Page 8 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“The red collar around your neck says differently.” He felt a tremor race along her body at the sound of finality in his voice. It was becoming a challenge to keep her in place and avoid the sharp spikes of the ridiculous stilettos she wore.

“No! It’s a lie. I’m not a masochist!”

“A lie? Are you saying we misunderstood the stipulations on your application, sub?” Kaden couldn’t remember when he last had had so much fun upon first meeting a submissive.

“Let me go!”

“I asked you a question,” he growled in a guttural voice. She might be trembling in fear but that didn’t mean he was going to let her off the hook. She had played with fire and now the consequences were hers to suffer.

“No, you didn’t. I’m the one who lied. There. I admit it. I. Lied. Now let me go. You’re not whipping me with that fucking spiky crop. I’m NOT a masochist!”

“I got the message, Patty Cakes. Now, be quiet and listen well, so you get mine.” He tightened his hold around her waist. “Stop kicking or you’re going to make your punishment twice as bad.”

“I c-can’t breathe!”

“Stop struggling, and you’ll breathe just fine.”

Her sharp glare, whipped in his face like a rapier, only succeeded in further spiking his growing libido.

“Ah, I see I have a fiery brat on my hands,” he said, beaming a bright smile at her as she continued to squirm. This little subbie presented the kind of challenge that he had been searching for. The way she acted underscored Zee’s belief that she was a newbie to the BDSM lifestyle.

The Daddy inside him stirred to life. Maybe Zee’s calculation wasn’t far off the mark. He would love nothing more than to cut this rough diamond to shine in the pleasures this lifestyle offered… as her Daddy Dom.

“Now, I want you to behave. We are going to go to my office for a little honest conversation.”

“I can walk,” she protested as he pushed open the dungeon’s heavy wooden door and headed toward the stairs, still carrying her in front of him like a captured trophy.

“Since I don’t trust you not to bolt toward the exit the moment I release you, you’ll have to excuse me for having to hold on to your luscious form.” With that said, another involuntary smile, gleaming with white teeth, blinded her.

“You are not excused! Oww!” With eyes wide, she shot a hurt look at him over her shoulder while rubbing a scorched thigh where he had planted two hard slaps in response to her bratty remark.

“You smacked me!”

“Yes, I did. And believe me, unless you start behaving, there will be a lot more where that one came from.”

Ignoring the unintelligible mumbling that followed, he walked into his office, and closed the door behind them before lowering her feet to the floor.

“Please, sit down.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” she chirped in a snippy voice. “These heels are killing me.”

“Not there.” His deep voice intercepted her enroute to the visitor’s chair at his desk. Her eyes followed the red crop in his hand pointing toward the round leather ottoman in one corner in front of the window overlooking the club. “Over there, on your knees, and then sit back on your heels with your hands clasped behind your back.”

“You’re not serious.”

“You’re on my turf now, my pet. I suggest you start paying attention and do as you’re told.”

Kaden suppressed a smile as she huffed and scowled at the ottoman as if it was the most offending piece of furniture she’d ever come across.

“Do you require my assistance?”

The speed with which she kneeled on the pedestal would have been insulting if he wasn’t so thick-skinned. Clearly little Miss Patty Cakes wanted to avoid any further contact with him. The incandescent glow of his eyes was a result of homing in on the two red marks on her thigh where he had slapped her. He was reminded of how delicious her skin felt under his slap by the sudden pulse of warm blood that slammed into the taut knob of his cock.

“Why are you here, Patty Cakes?”

“Really? That’s the question you want to lead with?”

That she even had the audacity to respond in such a disrespectful manner was the final proof he needed. Miss Patty Cakes had never been dominated before, or rather, no one had ever unshackled the natural submissive in her yearning to be released. Unconsciously, yes, the signs were all there in her eyes. Whoever she really was, she was aching for someone to take control.

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