Page 20 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Half an hour later, she was plug free and snuggled in bed with Ethan’s chest as her pillow.

“Do me a favor.” Her words were slightly muffled by her yawn.

“What’s that?”

“If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. I’ll never forgive you.”

“Go to sleep, brat. I’ll still be here in the morning.”

As promised, he was still sprawled on the bed next to her, snoring like a freight train when she woke the next morning. Her head felt a little heavy, but it wasn’t the worst hangover she’d had, so she decided to take advantage of his unconscious state.

Sliding under the covers, she discovered that one part of his anatomy was mostly awake. And all it took was a couple flicks of her tongue for it to stand at attention. Delighted by the reaction, she took the head into her mouth and sucked, hard.

“Jesus!”

Beneath her, his body jerked, and a hand came up to fist in her hair. “Come here.”

Ignoring the growled order, she continued rolling her tongue over the sensitive tip, until he gripped her by the arms and pulled her up to straddle him.

“Brat. What have I told you about following orders?”

She pouted down at him. “But I was having fun.”

“Well now you can have fun riding my cock without coming.”

“You wouldn’t!”

A heavy swat caught her by surprise. She jumped at the unexpected sting.

“Ride, brat. Before I decide to fuck that pretty little bottom of yours instead.”

Because that sounded far worse than no orgasms, she shifted and lowered herself onto him. In this position, he stretched her and filled her in ways he hadn’t before, and she let her head fall back on a moan.

Another heavy swat reminded her she was supposed to be moving. Shooting him a glare, she lifted her hips and rolled, riding his cock just as he’d ordered.

“Good girl.” Moving his hand between them, he pressed his thumb to her clit, lightly stroking as she rode, sending little shockwaves of pleasure to her core with each movement. But just when she felt that familiar tightening inside of her, telling her she was right there at the edge, he pulled his hand away.

“Daddy,” she whined. “I wanna come!”

“No. Naughty brats who don’t follow instructions don’t get rewards.”

“I just wanted to make you feel good, I didn’t mean to be a brat. Please, Daddy.”

“Hmm.” Eyes half closed, with an evil smirk playing at his lips, he moved his hand back to her clit. “Beg some more and I might change my mind.”

Before she’d let Ethan Clarke touch her, she’d never begged a man for anything. Certainly not pleasure. They either gave it, or they didn’t. And yet, with him, it seemed as natural as breathing. “Please, Daddy. I need to come so bad. Please.”

“I’m not quite convinced, brat.”

With every stroke of his thumb across her clit, the pressure built, until she let out a sob of frustration. “Daddy! Please!”

“Please, what?”

All she could manage was a low whine.

“Use your words, brat. Tell Daddy what you want.”

“I wanna come, Daddy, please, please let me come!”

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