Page 91 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

Daddy’s Good Boy by Della Cain and Kaytea Kat

Chapter 1

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I will be a good boy.

I will be a good boy.

I will be a good boy.

“I will be a good boy.” I recited the lines each time I finished them, trying to reinforce their message. It used to be I will be Daddy’s good boy, but I no longer had a daddy because I couldn’t manage to follow his one simple rule to be good. And now I was all alone and trying to manifest being good because I saw it on the Internet and figured it was worth a try.

Six more times and I was done for the morning and could get ready for my day. I fought back the urge to rush through them. Daddies don’t like it when their boys don’t put in their best effort.

Sentences complete, I closed my purple-glitter composition notebook and slid it onto the shelf next to the others. The covers were all different, but the insides all were the same. This new cover was my favorite. It made me happy as it caught the light in the store, and I took that as a sign that this notebook was the one—the very last one before I was ready to put myself out there again.

“It’s time to get up.” I jingled the leash at the door, hoping it would get Fred excited about his walk. It didn’t. He could hear the rain as easily, if not better, than I could. He was a great dog, but the rain was a big-old pass for him.

I walked over and clipped the leash onto his collar, whistled, and started to walk. Fred begrudgingly got up.

“We’ll go quickly, if you hurry-hurry and do your business.” I wasn’t sure why I bothered to promise Fred that. There would be zero hurrying. Not with the rain.

I grabbed an umbrella and out the apartment door we went.

My apartment was a third-floor walk-up in one of the older neighborhoods of the city. I loved the location and the buildings. There was something homey about them that you didn’t really get in the new apartment buildings. I worked with people who lived in some of the more modern complexes, and they didn’t know their neighbors at all. They went in and out and spoke to no one, not more than a hello in the elevator. And while I understood the benefits of on-site amenities and easy commute, I’d take my place over theirs any day.

“Good luck.” Miss Jeanine from across the hall was picking up her paper as I passed her place. She was a retired preschool teacher and for whatever reason, everyone called her by the name her former students did. It just fit her.

“I’m going to need it.” Fred was already slowing down. “Cross your fingers for us.”

“And my toes.” She directed her attention to Fred. “Be good for Daddy. He has work to get to, you know.”

I tried not to flinch at the term daddy. She meant well, and no part of her would’ve known what that title meant to me and how I longed to have one of my own. Instead, I just thanked her and moved along to go stand out in the rain while Fred decided whether or not he was going to do his business.

His stubbornness was only outdone by mine. Thankfully, we didn’t get a ton of rain here, or I probably would have been late to work too many times waiting for him.

“Let’s hurry-hurry.” It was at least the fifteenth time I told him that, but just like the other requests, he ignored it.

“Fred being Fred?” Marco, the building owner, chuckled.

He was holding a cup of coffee from the cute little neighborhood cafe in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Being a landlord wasn’t Marco’s full-time job, having inherited the building from a relative, and he was dressed in his power suit for his office position. I wasn’t sure what he did there other than distract the other people with his sexiness. Or maybe it was just me who got distracted by his bedroom eyes, his welcoming smile, his firm ass, and his daddy vibes. It was probably me.

“Yeah.” I worked hard not to stare at my landlord. I really did. But it was pretty darn near impossible. “He doesn’t like it when it rains in his bathroom.”

“Funny thing about that, neither do I.” He let out a rich chuckle. “I haven’t had any of this. Would you like it? I can go back and grab another one on my way out. You look like you could use it.”

My fingers itched to reach out and accept his offer. Not only was it sweet, but he wasn’t wrong. I was chilled to the bone from being out in the rain, my umbrella only sort of shielding me from the water pelting down. But if I did take it from him, I’d read into it. Not because he led me on but because I liked Marco and had since he took over the building and was constantly looking for signs he was interested in me as well.

“No thanks. I think he’s about to give up, and I have a thermos-full in the house.”

“If you’re sure.” He looked at Fred. “Now, be a good boy for Daddy.”

I had to bite back a groan, wanting Marco to have been saying that to me. It was already a long day, and I hadn’t even left for work, but at least my bathroom wasn’t raining on me.

That would wait until tomorrow.

Chapter 2

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