His Dark Discipline

by Rose, Jenna

  His eyes flare as he turns back to me. I feel the power in his gaze and wonder if maybe I just went too far. I feel naked in front of him. Exposed. Vulnerable. The aching desire inside me is unbearable.

  I want to please him. All he has to do is let me.

  “Well, Daddy is back now.” He seizes me by the wrist in a vise-like grip, causing me to cry out in pain. Then the next thing I know, I’m bent over his knee with my pants around my ankles.

  I shouldn’t want this.

  It’s wrong.

  But as his palm comes down on the bare skin of my ass and I cry out with pain, there’s a wicked smile on my face.

  4

  Lily

  “Good girl,” Damon growls, bringing his hand down on my other cheek, causing me to cry out again. “Christ, look at the fucking ass on you.”

  My back arches as he spanks me again, and a fresh flood of endorphins hose into my brain. My core goes tight against his strong legs, and I brace myself against the floor as he disciplines me.

  I deserve this, I think as I take his punishment. After all, it was my plan to get his attention with all those boys. I knew my mom would bring it up to him, and if that didn’t get his attention, nothing would.

  His erection is pressing against my breast, leaving my mouth watering with anticipation. I’ve never been this close to a man before or felt his manhood. I may have seen it once, but once wasn’t enough.

  I need it…

  A cool shudder passes through me as he slides his rough palm up the small of my back, lifting my shirt to my shoulder blades. His fingertips explore my body with a delicateness that contrasts his brutal strength. The massive arousal between his legs presses against my core, reminding me of his dangerous sexuality that I chose to awaken.

  “I swore I would never do this,” he mutters, dragging his touch down to the crease where my butt meets my thigh.

  “Why, Daddy?” The words just come out of me like a glowing energy.

  “Because it’s wrong, Lily. I’m wrong for you.”

  Another blaze of anticipation ripples through me, and I look up at my stepdad with submissive eyes. “Then why does this feel so right?”

  “Fuck,” Damon grunts. With blinding speed, he spins me onto my back and presses me down onto the floor beneath him. Like a dog, he leans in, presses his nose against the skin of my neck and inhales deeply. A growl swells up from his chest. “I’ve broken the law more times than I can remember, little girl. But taking you may be the worst thing I ever do.”

  “I’m not a little girl,” I counter, arching my back and pressing my breasts against him. “Or have you failed to notice?”

  Damon’s eyes hood in reply, and like we’re slow-dancing together, he presses his swollen manhood against me and grinds in a circular motion. “You know the answer to that, don’t you?”

  “I can’t fuck you,” Damon groans, as though he’s speaking to himself rather than me. “I-it’s so wrong.”

  “You’re not my real dad, Daddy,” I giggle.

  “No.” He shakes my head. “But it isn’t that that worries me.”

  My lust has taken me over. This is what it’s like to be insanely turned on by someone. Without thinking, I reach up and curl my arm around his strong neck and purr in his ear, “I thought a man like you doesn’t worry about anything.”

  Damon’s eyes find mine and crush me with a terrible glare. I can see his mind working, processing, calculating, deciding which answer to give me. He picks one, but I know it’s not the one that’s really bothering him.

  “I’m worried about hurting you, Lily. If you only knew how big my cock is…”

  “I have a pretty good idea.” I smile, tilting my chin down and pressing myself against his bulge.

  “But you don’t know what that means,” he growls. “You’re still innocent, aren’t you?”

  For some reason, I’m ashamed when I nod. “I’m sorry. You must have had so many women, and I don’t want to disappoint you—”

  Damon’s laugh hits me like a slap in the face. He tosses his head back and roars like a lion before looking back down at me, eyes practically on fire.

  “Disappoint me? Sweet thing, you could never even come close.”

  “So you…you want me?” The question seems stupid, but I have to ask. Our last encounter still remains unfinished, and this one has my head spinning.

