His Dark Discipline

by Rose, Jenna

  A bond is forged between us as he presses inside without hesitation. He’s not waiting, but he’s not rushing me; he’s going at exactly the right speed, and all I can think of as my jaw hangs open is one single word:

  Perfect.

  “Christ, baby, there’s no fucking doubt that you’re a virgin,” Damon growls as half his cock disappears inside me. I still can’t believe it’s happening. “That’s the sweetest, tightest pussy I’ve ever felt, and you’ve already got me ready to come.”

  “Yeah, Daddy?”

  More.

  I want to hear more.

  Damon nods and stops for a second. “Fuck, I might have to come just so I can fuck you harder, baby.”

  “You-you can do that, Daddy?”

  I may not have had sex, but it’s pretty well known that men don’t have multiple orgasms like women do. I’ve heard plenty of people joke that sex is done when the man is done. But Damon is talking about it like that’s not the case. Like he could go once and then go again…

  “For you, princess? I can do anything.”

  Damon’s hips buck forward, giving me his whole cock. An explosion of sensation overwhelms my nerves, and I cry out again as he bottoms out inside of me, claiming me and making me his.

  Then, with a grunt, Damon’s body goes stiff and presses down against me.

  There’s another explosion – a flood of hot, sticky warmth that ignites a feral, animalistic sensation in my mind.

  Breeding…he’s breeding me.

  “Fuck,” I groan as his cock pumps his hot seed into me. I wrap my legs around him again, pulling him closer as my mouth opens to accept his kiss. This is what it’s like to be used and abused in the best way possible. Damon’s prowess is undeniable, and when it’s finally all over and he slows his strokes and presses his full weight on top of me, I’m smiling like a little girl.

  “Motherfucker,” he grunts as he begins to slowly run his fingers through my hair. “I haven’t come that fast since I was younger than you are now.”

  “I love it, Daddy,” I whisper, running my lips across his neck. I taste his sweat, slightly salty on my tongue, and further lose myself in our primitive act. I want to taste him, smell him, take his mess between my legs.

  I want him to ruin me.

  “God, baby, you drive me crazy. You took my whole cock and my load. You know what that means?” He pulls back and flashes his eyes at me, accompanied by a grin that gives me butterflies. “You’re mine now.”

  “Of course I am,” I whisper back. “I always have been. You just didn’t want to believe it.”

  “Well, I do now,” Damon replies. “And now you’re really going to get it.”

  The first slam jolts me. The second makes my eyes water.

  The third makes me come again.

  “Damon!” I cry out as another orgasm catches me off guard. My womanhood clenches down, and my body begins to seize. I expect Damon to stop and wait, give me time – but he doesn’t. In fact, he ramps up.

  He slams into me, driving his cock in and out like a piston, causing his cum to overflow and spill out of me, running down my thighs, my ass, and onto the bed below as I shudder and quake, enraptured and ensnared by his prowess and vigor.

  Each wave of my climax is more intense than the last. Finally, I throw my arms around his neck and cry out, losing myself completely. Seconds go by – God, it could be minutes for all I know. I have no concept of time. All I know is the pleasure. The pure physical sensations that have me trying to remember my own name.

  “Hey, hey,” Damon whispers as he gently slaps me on the cheek. My eyes open, and I swallow hard as he comes back into focus. “Come back, princess. Come back to me.”

  “Shit,” I gasp. “I…I…”

  “I know, baby,” he growls as he moves slowly inside me, grinding his hips like a dancer. “That’s how it’s going to be with me when I fuck you.”

  “Every time?” I whimper.

  “Every goddamn time.”

  Daddy…

  Our lips meet, and our tongues slide against each other. Damon fucks me with more than just a physical attraction. There’s something much deeper happening between us, and I’m powerless to stop it.

  Not that I would ever want to.

  Damon’s strong hands slide beneath me and cup my ass. The new angle causes my eyes to go wide, and when I feel his balls slap against my asshole, a fierce vigor consumes me.

