His Dark Discipline

by Rose, Jenna

  If I close my eyes, I can still feel the sting on my ass from where he spanked me. God, that was amazing. There must be something wrong with me, but even if there is, I don’t care. I’d give anything to be bent over his knees again while he punished me and told me just how bad of a girl I am.

  Without my phone, there’s not much to do in my cell-like bedroom, so I go to the door and try the knob. I half expect it to be locked, but instead, I find a clothing rack filled with shirts, sweaters and jackets, and several boxes of skirts, dresses and even lingerie…

  An odd gift from a man who supposedly is trying to keep his hands off me. “I’m surprised it isn’t something the Amish would wear.”

  I’m about to leave the gifts behind and head downstairs to explore the house when an idea springs into my mind – a devious, naughty idea that causes the corner of my lips to curl into a devilish smile.

  Ignoring the practical clothes, I take the box of lingerie into the bedroom and pick out one of them. Sea-foam blue, a bra with matching panties that are almost see-through, along with a pair of stockings and a garter belt to complete the outfit. As I put it on, I almost feel like a Victoria’s Secret model.

  “There we go.” I smile, smacking my lips as I examine myself in the mirror. This wasn’t what Damon had in mind when he bought it, I’m sure.

  Two of his men are standing by the front door when I come downstairs. One of them manages to keep a straight face, but the other practically licks his lips before his buddy gives him a warning elbow in the ribs.

  “Boss says you’re not allowed outside the house.” He coughs.

  “Oh, I know,” I reply in the girliest voice I can manage. I also sort of bounce on the balls of my feet, doing my best to make all my bouncy parts bounce. “And I would never try to escape with you two big, strong, handsome men standing guard. That would just be silly!”

  “We, uh – we’re sorry, miss,” he stammers, trying and failing to keep his eyes above chest-level.

  “No, it’s fine! I’m sure you’re just as bored as I am. Maybe we can end up being friends and entertaining each other!”

  This time, I really ham it up; I lean right in and pet the man on his strong chest. He practically blushes and takes a step back, hiding his embarrassment with a smile. The other man manages to keep it together, so I throw a wink his way as I turn and skip off in the direction of the kitchen.

  Truthfully, I’m embarrassed as all hell. I’ve never worn anything like this in my life, and I know they’re both staring at my bouncing booty, but this isn’t just me attention-whoring for the fun of it; this is for a greater purpose. And unless I’ve completely misjudged Damon as a man, it will work.

  I spend the rest of the day milking every ounce of femininity I have. I go full-throttle-thot-mode prancing around in my lingerie for all of Damon’s men to see. I bend over counters, giving them a full view of the front and back. I ask for help reaching things on high shelves. I get one of them to help me move my clothes into the bedroom. I even invite one of them to watch TV with me in the enormous entertainment room.

  “I-that wouldn’t be appropriate,” he told me. “I’m working.”

  I expected as much, but it doesn’t change anything. All that matters is that the news gets back to Damon that his little captive woman, who he refuses to have anything to do with, has been walking around half-naked in the lingerie he bought for her.

  Is it manipulative? Yes.

  Childish? Maybe.

  Do I care? Not at all.

  If Damon is going to kidnap me, kiss me, make me come, then tell me we’re not allowed to be together, then nothing’s off the table. I used boys to get his attention once, and now I’ll do it again, only with men.

  I’m practically twitching with anticipation as I lie on the couch in wait. When I hear the sound of the front door opening, I twist my body into the most seductive shape I can manage, with one leg crossed over the other to emphasize my hips and my arms crossed beneath my breasts for maximum cleavage.

  I can hear him talking with his men, who are no doubt filling him in on what went on in the house today. When I hear the sound of his shoes growing closer, my heart rate rises.

  Here he comes…

  Pretending not to notice, I turn my head back to the TV, and just as the door opens, glance up as though I wasn’t expecting him.

  “Oh, hello.”

