Page 13 of Daddy's Rules

As I say the words I realize how much control I’ve given him and it makes me feel so submissive a fiercer fire ignites inside me. Giving this man all the control is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

I pant, gaining my breath back, as he sets the strap in front of me. It’s blurry since my eyes are glassy, but if looks could kill that piece of leather would burst into flames. Is this seriously what I want? What I need? The chair scrapes the floor and gently touches the backs of my knees.

“Sit, Miss Jones.”

I reach for my panties and he grabs my hand; again it’s warm and firm. “No, you’ll be sitting on your bare, stinging bottom.” My stomach clenches as I obey. I’m sitting bare-assed in front of Owen, dripping wet, and I want to die.

He stares at me and I wipe my eyes again, noticing the softening of his. It’s Owen again, I’m sure. I’m happy he’s having trouble staying in his role. He shakes his head and slides a piece of paper in front of me. Mr. Professional’s back again.

“I want you to come up with the cost of your donation from the nonessential areas in this budget. Because while your father allotted money for clothes, social activities, and routine beauty needs—hair, nails, waxing, etcetera—they have now become unimportant. Food and condo fees come first.” He gathers a breath as I blink blankly at him.

“The whole amount?”

“Yes.”

“But...” I swallow the quickly growing lump in my throat. “That’s impossible.”

He folds his arms and stares at me for a full minute, making me squirm before he picks up one of those big sand hourglass things on his desk and flips it over. “You have half an hour, Miss Jones, or I’m going to stress the importance of this lesson once again on your backside.”

I stare at the paper, my eyes blurred. How am I ever going to come up with the money? After several checks of the nearly empty sand, my anxiety is through the roof but I finally figure out a plan.

“I’ll sell my car,” I blurt, looking at Owen who blinks up at me from his laptop screen.

“Pardon me?”

“I don’t need a BMW. I can trade it in for a Honda or something cheap. Hell, I can even take the bus.”

His slowly widening smile is contagious and the sparkle in his gorgeous blue eyes makes me giggle.

“I think you’ve come up with a very good plan, a thoughtful one. I believe you’ve learned your lesson today.” He stands and as I realize our time has come to an end my heart sinks.

“I’m proud of myself,” I say numbly.

“And you should be. Now you may stand up and right your clothing.” I watch him as he puts everything away and walks out of his office. I feel bereft, and I’m not sure why.

When he returns to the office I’m ready to launch myself into his arms, but before I can, he grabs me and holds me tight.

“You did so well, Jordy. I’m so proud of you. You were brave and smart coming up with a solution to fix your problem. It’s a realistic, fully doable plan.”

His arms are so tight around me, his voice full of pride and his chest so warm pressed against my breasts. My nipples tingle. Oh, God. I’m embarrassed but then something in me clicks and suddenly my lips find his mouth. Will he reject me?

My heart zings as his hands splay across my sore bottom. His mouth opens for me and my one-sided kiss wins a willing partner. There is a bulge in his pants and my pussy clenches at the thought of his cock inside me. I choose kissing him deeper and more thoroughly over air until I can no longer go without, and then gasp, drawing in much needed oxygen. I’m drunk on arousal. I need to show him how badly I want him. I drop to my knees then, grabbing his belt.

“Stop!” He stumbles back from me, his breathing as ragged and desperate as my own.

“Please, I want your hands on me, Owen.”

He swallows, his brows and mouth drawn down, guilt filling his eyes.

I’m still in this weird place and feeling things I’ve wanted to express for so long, but now that they’re out in the open and I see Owen close his eyes and tilt his head skyward, I’m horrified.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry.” I stand and turn to run but he grabs me and pulls me against him.

“No, baby, I’m the one that should be sorry.” He holds my head against his chest and pets my hair, rocking us. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have gone through with this.” He releases me. I’m frozen where he left me. I don’t know what to say or do as he taps at the keyboard of his laptop.

He scribbles something on a Post-It note and walks back to me. “Here.”

I take the green sticky paper but keep my eyes on his face. He looks sad and apologetic. “Here are some names of other disciplinarians I’ve heard good things about in the forums. You should still ask for references though.” He looks down. “It’s something you obviously need, Jordan. But we can’t do this again.”

With a furrowed brow, I shove his note in my pocket. My heart feels crushed. I can’t believe how close I came to having my dream come true and now I’m being rejected. And no dom who loved a woman would ever send her to another man. For the third time, my knees feel weak. And before I can make more of a fool of myself I spin and run from his office.

“Jordy! Stop!” But I don’t stop. I don’t want him to see me cry.

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