  I want more.

  I want to be bad. Naughty for my daddy.

  As hard as it is to do, I wriggle back and slide off his cock and watch as his cum spills out of me. He looks at me perplexed for just a moment, but like a bad girl who has done it many times before, I spin around and get on my knees before him. Doggy style.

  “Christ, you sexy little bitch, where did you learn how to do that?” I smile as Damon spanks me, the hot sting a reminder of his dominance.

  “Just for you, Daddy…”

  I press back against him as he seizes my hips with his rough hands. When he enters me, I moan long and deep, feeling every one of his amazing inches. There’s a fresh stretch as he explores with his cock, finding new spots that excite me more.

  This is it, I think as he begins to fuck me. There’s a dirty, slapping sound every time our bodies collide, and instead of feeling shy or uncomfortable, I feel as though I’m easing into a role I was born to play.

  My daddy’s little fuck toy.

  “Your pussy is perfect,” Damon pants, tightening his grip on my waist. “So fucking perfect. I can’t believe you are mine, baby.”

  “I’m so fucking yours,” I moan back. “Your cock is huge, Daddy. So fucking big.”

  “You love it, don’t you?”

  “God, I love it,” I whimper, my eyes rolling back in my head. But then Damon does something I don’t expect. Instead of fucking me harder, he snatches a fistful of my hair and pulls, forcing me to arch my back.

  He turns my face so I’m looking at him and brings his eyes to mine.

  “And I love you.”

  9

  Damon

  I never thought I would say those words.

  I never thought I would be capable of doing so.

  A monster like me? A criminal? Never. But I just did, and I feel like a better man because of it.

  But there’s a tenseness in my chest as I stare into my princess’ eyes. She hasn’t answered yet. Will she?

  She sees my scar. She knows the kind of man I am – the monster this life made me into.

  I see a life together with her now. One with her by my side and nothing to stop me. But a life that is fit for her. Not a life of crime and darkness, decadence and depravity. A life I’ve made steps already to provide for her. But will she take it?

  Will she answer me?

  “I…” I hang on her every word. Her open lips, the soft look in her eyes that could mean anything.

  Please, I think, feeling vulnerable for the first time since I can remember. Tell me what I need to hear.

  “I love you too, Daddy.”

  Her words cascade over me like a warm rain, bathing me in relief and bliss. Closing my eyes, I crush my lips against hers in the deepest kiss I’ve ever given. I hold it there, our bodies entwined, her womanhood clenched down on my manhood until I’ve processed the reality of what just happened.

  I won’t be a monster anymore.

  I’ll change for her.

  No.

  She changed me.

  I collapse on top of her, pressing her prone on the bed beneath me. Her soft skin and firm, teenage body are like drugs to me. I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her scent. My cock is a throbbing bar of heat between my legs, stretching the walls of her virgin hole.

  My hole.

  “You belong to me,” I tell her, panting like a dog as I thrust inside her. “Whose pussy is this?”

  “You-yours,” Lily stammers.

  “Whose is it?” I ask her again, slamming down on her with everything I’ve got.


  “Yours!” she cries out. I bite my lip and spank her hard on the ass, squeezing the firm flesh between my fingers.

  “You’re goddamn right.”

  With renewed vigor, I pound her hard. Her tight pussy clenches down on me with every thrust, and I know I’m fucking her toward another orgasm, and I’m fucking proud of it.

  My guilt is gone.

  Marla is not my wife any more than my men are my friends. Lily is my stepdaughter, and now that I’ve taken steps to get us both out of this life, I don’t have to worry about corrupting her.

  All that matters is us.

  Love…

  I never would have expected it. Maybe I knew before, and that’s why I left the house – not because I was afraid of what I might do to her, but because I was afraid I would fall for her and never be able to leave.

  “Fuck me, Daddy…” Lily whispers from beneath me, and I wrap my arm around her throat and squeeze just gently enough to let her know she is mine.