  Damon’s eyes are hooded and dark, and he looks at me in the way I’d imagine he looks at his enemies before something terrible happens. But nothing terrible is going to happen to me. But will he punish me?

  God, I hope so.

  “What is this?” he growls.

  “’Love and Restraint.’” I shrug. “Some reality show about four swinger-couples on an island who—”

  “Not that!” he roars, pointing at me. “This!”

  I glance down at my lingerie like I have no idea what he is talking about, then smile innocently up at him. “You left them outside of my door. I thought they were for me.”

  “They are for you,” he replies. “But—”

  It’s working, I think, fighting every urge I have to smile up at him in defiance. I’ve gone full bad-girl on my stepdad, and I am loving it.

  “But what?” I ask casually, as though we were discussing the weather. “You don’t want anything to do with me, right? So I figured you wanted me to put on a show for your men.”

  If life were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of Damon’s head right now. He tilts his chin down and examines me with something like murderous intent. But I’m not scared. I’m brimming with anticipation. My whole body is buzzing as I wait for his next move.

  But to my surprise, his next move is to turn around and walk out of the room.

  “Hey!” I shout, leaping off the couch. By the time I get to the door, he’s already halfway up the stairs. “Where are you going!?”

  But all I’m doing is talking to his back. Damon keeps moving, so I keep moving after him.

  “So, I’ll just keep wearing this, then? And the rest of them? I’m sure everyone else will enjoy the show – even if you don’t!”

  This is so unlike me. I may have a tendency to be a little bratty and enjoy provoking Damon, but this is something new altogether. I stomp after him as he strides quickly toward his bedroom, fists clenched firmly at his sides.

  “Fine!” I shout as he starts to close the door behind him. “Maybe I’ll just wear nothing at all!”

  With less than an inch of space left between the door and the wall, I glare at Damon and slide out of my bra straps, letting the whole thing fall to my waist. Then, without hesitation, I slip out of my panties and kick them aside.

  His eyes, hooded and blazing like a wolf’s in the darkness, stare out at me, watching as I strip out of the garter belt and stockings and toss them aside with the rest of the outfit. Then, standing there as naked as the day I was born, I glare back at him, overflowing with defiance.

  The tension is so high I can practically feel it. The house has become a pressure capsule – a powder keg ready to burst at any second. But as I stare at Damon, aware of every naked inch of my body, he simply stares back at me, cold and unflinching, like the statue of a man carved out of a glacier.

  As I realize he’s not going to do make a move on me, a wave of embarrassment sets in. The buzzing in my body turns to uncomfortable tingling as I start to feel like a complete fool and utter idiot.

  What was I expecting? To weaken the resolve of the most hardened criminal in the entire city? I can’t even imagine the kind of things he has had to deal with in his life, from cops to other criminals, to women much more devious and cleverer than me. How could I possibly think that dancing around like a girl with a brand new TikTok account would do anything other than make me look ridiculous?

  “Fine,” I mutter to myself as I scoop my fallen outfit from the floor. “I’m sorry, Dad. I’ll go back to my room now.”

  It takes all my strength to simply put one foot in front of the o
ther as I do the world’s greatest walk of shame down the hallway to my room. I pass the rest of the clothes stacked outside and just go in. None of it means anything to me anyway.

  The only thing that mattered to me at all in my life was Damon. And if there was any doubt about whether or not anything could ever possibly happen between us, it’s gone now.

  I know the answer.

  He doesn’t want me. He never will.

  And I was an idiot for thinking otherwise.

  I turn to close the door behind me, but it jams on something. I open it again to see what it is and find myself staring into the fierce eyes of Damon, who has his foot in the way. Before I can open my mouth to speak, he crushes his lips against mine, wraps his heavy arms around my waist, and lifts me into the air.

  The last thing I’m aware of before I’m thrown down onto the bed beneath him is the sound of the door closing and latching behind us.

