Page 34 of Dirty Dean

“Fine.” I refuse to stomp away or act like a little girl. I’m a grown woman, and I will act as such. Head held high, shoulders back, and my eyes on the stairs. If he thinks I’m going to be a push around kind of person, he’s wrong.

Driving home, I stop at the gas station and fill up. And yes, I did get a Butterfinger candy bar to eat on the way. Once I make it to the house, I go inside, put my things up, and stand by the door. It doesn’t make sense to be on my knees until he gets home. What does it even mean to be on my knees? So many dang questions, and he won’t answer them.

The contract and list of limits is driving me nuts. When I hear the garage door open, I slide to my knees a few feet away from the door so I won’t get hit by it. My heart is racing and I can’t seem to catch my breath. There’s going to be a punishment, I already know it. I was too bold this afternoon and I can admit when I’m wrong. And I most certainly was.

As the door opens, I lift my face, and Chris looks down at me. “What a fucking sight you are.” His cock is making an impression in his slacks. “If only you had been a good girl and followed my rules.”

“I came straight home and I’m on my knees like you demanded.” My voice holds no rudeness.

“Did you not stop at the gas station?” He walks around me, and I hear his belt buckle coming loose.

“Yes, I needed gas. The tank was almost empty.”

“Did you call to get permission to stop?” He has the belt in his hands now and my breath hitches.

“No.” I tremble as he places the belt around my neck. He doesn’t tighten it yet, but I look at him, wondering how much he’s going to hurt me.

“Eyes forward, head straight, and don’t move, Jasmine.” Chris’s voice holds no anger in it. He promised he wouldn’t punish me in anger anymore.

Is it wrong of me to not like how calm he is? My entire body trembles as I turn my face away from him as he stands behind me. Keeping my eyes forward and head straight, I try to settle into not moving.

“Every move you make is because I want you to make it, little one. Your freedom is forfeited now that I have you. And if your body is an indicator of how much you like that idea, I know I’m not wrong.” Chris buckles the belt around my neck now. It’s not tight, but I get the gist of what he’s saying.

“When you need to do something, you’ll come to me either in person or by phone and ask for permission.”

The zipper of his pants comes down, and the urge to close my eyes is almost too much for me to fight keeping my eyes open.

“Do you understand?” His hand grabs my hair and brings my face to where I can see him. That large cock of his is out and he looks at me, daring me to be bad.

“Yes, Daddy.”

This earns me a wink before he pushes himself into my mouth. “That’s music to my ears, little girl.” Daddy leaves his cock in my mouth at just the tip. “We are going to go over all the rules, and if you are a good girl, you’ll get to suck my cock.”

The idea of sucking his cock does turn me on, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to break the rules. Often. Especially if this is how he’s going to punish me. I can handle being on my knees and his cock in my mouth.

Chapter Nineteen

Myinnocentlittleonelooks at me, lips stretched around me, and for a moment, I let the idea of her being with me for real work its way through me. Foolish and dangerous thoughts try to run amuck in my brain, but I push them aside.

“We’ll start with something easy.” I run a hand down her face and she smiles around my head. “After I give you each task, you’ll nod your head yes that you understand.”

She instantly nods, and I smile. When Jasmine is being good, she’s vulnerable. It’s written all over her.

“Housework is required. You’ll be tasked with making the bed and changing the sheets every Friday.”

I don’t have to wait for a yes from her, and I slip my cock deeper into her mouth. “Good girl. The next chore you will complete weekly will be laundry on Saturdays. This includes pressing my shirts and pants.”

It’s unlikely she knows how to iron, but we shall see how she does this weekend. Holding her for just a moment, I think about the remaining rules and punishments if she decides to disobey me.

“Homework is to be completed before anything else. You should know I have your class schedule and this includes the syllabus for each class. Before dinner, you will show me the homework you have left to complete.”

My little buttercup slides her head down on my cock before I can confirm that she’s said yes. “I’ll take your eagerness to mean yes.”

How the hell am I able to think when all I want to do is fuck her bratty little mouth?

“Because you are being good and wanting my cock, I’m not going to punish you for sliding down on my dick before I gave you permission.” My words come out deep and growled. Fuck, I want her so damn bad.

“A shower and brushing your teeth twice a day is mandatory. Clothing will be at my discretion. When you are in the house, I want you naked. If you are on your period, you simply have to tell me. Daddy will let you wear something comfy.”

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