Page 10 of Daddy's Rules

Chapter Three

Jordan

“Sit,” Mr. Smith, or rather, Owen, says and points to the chair on the opposite side of his big mahogany desk. I swallow hard, my knees trembling. I look away from his eyes that make my cheeks flame.

“Jordan, did you hear me?” His hand rubs his chin as his words pull my eyes back to his.

“Y-yes,” I answer and sit, well, more like plop into the chair as my knees give out. My stomach is churning and I itch to run. I only thought I was embarrassed before, now I’m mortified. All the intimate conversations I’ve had with Mr. Smith have actually been with Owen Holloway. Owen who’s known me since I was just an out of control nineteen-year-old. Owen who probably still sees me that way.

Owen Holloway, the one man I’ve been lusting for... who I’ve fantasized about dominating and spanking me for years. Oh. My. God.

Will he still spank me? What if I get wet like I do in my fantasies? Will he know? I start to breathe in and out in a gasping fashion. For a second I think Owen is as unsure as I am, but then I see an expression I recognize. Conviction. He’s in control of the situation.

He crouches in front of me, his hands warm on my knees. “Slow your breathing.” He shows me with his own sure steady breaths. I nod and can’t help but breathe along with him. In and out. Deep and slow. When I do, he gives the slightest nod of approval. “Good girl,” he murmurs. Warmth fills my chest at the small approval, and I swallow hard to mask it.

After several minutes he rises and begins to pace. “Jordan, I’m not sure where we go from here.” He presses his lips and narrows his eyes as if deep in thought. “On one hand, we both know you need this.” He stops to look at me, placing his hands on his hips. “But on the other, it’s inappropriate considering our relationship.”

Suddenly I’m not worried about him disciplining me, but afraid he won’t. And not because I’m hot for him either. I’m rapidly overwhelmed by the possibility of being on my own in this again. It took so much courage to contact him. I had so much hope. And now, the thought of starting over terrifies me.

I can’t fail.

“Please,” I say and choke on emotions I can’t keep down. “Please, don’t turn me away.” I lower my face into my hands and breathe through my fingers to stop the threatening tears. “You’re all I have. I can’t do this on my own. Not now. Not anymore.” I hear him gather a breath.

“Calm down, Jordan.”

I look up tentatively to see him sit back in his chair. His arms are crossed now and his expression thoughtful.

“It’s a moral dilemma,” he says after a few minutes of silence. I shove the quickly rising panic down and speak with a sure voice. I need this, and I have to convince him I need it from him.

“Isn’t it better you watch over me than a stranger? I know I’m safe with you, Owen. And you know me.” I breathe out. “I need guidance and protection from my own reckless nature and at first seeing you were Mr. Smith scared me, but truthfully, Owen, it’s the best scenario I could have asked for. You actually care about me.” My voice cracks at the end. He does, doesn’t he?

He leans forward and puts his elbows on his desk, his eyes reading mine. I stop breathing as his lips part to speak. A mantra of please let him say yes repeats in my head.

“You’ll call me Mr. Smith and I’ll call you Miss Jones.”

My heart sinks. He wants to remain detached because he doesn’t feel anything for me. I push my disappointment away, though. He’s considering giving me what I so desperately need, and isn’t that why I’m here?

“There will be no bringing our personal relationship into this office. I will guide you and give you the structure you need. But know this, young lady...” He pierces me with a serious look that dampens my panties.

“I will not go easy on you. In fact, you can expect me to be harder on you. I know the stakes, Jordan.” He opens his drawer and removes a leather strap. I swallow hard and the butterflies from earlier flutter wildly inside me. “And I do care. A lot.” He pauses again and I think he’s about to say something else, but instead he exhales, rubs a hand across his forehead, and picks up the strap.

“You won’t fail, Jordan. Not with me.” He lets the strap thwack off his hand and looks at me so sternly my middle quivers and my pussy pulses. “Stand.”

“O-okay,” I say and tug my skirt down as I rise.

Is he going to spank me now? My breath catches and even though I’m afraid of the wicked leather in his hand, my body is primed for this. The fantasies I’ve had for so long are playing into this. Me accountable to Owen.

Owen’s naughty little girl.

“Do I have your attention, Miss Jones? I know you have trouble with a wandering mind.” I nod and he swats the strap across his desktop, causing a squeak to escape my lips. My thighs clench together and I feel how wet I am. “You’ll address me properly.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now I want you to stand right there at the front of my desk and tell me why you’re here.” This is so wrong, yet all I want is to feel his hands on me. Am I here for discipline, or because I want to jump Owen Holloway?

I lick my lips and somehow manage to obey. My hands folded in front of me, I choke out the words, “For punishment.”

He sets the strap on the desk and wanders behind me. It makes me so nervous I shift from foot to foot. When his hand touches my shoulder I shiver, his touch electric. He leans closer to me.

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