  7

  Lily

  This pleasure is the worst kind of pleasure—a pleasure that I can feel taking me over with every second. His touch is like fire. His passion is overwhelming, and the way things are going as he kisses me and caresses my body with his rough hands, I might just explode.

  Yes, there literally may no longer be a Lily Ramone if Damon keeps this up.

  My muscles are aching for more of his touch. My breasts are heaving with each breath I manage to take, and my nipples are so hard they almost hurt. Somehow, I managed to break him. I don’t know which part of my “master plan” finally did it, and I don’t care.

  Every single second of his lips against mine is heaven.

  I’m acutely aware of my nakedness as he presses his clothed body against mine. His soft shirt does nothing to disguise the hard, sculpted muscles underneath, and the fabric of his pants can barely contain his erection that I can feel growing against my thighs, pumping full of blood as he touches my body as though it belongs to him.

  And it does. Oh, it fucking does.

  It’s so wrong that it’s righter than right. My gorgeous stepdad has finally realized that I’m not his real daughter and I’m not a weak little doll that needs protection. I’m a real woman, and it’s time for him to make me one.

  His barrel chest expands as he breaks our embrace and takes a deep breath. His lustful eyes bore holes in my being as he sees right through me. It’s impossible for either of us to deny it now.

  “This is happening…” I whisper, almost as confirmation to myself as I look up at him.

  “It’s what you wanted,” Damon growls back. “Isn’t it?”

  “Y-yes, Daddy…”

  The words pour from my lips like golden honey. I writhe on the bed beneath him as he rises up on his knees and grips his shirt. Buttons spray as he tears it off with ease and tosses it aside. I gasp as moisture pours between my thighs, making me acutely aware of my sex and arousal and just how desperate I am for him to take me.

  Thick, banded muscles flex and expand as Damon moves his hands to his belt buckle. With a swift motion, he slides it off and then tugs his fly down. My heart leaps, and I take a breath, preparing myself for what must be coming next, but to my surprise, Damon stops and looks at me.

  “Your turn,” he tells me.

  “I-I’m already naked, Daddy…”

  “That’s not what I mean.” He smiles, taking my wrist in his hand. “Take it out. See what I have in store for you.”

  My virginity rears its ugly head like a fire-breathing minotaur as I reach into his pants and feel, for real, what Damon has in store for me.

  With great difficulty, I pull out what must be the world’s biggest cock. I’ve seen it once before, but seeing it up close is an entirely different story. Like basically every girl alive, I’ve seen porn before, and I’m absolutely positive that if Damon wanted to get into the industry, he’d put every other male performer out of business on his first day.

  “My God…” I’m not even embarrassed by my admission of amazement. If I even tried to play it cool, he would know I was lying. There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s packing.

  His manhood throbs between my fingers. I can’t even get them around his girth, and I feel a hint of hesitation between my legs as I wonder if I can really go through with what I just got myself into.

  I thought I had an idea about what this would be like, but I never expected this.

  “See what you do to me?” Damon purrs, his voice setting my soul on fire. “Just thinking about you gets me hard, sweet thing. I’ve been dreaming about your body since the day I left you. It’s been absolute torture being without you.”

  It’s like a firework goes off all around me, encompassing my being in the brightest, twinkling lights.

  “Really, Daddy?” My voice is barely a whimper. Damon’s fierce eyes blaze as he takes me by the wrist and shows me how to stroke him.

  “There’s your proof, princess.” Something slick and wet spills from the tip of his cock and into my hand.

  “What-what is it?” I ask.

  “Pre-cum, princess.”

  “P-pre-cum? What is that?”

  Damon smiles, and I almost feel silly for a moment, but he moves right in and kisses me. Then he whispers into my mouth, “It helps get my cock nice and slick so it can slide into you easily. But then again, we don’t really need that right now, do we? You’re already wet enough.”

  With all the skill of a pianist, Damon slides two fingers between my legs and finds my slit. I gasp as he touches me somewhere no one has ever touched me before. The burst of sensation is beyond anything I could have imagined – far beyond anything I’ve ever felt when touching myself.