  “More than I want all the money in the world.” Damon’s reply is like a triumphant symphony that fills my chest with a brilliant warmth. A slick, pouring wetness floods my thighs, causing my hips to twist in a circular motion, exploring the thickness of his manhood with my flesh. “But I can’t have you, princess. Even a bad man like me knows better than to drag an innocent like you into his terrible world.”

  “I’m not that innocent,” I lie. But Damon calls me on it.

  “Yes you are. If you only knew what my cock would do to that sweet, virgin pussy of yours, you wouldn’t be so eager to convince me.”

  My desperation is boiling over. Damon’s swollen desire is intoxicating. I flash my eyes at him and part my thighs, letting him see how eager I am. It’s shameless – I know that. But I don’t care.

  “I won’t break, Daddy,” I whimper. “Promise.”

  For the briefest of moments, Damon’s stony visage falters, and I see a spark from the man beneath. Something close to a smile appears on his lips, making his presence all that more powerful. And when he seals his lips against mine, I wonder for a moment if the top of my head might just explode.

  My first kiss…

  It’s beyond anything I could have imagined or expected. There’s the thrill of doing something for the first time, but then on top of that there’s the added exhilaration of knowing who it is I’m kissing.

  I wonder if I’m doing it right.

  My hormones are raging, pulling at my body, making it do things I never could have planned. My lips open, accepting his tongue. I moan as they press together. I can feel his hunger in his movements as my hips rise and fall, buck and twist against his, grinding against his swollen manhood, making me more and more aware of my wetness as I’m driven higher and higher to the point of no return.

  “I…I think I’m going to come, Daddy…”

  “Yes you are, baby,” Damon purrs affectionately. “Yes, you are.”

  My lips quiver as I speak his name. No, not his name, but what he is to me. “Daddy…”

  And then it hits me. My neck tightens, and my jaw clenches down. Damon knows just where to apply pressure with his bulge and does so with perfection as I gyrate, shivering, twitching against his prowess as a golden climax shudders through me.

  I moan.

  I’m nothing beneath his strength. He could do whatever he wanted to me right now, and I would let him.

  I want him to…

  But as I come down and manage to open my eyes, I see a terrible look in his eyes – a look of shame and regret.

  “What?” I stammer as a horrible reality comes crashing down on me. “What is it, Daddy?”

  “No.” He shakes his head as he pulls back from me. “Don’t call me that.”

  “But…you are my—”

  “Stepfather!” he barks, causing me to jump. “I’m your stepfather, and I can’t be doing this. Not with you. It’s…it’s wrong.”

  He stands, further cementing the hollow, sinking feeling now taking over my core. I’m blushing, sweating and panting in a post-orgasmic daze, and Damon looks like someone just told him the worst news of his life.

  “You break the law for a living!” I shout, an unsuspected anger rearing its head like a lion. “What do you care?”

  Again, Damon shakes his head. “It’s not about that, Lily. I-I don’t deserve you.”

  “What!?”

  “I’m a monster,” he grunts, backing away from me. “Don’t you see my scar? I didn’t get this by living a good life, Lily! I got it by living a life of pain – a life I can’t bring you into!”

  I’m on my feet
in an instant, cradling his face in my hands. “I want you, Daddy. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left. I went boy crazy to get your attention!”

  “No!” he barks, louder this time, snatching himself away from my touch. “I will not bring an innocent like you into my life!”

  He moves toward the door, and I quickly follow, but he stops me with a firm hand against my chest that only serves to further ignite the flames within me. But the look in his eyes is like God telling you that you can’t come into heaven.

  “You will stay here,” he tells me through clenched teeth. I plead for his eyes to drag down my body, to reveal the desire I know is there, but he holds them on mine, unmoving. “And this will never happen again.”

  This time when he moves, I stay still. There’s no use fighting him. This is happening. All I can do is watch as he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, leaving me in darkness.

  5

  Damon

  I’m a sick bastard.

  So much for self-restraint. I don’t know how many times I’ve held back – whether it was keeping dangerous women out of my life or deciding on what form of punishment to enact on those who disobeyed me.

