Page 348 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Especially not in the short time they had left.

Travis had been arrested last night; she hadn't. They'd carted him off to jail and she knew his deputies had divided the duties of booking him in and heading out to the motel to govern over the other sleeping prisoners to his ‘parole’. She knew this not because she'd seen it, but because she'd been in the truck with Daddy while he'd been on the phone, discussing it.

She'd been sitting there, half-naked while he'd lowered his voice and said, "No, she's with me… No, I'm taking her home… I mean my home… I'll bring her in the morning."

So, she absolutely was going to be arrested. All over again. That wasn't his fault. She was clear enough in her thinking now to know that.

Just like she was clear enough to know no matter how much she wished she could do things over again—that she'd taken that chance when they'd first to trust him, about Travis and the farm, about herself—she couldn’t.

She was never going to see him again.

She was never going to feel as safe as she had felt drinking from his bottle, opening her mouth to his binky, lying before him with her naked legs spread while he put her in a diaper and called her his babygirl. His baby.

Just plain his.

She'd never had that before.

She doubted she'd ever have it again.

But she didn't doubt for a second that she needed it. She needed him.

She'd really screwed up.

But right here, lying beneath him now, how could she possibly say any of that? The words didn't exist.

"Please, Daddy," she whispered.

His pupils dilated as he swallowed, then shook his head. "I don't do one-night stands," he warned.

Once she was back in jail, he would have no more choice over that than she did.

"I need Daddy," she said.

He swore under his breath, but the look in his eyes wasn't angry. It was ravenous. "Don't you say that to me if you don't mean it."

"I need you, Daddy."

He shook his head wonderingly. "I will chase this relationship as far as it will go," he vowed. "And yes, I mean it, there will be a relationship."

He didn't mean it. A relationship wasn't possible, not once she was in the system.

"Please… Daddy?" She arched her back, lifting her hips in search of his, but she only bumped his thigh with a crinkle of diaper padding.

His head lowered, his voice deepening. She felt the shiver of it rippling through him. "Please, Daddy, what? Use your big girl words, Tabitha. What do you want Daddy to do?"

"Make love to me." To him, this couldn’t be more than just fucking, but to her... it was the last part of him she'd ever know, and she wanted so much to take that with her when she was forced to go.

He swore again, deeply, breathlessly, swooping in to catch her lips with his.

He branded her with his kisses—her mouth, her chin, the very base of her neck where his tongue first tasted and then soothed the wild beating of her heart.

His big hands let go of hers, stripping her shirt off over her head so he could trail those nipping, hungry kisses down between the valley of her small breasts while he stripped her out of her diaper.

"Daddy," she whimpered, but his kisses found her again and something else did too. As he peeled the blanket out from between them, as she rolled to curve into full-body contact with him, the prodding of his fully erect cock, trapped in the prison of his jeans, found her thigh. Her breath caught at the unexpected desire that sparked from that touch. Those sparks went straight to her pussy.

"You want to play with Daddy?" he asked, his fingertips caressing from her shoulder to her hip.

She nodded, and he smiled.

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