  I melt in full submission.

  I’m at my stepdad’s mercy, ready and willing to do anything he asks. Like his little sex doll. A toy to be used for his pleasure. And that’s all I want to do…

  …please him.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I coo as he spreads me gently with his fingertips. As he applies pressure and begins to enter me, an immense shudder shakes me to my core.

  “That’s right,” Damon whispers. “Daddy. You love it, don’t you? This is what you’ve wanted, and you’ve known I wanted it too. And now you’re going to have it, princess. I’m going to pop your little cherry and make you mine forever.”

  A moan is all I can manage to respond with as Damon forces his two fingers inside me.

  There’s a stab of pain as he stretches me, but it’s instantly gone and replaced by a warm, glowing pleasure. He’s barely gotten started with me, and it’s even better than I could ever have imagined.

  My daddy. A man who I know can protect me from anything. With strength unparalleled. He may think he is a monster, but he’s a prince to me. A lover. A protector. And as he slides his fingers up, slick with my arousal, and applies just the right amount of pleasure to that sweet spot that drives me crazy, all I can do is cry out.

  “Daddy!”

  My orgasm crashes into me without warning. All the pent-up desire and tension that’s been between us since that day he saw me in the shower explodes with such power that I’m rocked to my foundations.

  It’s not just the pleasure – pleasure I can barely handle. It’s the connection between us, solidifying and expressed by something so personal and intimate that I could only share it with him.

  My muscles pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat, which pulses in rhythm with my climax. I feel it in my ears, my fingertips and toes. Damon leans close, breathes a warm breath into my ear, and purrs, “That’s it, princess. Come for me. I fucking love it.”

  Like gasoline thrown onto an already roaring fire, I shoot higher into the sky like a rocket on its way to Mars. I throw my legs around his strong waist and hold on for dear life, my body twitching like I’m having a fit.

  “D-d-daddy,” I manage to stammer before the last wave of ecstasy hits me like a slap in the face and knocks me back onto the bed.

  “Goddamn,” Damon mutters as I gasp for breath. “You’re the sexiest fucking girl I’ve ever
seen, Lily. And now it’s time to make you a woman.”

  My eyes flutter as they open and take a moment to focus, but when they do, I see Damon standing over me, naked, his cock standing straight out like a victory flag. Without even thinking, without having to be told, I part my legs eagerly and ready myself for what will surely be the greatest moment of my life.

  “I’m yours,” I whisper. “I’ve always been yours, Daddy.”

  Damon grins as he leans over me, supporting himself with his thick, rippling arms. “You’re goddamn right. Now take a deep breath and take this cock.”

  8

  Lily

  Damon’s sharp jaw presses against my neck as he kisses me just below the ear, sending a spark through my body. As I look up at him, I briefly wonder what my mother would think or say if she saw this happening right now.

  But then I smile as I realize I don’t care.

  Damon doesn’t belong to her; he’s just her business partner. He’s mine. My daddy. My lover. My protector.

  My man, and I’m proud of it.

  I’m a virgin. Damon’s cock is the first and only cock I’ve ever seen. I’ve never considered myself kinky or an exhibitionist or anything like that, but if Damon wanted to claim me in front of the whole entire world, I would let him.

  That’s how much I want everyone to know I belong to him.

  My eyes scour every inch of his chiseled body as I move down from his chest to his abs to his cock. It’s so swollen. So thick – like it’s going to burst. And as he moves his hips forward and it gets closer, I wonder how in the world it’s ever going to fit.

  But Damon reads my mind. “Don’t worry, princess. You’re built for this cock, and you will take it. It will stretch you. It will hurt you, but only for a second. And then you’ll be begging me to fuck you harder.”

  Oh my God!

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

  Damon is right. It does hurt when he enters me, but only for a second. The brief tinge of pain is washed away by a golden wave of the most intense pleasure.