean I’m going to have a rip-roaring time, get drunk, pick up a guy just for hooking up and then drag my butt home. I’m insulted, and you should leave if that’s how you think of me.”

His tone dropped, and so did her belly. “I care about what happens to you, so asking what you are doing, where you’re staying, and who is going with you is what people who care about you do.”

“No one else does besides my dad. Why would you?”

“That sounds strongly like feeling sorry for yourself, and I know you don’t. The fact that one of your friends wants to go with you says something very different. You want to control and direct how we interact and communicate in this relationship, and I won’t let you run the show. I’ll run it with you, but not singularly, and you won’t do it alone either. So if you’re trying to get sympathy by being dramatic, I can spank your butt, if you like, so you get the full brat experience.”

“I don’t want that.”

“Daddy.” He raised his eyebrow in expectation and warning.

“You always loved that title. It was easier when I was fifteen, Jacob.”

He reached over and drew her closer. “You’ll get used to it again. I love when you call me daddy. It means you know I’ll take care of you. You expect it. I want that from you again.”

“I’ll try... Daddy.” The kiss was slow and tender. He pulled away and moved the hair from her face.

“Now, about this trip.” His voice dropped a little.

“Look,” she hesitated, “if I take the coat, will you let me go in peace? Please?”

He rubbed his hand through his hair several times quickly. “Yes. Sorry, I’m being an overprotective ass. It’s because we just got back together. I haven’t even been able to sink into you yet. Tell you how beautiful you are for seventy years, give you babies, grow old with you. I know life happens, but I don’t want anything to happen outside of my plans. Our plans.”

She pushed her pack to the side and sat on the bed next to him. “It’s new to me too, and exciting and scary, but you went on your trip, and I let you go.”

“But you texted me often. We spoke every night, and it wasn’t long. I can take care of myself.”

Her tone softened as she reached out to touch his cheek. “Jacob, so can I.”

“I know. I just can’t help worrying.”

She nodded and then perked up. “Hey, we had our first fight.”

“This isn’t really a fight, but I’ll count it if we can have makeup sex.” A grin spread across his face, and his eyebrows wiggled.

“Oh, yeah. Let me just...”

Her pack with changes hit the floor. Jacob tackled her before Sage could say another word.

“This will be quicker than I wanted, but I can’t stay tonight. I have an early morning meeting for which I have to have my notes. But I can make it worth your while.”

“Then stop talking and start loving.” Things got loud after that.

Spanking was always a part of Jacob’s lovemaking. This evening was no exception.

“Ouch, Jake, that hurts.”

“Be honest. It stings but doesn’t hurt.”

“Well, it counts, and I want some... Mmm, that is so-o-o good. Right there. No, don’t edge, be generous. I won’t see you for two whole days,” she said as she spread herself for him.

“Guess we better do more then, huh?” He pinched her nipples alternately, and his hand slid lower to her wetness. “Give your clit to me, Sage. Let me feel you rev up and tighten as the orgasm comes over you and then as it overcomes you. Give me your cream, sweet, sweet, Sage.”

She tried to stay open for him and cried out when he slapped her thigh as she drew her legs closer together. “If you want me to make you come, you must stay in place for daddy. No fucking if there isn’t this part first. Now give me your climax. I need your cream to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“But it’s too much.”

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