  I may be the boss. I may be used to telling people what to do, but this is one time when I’m totally fine with taking orders.

  I do as I’m told. My hips buck forward with uncontainable lust. Lily whimpers as I bury my swollen inches inside of her, relishing every slick, wet, sliding sensation of heaven that surrounds my cock. I close my eyes and focus on feeling her, experiencing her totality as I bottom out inside her and feel myself lose control.

  “I’m coming, Daddy!” Lily cries out again, driving me over the edge.

  I spin off into the cosmos somewhere as my cock erupts again for the second time. Part of me wants to pull out and paint her face with my cum and show her how I truly own her, but my body just won’t listen. The urge to breed her is overpowering, and I unleash another load, even bigger than the last.

  Rope after rope sprays out of my crown as my cock throbs so hard it almost hurts. I wrap my teeth around her shoulder and fight the animalistic urge to bite down and mark her. My hands go tight, as tight as her pussy clenching down around my thickness, and my hips work on their own, bucking like a rodeo horse until finally the last warm pulse of my orgasm hits me, and I collapse on top of her.

  My stepdaughter.

  My princess.

  My love.

  “I might die,” I tease, gently licking the base of her ear. “Your pussy is fucking dangerous.”

  “Yeah, Daddy?”

  I grind gently inside her, gritting my teeth against the overpowering sensitivity. “I knew…” I manage to whisper. “From the moment I saw you, I knew that you were going to be mine. But I was scared, Lily. Scared to bring you into this life. Scared to corrupt you…turn you into a monster like me. But now I’ve figured out a way. We’re going to leave this life behind and—”

  A gunshot rings out downstairs.

  My heart leaps, and I’m on my feet in a flash. Lily scrambles to the corner of the room as I slide into my pants and crack open the door.

  Another gunshot – then gunfire. My men shooting back at whoever is insane enough to attack me on my turf.

  The look on Lily’s face when I glance back at her inflames a storm of fury within me like I’ve never known. I race to her side and clasp her face gently in my hands. “Don’t worry, my love. No one will touch you. I’ll make sure of that.”

  I try to go, but Lily grasps my wrist and shakes her head. “No, Daddy. Please, don’t leave me!”

  “I have to,” I reply as more gunfire rings out. “I have to protect you. And don’t worry about me, baby. These men, whoever they are, just made the stupidest decision of their lives.”

  Before she can reply, I swallow her lips in mine and kiss her with every ounce of love and passion I have to give. She is my woman now, and I’m never holding back again. All that’s left now is to smash the world and make it right for us – make it right for her.

  I break our embrace, and without looking back, I race out the door, a fire in my heart, and for the first time in my life, something real and worth protecting.

  Epilogue

  Lily

  Four years later…

  Standing on the deck as the sun rises and looking out at the gorgeous mountain landscape below is one of my favorite things to do. Especially knowing my husband is watching me…

  I’m wearing nothing more than one of his soft T-shirts, just like I used to do back at the old house when I was still a teenager. Only now I don’t have to steal them from him. Now I don’t get scolded for taking them.

  I get disciplined for other things…

  Feeling as though you belong to someone – being completely owned by them…it’s a feeling beyond compare, and it’s the feeling I wake up with and go to sleep with. I am the lawfully wedded wife of Damon “the Scar” Ramone, and whenever I remind myself of that fact, I can’t help but smile.

  Sure, he had to divorce my mom to marry me, but it wasn’t a real divorce.

  Hell, it wasn’t a real marriage to begin with. It was a business arrangement, and once my mom got over the shock of what was going on, and I managed to explain to her that it my love for Damon was more than just hormones – a girl-crush I would grow out of – she accepted it.

  It took some time, but she accepted it.

  I can’t imagine what normal people would say in a situation like this, but my life is far from normal.

