Page 21 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“Fuck, I love the way you beg. Come for me, brat.”

The order, combined with the added pressure to her clit, sent her flying over the edge he’d kept her teetering on for so long. When she collapsed on top of him, panting and whimpering, he flipped her onto her back and drove into her all in one swift move.

“Mine,” he growled.

Arching into him, she smiled. “Finally. Took you long enough.”

With another growl, he sank his teeth into the sensitive juncture between her neck and shoulder. The flash of pain was all she needed to send another molten wave of pleasure crashing over her. This time, she took him with her, and they collapsed onto the bed together in a sweaty, gasping tangle of limbs.

“You might be the death of me, brat.”

“But what a way to go, huh?”

Laughing, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. “No complaints here.”

“I can’t believe you bit me.” She hissed when she prodded the mark. “That shit hurt.”

“What can I say? I like seeing my mark on you. All over you.”

Pounding on the front door interrupted her smart-ass reply. “Who the hell could that be this early on a Sunday?”

“Probably somebody with a noise complaint about the screaming.”

“Oh hush. I wasn’t that loud.”

“Were too. And I bet I can make you scream even louder.”

“Bet you can’t.”

With mischief sparking in his eyes, he lunged for her and dug his fingers into her side. The move shocked a scream out of her, and then a squeal as she dissolved into laughter.

“Get off of her, Sheriff!”

All movement stopped as they both turned to find a deputy in the doorway, his shaking service weapon trained on Ethan.

Lifting his hands above his head, Ethan slowly backed away from her. “What’s going on, Johnson?”

“You just step away from Ms. Izzy, Sheriff. Nice and slow.”

“Bobby Joe, what the hell are you doing?” Completely forgetting that she was stark naked with Ethan’s cum dripping down her thigh, Izzy rolled off the bed and planted her fists on her hips. “Put that gun away before you hurt someone!”

“I’m not the one hurting people, Iz. We had an anonymous tip that the Sheriff here beat you.”

The room spun around her. The edges of her vision went dark. “What?”

“Yeah. Said if we check, we’ll find bruises. And Jesus Christ, is that a bite mark?”

“Look, Bobby, this is just a huge misunderstanding.” Frantically playing the night before in her mind, she tried to think of how this could have happened. “The bathroom!”

“What?” Ethan asked, not taking his eyes off his deputy.

She turned to explain, but she was cut off by the shocked gasp from behind her. “Izzy, what did he do to you?”

From the hallway, Jake spoke up in what Izzy thought of as his trying-to-stop-a-bar-fight voice. “Deputy Johnson, if you could just put the gun down, I think we can explain everything.”

“Explain what? Look at her, Jake!”

Exasperated, she turned back to the doorway. “Bobby, you absolute walnut. He didn’t beat me. We were having sex!”

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