Page 26 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

The belt whipped across her thighs, jerking her attention back to him.

“I asked you a question, Isabella. Is this,” the belt cracked against the fullest part of her ass, making her howl at the sting, “what my brat needs to be a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“I thought so. Are you going to be a good girl and take off your clothes now?”

“Yeah.” She squealed when the belt whipped across her thighs three more times. “Yes, Daddy!”

“Better. Strip, brat.”

Ass on fire, pussy aching, she stood and pulled the uniform up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor beside her. Her bra, which matched the now-ruined panties, quickly followed.

“Much better. Back over the couch.”

As much fun as it was to taunt him and push him, she was desperate to feel him inside of her, so she hurried to place herself back in position.

“You know, if you’d taken your clothes off like I’d instructed in the first place, we would be done now. But you just can’t seem to follow directions, can you, baby?”

“I can, I just don’t like to.”

Ethan let out a short, surprised bark of laughter at her response. “God, I love you.”

“What?” Stunned, she popped back up and whirled to face him. “What did you just say to me?”

Grinning from ear to ear, he closed the distance between them in a single step and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. “I love you, brat.”

“Don’t.” Her voice shook, and for a moment she worried she was going to fall apart again, right there in the middle of his living room. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Ethan.”

A low growl was her only warning before the hand on the back of her neck tightened and he pulled her closer. The playfulness in his eyes had disappeared. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Isabella. I tried to ignore it, God help me, I tried. You’re too young, too sweet, and you’re my best friend’s sister-in-law. By all accounts, you should be off limits. But I’m only human, Izzy, and a man can only be asked to endure so much before he breaks. The moment you placed yourself over my lap in that dungeon, I was toast.”

It was exactly what she’d wanted to hear for as long as she could remember. And as soon as the words left his mouth, she wanted to slap him.

“You asshole!” The widening of his eyes was almost comical, but she was in no mood to laugh.

“What?”

“I’ve been in love with you since I was nine years old, you dumbass! All those years we could have had together, lost, because of some misplaced sense of chivalry.” She tried to jerk away, but his hold didn’t budge. “It would serve you right if I walked out that door and never spoke another word to you, Ethan Clarke.”

“I suppose it would. But I’m not letting you go unless you say it.”

“Say what?”

“What color are you, brat?”

It took a moment for the implication to fully sink in. When it did, she scowled up at him. “Green, you big jerk. You know I’m green as a fucking clover.”

“One of these days I’m going to wash that filthy mouth out with soap. Get back in position, brat.”

He didn’t give her much of a choice, grabbing her by the arm and pushing her down over the back of the couch once more. The stiff leather bit into her bare skin again, eliciting a long hiss of pain from her. He whipped her, without pause or mercy, ignoring her cries and pleas until her entire ass and halfway down her thighs was raw and swollen.

And when she was so sore, she thought one more stripe would break her, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her, filling her with one sure stroke.

“You’re mine, Izzy.” The length of him slowly slid from her before thrusting inside again. “And I’m going to spend the rest of my life making up for those lost years.” Another tortuous withdrawal, another slow, punishing thrust. “Teasing you. Punishing you. Fucking you.” He moved a hand to her clit, those clever fingers pinching and teasing her as he fulfilled his promise then and there. “Teaching you to be Daddy’s good little girl. Got it, brat?”

Everything she’d ever wanted, laid out in front of her. All she had to do was reach out and grab it. After everything that had happened, she should have felt some hesitation about handing her heart over to him, but she didn’t.

There was only one possible answer for her to give. “Yes, Daddy,” she agreed, gasping for air as he took her, wrecked her, body and soul.

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