  Men in my line of work who operate on emotion end up dead. Not me. I’m rational, calculating. I plan my moves before I make them. It’s how I ended up where I am today.

  And then Lily happened…

  My cock is so hard I can barely walk straight as I make my way down the hallway to my bedroom. The feel of her soft, supple, teenage body against mine is still swimming through my mind – teasing me, haunting me, screaming at me to turn around, stride back down to her room, and ravage her little virgin pussy.

  I slam the door shut behind me and lock it.

  “Son of a bitch.” I shatter my mirror with my fist. The shards of glass cut into my knuckles, the pain temporarily distracting me from my lust. I glance down at the blood as it runs down my fingers. I’ve seen so much of it in my lifetime, and the sight now serves simply as another reminder of why I have to keep myself away from Lily.

  “And to keep her away, I bring her here…” I shake my head as I move to the bed and sit. Even in my current state, my cock will not go down. My lust for her is unshakeable. The feeling of her sweet teenage curves pressed up against my body is a feeling I will never forget, as I will certainly never feel it again.

  She doesn’t know what she’s doing. We don’t belong together. She’s gorgeous, perfect and pristine. I’m a scarred-up beast of a man who doesn’t deserve her.

  She’s young, full of hormones, and brimming with daddy issues. She doesn’t want me; she doesn’t even know me. All she wants is a man to fill that need and give her attention.

  To be with me…she has no idea what those consequences would be.

  Men trying to kill me. Men trying to kill her. Just the thought makes my chest burn. No way. For Lily and me to even have a chance at being together, I’d have to leave it all behind.

  And I would too.

  If it were only that easy…

  I run my hand under the sink and wrap it with gauze then grab my keys. It’s time to go, but my body simply will not let me. My cock is a hot, unrelenting bar of steel between my legs that refuses to surrender. If I’m going anywhere, I’m going to have to deal with it.

  Filled with shame, I lower my pants and sit on the edge of the bed. Pre-cum spills into my hands as I squeeze my shaft, providing the necessary lubrication. Closing my eyes, I think of her.

  The thought of her scent…the feeling of her breasts…

  …the way we kissed, like lovers meant to be together.

  It doesn’t take me long to get there. My back arches, and I grunt as my release spills into my palm and over my fingers. I clench my eyes shut until I’m finished, then quickly head back to the bathroom to clean up.

  “You sick fuck,” I mutter as I manage to get my cock back into my pants. It’s not completely soft, but it will do for now. At least I can walk without it getting in the way. And that’s good, because I’m getting the hell out of here for now. In the blink of an eye, I’m out of the house (locking it behind me) and in the car on my way into town. Just knowing Lily is there is going to make it nearly impossible for me to sleep tonight.

  What now? Buy another house for me to live in alone?

  “Christ,” I grunt as I head to one of the five diners I own, all for money laundering purposes of course. I couldn’t tell you how to make an omelet or mix a good pancake. I park and head inside, trying to tell my dick to go into hibernation for a while, but it’s not listening. Not when I still have Lily on my mind.

  I take the corner booth out of reflex so I can see anyone who’s coming and going and wave the waitress over.

  “Hey, Mr. Ramone.” Rachel smiles, coming right over. “All alone tonight?”

  “Fortunately,” I reply. “Or unfortunately, I guess. Depending on how you look at it.”

  “Tell me about it,” Rachel laughs, rolling her eyes as she pops her gum. “Men! Sometimes I think I can live without ‘em, and then other times…I’m not so sure.”

  “Well, you’ll always have me,” I joke.

  “Don’t tempt me!” Rachel laughs and heads back to the kitchen to put in my order: a black coffee and toast with raspberry jam. I tend to eat light when I have something on my mind, which means if Lily ends up staying with me, I’m probably going to end up solving the problem by starving to death.

  My phone buzzes. It’s Marla. I answer with a sigh. “Yes?”