  I thought I would end up a mafia wife like my mother (only with actual love), but that’s not what happened. As it turned out, Damon had plans to leave the life long before he met me but was being held back by corrupt agents in the FBI. When he told them he was going to leave the life to be with me – well, that’s when the shooting began.

  Literally.

  They hired men to come and kill him, but they didn’t hire wisely. They wounded two of his men, but that’s as far as they got. Damon incapacitated one and forced him to talk. He spilled the beans, and the story went viral. The FBI did some very public housecleaning and let Damon walk.

  Isn’t that strange? A criminal has to ask the United States government to allow him to go and be a law-abiding citizen again.

  But that’s what happened. He walked away from his entire empire, sold all of his assets in Philadelphia, and moved out to the country with me. We built the most spectacular home and settled down like a nice, normal couple.

  If I close my eyes now, I can still smell the flowers, the food, the cake…the way Damon smelled when he took me to our suite that night and made our marriage official—

  “Baby, what are you doing?” I turn around to see Damon leaning up in bed, smiling at me like he just caught me doing something silly. I frown and then realize I’ve been daydreaming and probably standing here staring out across the trees for several minutes.

  “Have you been watching me?” I ask, doing my best police officer impression.

  “Parts of you,” he replies with a devilish wink. I tilt my head and smirk as the butterflies fill my stomach.

  “Oh? And what parts would those be?” I ask as I take careful steps back into the bedroom, keeping my weight on the balls of my feet and swaying my hips as I move. A burst of excitement flows through me as I feel the familiar drip of warmth spilling down my thighs.

  Damon fucked me hard and rough last night. Even when I cried out to him that it was enough, that he was hurting me, he kept going. Which was the right thing to do, because I didn’t use my safe word.

  Punishment. That’s what he called it. I’d told him I’d be wearing the new lingerie he bought me when he came in from working out in the woods, but I was still finishing up in the shower. So I got spanked and then I got fucked.

  And I loved it.

  “Well, this would be a good starting place.” He grins, snatching my ass with one of his big, strong hands. He squeezes just hard enough to hurt a little and pulls my lips to his. But he doesn’t kiss me – not right away. First, he slides his other hand up my shirt and cups my breast. “And here too.”

  My husband is a god. He knows just how to handle me, and I can’t imagine mys
elf with anyone but him. He’s the only man I’ve ever wanted and the only man who I ever gave my body to. In Damon’s words, he’s “the only man worthy of me,” but it makes me blush to even think that.

  I know his cock is growing beneath the sheets and that in no time I’m going to be on my back with my legs spread or face down on the bed, pinned beneath his body as he takes me. My mouth waters at the thought of taking his thick, swollen inches between my lips and pleasing him. We still fuck like newlyweds. Or maybe even horny teenagers.

  Three times a day is our average – at least for sex. It would be more if I counted oral, which I love performing on him. And if he’s wearing his gray sweatpants around the house that show off every delicious line of the monster between his legs…well then it might be more.

  And Damon doesn’t hold out on me either.

  “I love tasting your pussy, baby…”

  That’s what he told me yesterday afternoon when he found me in the kitchen finishing up some dishes. The next thing I knew, I was bent over the sink with my skirt up around my thighs while Damon used his tongue on me like the master he is.

  “I’m sore from last night,” I whisper as he pulls me down onto his lap. Sure enough, I feel his hard cock press against my thighs.

  “Mmm, good,” he growls.

  “Good?” I laugh.

  “Then you’ll never forget who you belong to. Who made you that way.”

  He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes. “How could I ever forget that, Daddy?”

  His fingers slide between my legs and tug at my panties, but just as he brushes against the most sensitive spot on my body, I hear the sound of a tiny cry from the baby monitor.

  Simultaneously, we both sigh.

  “Shit,” I laugh.

  “Fuck,” he agrees.

  “The boy’s awake.” It takes a lot of willpower to climb off of my husband. I slide into a pair of sweatpants and head down the hall to Kyle’s room to find him sitting up in bed and wiping his eyes.