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“Blame it on my post-war, PTSD, un-medicated brain,” I mock.

“Are we fighting?” she asks.

“Depends on your response to my requests. Would you like to fight, Nine?”

She stands in front of me, arms crossed, eying my bare arms and chest briefly. Her eyes drop down to my meat print. She bites her bottom lip just long enough for me to notice. I motion with two fingers for her to come to me. She doesn’t budge. Instead, she switches gears, shakes her head ‘no’ and glares at me. A frustrated exhale escapes my lips. If she won’t come to me willingly, it’s my pleasure to assist her. I attempt to stand up. She moves forward, takes her foot and gently kicks me back down into a sitting position on the bed.

“If strange dicks in our house are your concern, I can assure you, this is the only one I want.” She reaches down, grabs my cock and gently massages it through the shorts. “This right here is the only one I need.”

I swiftly stand up, grab her arm, spin her around and turn her back to me. My right arm wraps around her shoulder and pins her arms to her chest.

“You think I’m worried about you chasing strange dick? I’m worried about perverse dick chasing you?” I whisper, while slowly licking the side of her neck. “You need to be careful. There’s a lot of wolves out here, little red riding hood,”

“All I heard was the word perverse,” she breathes out.

She pushes her ass into me and lets her head fall back against my chest.

“Don’t tempt me,” I growl.

“Why not? I like a big bad wolf,” she says, as she grinds her ass against my cock.

I bend her over the bed, face down, ass up, and loosen the pants she has on, letting them drop to the floor.

“You don’t listen. When I say no men in this house, I mean, no men in this house. I think you need a punishment,” I pause. “Now, beg Daddy for it.”

“Please,” she moans into the blanket.

I give her ass a good swat. She cries out in pleasure. “Again!” I demand.

“Please.”

I swat her ass harder. She groans while clutching the blanket.

“Again!” I say, as I slowly run my hand down her spine.

“Please,” she begs.

Her body tenses up, ready for it. I lick my hand, haul back, and smack her ass. The sting radiates from my palm down to my fingertips. She cries out again and arches her back. Her ass cheek turns a bright pink, which makes my dick tingle.

“Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes,” she groans out.

“Perfect, because if I find you alone with another man in this house, I’ll slice his throat in the kitchen sink and fuck you right there on the floor next to his body just to prove a point.”

She pushes her ass back and grinds against my hard cock. She attempts to reach back but I grab her arm and bend it behind her, pinning her there.

“Are you going to honor my requests or are we going to have a problem?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Yes, what?” I growl into her ear.

“Yes, sir!”

“Good girl. Now come ride this dick.”

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