  “Did you kidnap our daughter?”

  “She’s not our daughter, Marla,” I reply. “She’s your daughter. And yes I did.”

  “What? Why?”

  “You told me to control her,” I say as Rachel sets my coffee down on the table.

  “And so you create a hostage situation?”

  Thankfully, Marla isn’t my real wife, and I don’t actually have to have this discussion like a real spouse. “You don’t like the way I handle things, don’t ask me to intervene next time. But for now, she’ll be staying with me. Away from the boys.”

  “Damon, wait—”

  I hang up and silence my phone. It’s important to stick to your guns, even when you’re not sure of yourself, which is how I’m feeling right now.

  Our daughter…

  That one got to me. She’s not my blood. I’m not a sick fucking bastard. A horny monster who doesn’t mind breaking a few societal standards? Sure. But I’m not sick.

  And I don’t know if keeping Lily with me is the right thing to do, but I’m damn sure I won’t be letting her go back to social media and dating apps and guys who only want to take advantage of her and toss her aside like a used condom they won’t even bother using.

  “Here you are, Mr. Ramone.” Rachel smiles as she sets my toast down in front of me. I see she’s added her customer smiley face in jelly on the plate.

  “Let me ask you something, Rachel. And this is just a hypothetical, but if you were in love with a guy, but you knew that him getting involved with you would be bad for him, would you pursue him? Or would you make the right decision and push him away?”

  Rachel, who is the pinnacle of sweet, working-class women in America, bites her lip as she looks up and ponders at the ceiling. “Well, gosh! That’s a good question. How hot is he on a one-to-ten scale?”

  “A ten,” I chuckle, which causes Rachel to blow her cheeks out and put a hand on her hip.

  “Then nope,” she laughs. “I’d ruin that poor bastard’s life!”

  I laugh, not because what Rachel’s said is funny, but because it’s cruelly true as well. I am considering ruining Lily’s life by keeping her with me. Lord knows she needs me to protect her from those boys she has no idea about. I would have thought Marla could have handled things, but I guess not.

  Every girl needs a daddy…

  As Rachel walks back to the kitchen, a realization hits me.

  Love…I said love.

  “Jesus.”
I hang my head and call upon all my strength. I really am losing control. Thinking of making an 18-year-old-girl a mob boss’ girl? His wife? Marla knew the risks when she married me, and she was never as innocent as her daughter. Bringing Lily into this would be a sin I could never escape.

  I’d leave the life for her if I could. But not even I could do that.

  I’ve been an unwilling FBI informant for years now. One of my men got caught on a job and gave me up. I thought I was finished, but this real prick, Agent Chris Thompson, gave me a choice. Die in prison or give up my competitors.

  Well, that’s no kind of choice at all. I’m no rat, but those boys had never done shit for me, so I gave up the big boys. The feds let me take over their territory so long as I gave them a percentage. A hefty percentage. I could handle that, but there was an addendum; I was never allowed to leave.

  Having one criminal enterprise to look out for makes the Fed’s lives easier, and why get rid of a good earner? They’d rather have me running things than a bunch of guys they don’t know. Chris told me that if I ever even tried to retire, he’d see me behind bars.

  Sometimes I wonder who’s the greater criminal, him or me.

  The chimes at the door ring, and I look up, realizing I may be about to get my answer.

  “Scar, ol’ buddy!” Agent Chris Thompson grins as he comes over and takes a seat in front of me, a couple of his boys waiting by the door. “How the hell are ya?”

  6

  Lily

  Damon didn’t come home last night, and it’s because of me.

  He thinks he doesn’t deserve me, and I don’t even know how to process that, because that’s exactly how I feel about him.

  I’m just a naïve eighteen-year-old girl who’s never had sex, and aside from last night, had never even kissed a man. Meanwhile, Damon is a worldly stud who’s probably had thousands of girls. All I would do is disappoint him. He should be pushing me away because he doesn’t want me. Not because he’s afraid of bringing me into his life.