by Rose, Jenna
His Dark Discipline
Jenna Rose
Copyright © 2021 by Jenna Rose
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I’m a monster. It’s not just the scar on my face; it’s the ones on the inside. She doesn’t belong with a criminal like me. She’s an angel. Sweet, gorgeous, and innocent. So innocent. Oh, and she’s also my new wife’s daughter. I saw her bare, but it was an accident. I felt my resolve breaking and knew I had to get away from her.
But now her mother is asking me for help. Lily is misbehaving, talking to boys who don’t deserve her, and she needs my help to get her in line. But my lust for Lily is impossible to contain, and if I get close to her again, I may not be able to control myself…
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Contents
1. Damon
2. Damon
3. Lily
4. Lily
5. Damon
6. Lily
7. Lily
8. Lily
9. Damon
Epilogue
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1
Damon
I’m a monster.
It’s not just the scar on my face; it’s the ones on the inside. It’s the life of solitude and pain that carved me out of stone into the man I am today. It’s the criminal I became out of necessity and the blood and bodies that I left in my wake to get to where I am today. It’s all the loss and betrayal that caused me to bury my heart deep inside me, locked in a chest of ice to which only I hold the key.
Life is cruel, and in order to survive, I became cruelty itself.
No attachments. No commitments. No family.
Even my wife is just pretend. She gets to live the high life, and I get an impressive piece of arm candy. As the underground boss of Philly, it’s important to keep up appearances.
Marla. She also helps me run my business behind the scenes. Manage my money and keep the legitimate books in order. As my wife, she can’t be compelled to testify against me. I trust her, about as much as I pay her, but she knows better than to ever betray me. Our arrangement has never been an issue.
But what is an issue is her daughter, Lily.
Lily came back from her boarding school in New York and has been living at home for the last three days. And even after living the kind of life I’ve lived, having gone through the terrible things I’ve gone through, these last three days have been the hardest days of my life.
Why?
Because Lily is gorgeous.
She’s a fucking dime piece who keeps my cock rock hard whenever I see her. For some reason, she likes to prance around in my T-shirts that she steals out of my closet. Not even a pair of shorts or sweatpants. Hell, I don’t even know if she’s got panties on.
I’m a monster.
I shouldn’t even be thinking about that. I’m thirty-eight, and she’s barely eighteen. Even if she wasn’t my stepdaughter, she’s an innocent. A civilian. I could never bring her into my dark world, show her my scars – or worse, allow her to get some of her own.
She’s everything I’m not. Sweet, beautiful, angelic. Perfection. When she dances around my house with her headphones in, singing to ‘90s pop-punk music, tossing her hair and causing her supple young curves to bounce up and down, I feel the contrast between us deep down in my chest.
Even now, as she comes down the stairs from the second floor, her plump breasts bouncing with each step, my cock is so hard I’m about to pop the buttons on my jeans.
No bra. Just my T-shirt.
I fight it as hard as I can, but the image of her pantiless pussy fills my mind.
Is it plump like her tits? Or smooth and discreet – just a little slit between her legs? A girl like her must shave. They all do these days.
Like the animal that I am, I begin to salivate as I imagine what her juices taste like.
She catches my eye as she skips to the kitchen.
“Hey, Dad,” she giggles, mocking me.
Does she have any fucking idea what she’s doing to me? How much sleep I’ve lost over her?
No. She has no idea how dangerous her sexuality is.
Men would kill to have her. I’ve seen it happen. Her body is built to be bred, with hips curvy enough to snap the necks of men as she walks by. From my desk, I watch her go to the fridge. As she bends forward to grab a water, the hem of my shirt lifts just high enough to expose the cleft of her perfect little ass, and as she leans in, it spreads open just enough to give me a glimpse of her peach.
Goddamn. She is shaved.
But I only get a second’s look. She straightens, twirls on the balls of her feet and, singing along to one of her favorite songs, heads back upstairs to her room.
This time, she doesn’t even glance in my direction.
Thank God.
Even with my level of self-control, I’m on the verge of succumbing to her. What would her fresh body feel like crushed beneath mine? Her breasts against my chest as I spread her legs and take her flower. If what her mother says is true, Lily is a virgin.
How that’s possible, I’ll never know.
Most girls her age are sluts, posting photos of themselves all over the internet for every man to see or giving their used-up cunts to any boy with a car and a dating app. Yet somehow, Lily has avoided all of that.
Because she’s special…
“Fuck,” I grumble, crushing my glass of whiskey in my hand. A shard of glass cuts my palm, but I barely even feel it. The remaining alcohol spills onto my carpet.
“You must learn to control yourself, darling.” Marla smiles as she struts into the room, playing her part as the mob boss’ wife to perfection. With her dark hair up in a bun and her scarlet dress clinging to her surgically perfected curves, she looks cartoonishly sexy. Like Jessica Rabbit with a gun.
Marla is a high-end Benz, but her daughter is a fucking Ferrari.
I thumb the button for the maid. “Did they accept our offer?”
“What do you think?” Marla smiles, setting a hip against my desk. “How could they say no?”
“Good.” I nod. The news is a major victory for me. The Sicore brothers have now folded and given over their territory to me. Normally, this would be cause for celebration, and I can see in Marla’s eyes that she’s expecting a night on the town with me spoiling her, but that’s not what I want tonight.
What I want tonight is something I can’t have.
I stand and point to the mess as the maid enters. Her skin-tight yoga pants hide nothing as she sways her hips. She’s been wearing tighter and tighter clothing in her attempts to seduce me.
“Early bedtime?” Marla asks as I leave the room.
“I’m tired,” I lie.
“Age gets the best of all of us,” she teases.
“Do your job,” I grunt. “Don’t try and be a comedian.”
If Marla’s pissed, I don’t care. She has no right to be. She may be my wife on paper, but we’ve never even spent a night together. Never consummated our “love.” She’s had boyfriends, ones vetted by me and kept quiet by fear. Even if our marriage is a façade, I can’t let the rest of the world think she’s cheating on me.
This is my life now.
A
t the top. Alone. Tormented by the heavenly pixie that I can’t have.
Lily.
Perfection. A vision of a life I could never have. A life I could never deserve.
I’m pulling off my tie when I hear it: the sound of my shower running in the master bathroom. The girl seems to have a fascination with infringing on my space. It’s not enough that she wears my shirts and take naps in my bed. Now she has to use my shower too?
“Lily,” I bark as I stride to the bathroom door. “Get the hell out of there—”
Jesus…
My brain stops working when I see her, standing there completely naked beneath the sparkling downfall of warm water, her curves barely concealed by steam.
A hot pulse of fresh blood pumps my cock to its breaking point. The edge of one of my fly buttons presses painfully against my swollen tip. I can feel the load in my balls, a stream of hot cum that would fill her pussy to its limit.
I’m ready to burst, and I’m only looking at her.
She reaches up and runs her fingers through her long, chestnut hair, causing her hips to sway and her breasts to lift. They’re bigger than I thought. Her nipples are little pink gumdrops I’m dying to get my lips around.
And as she turns slightly…
There it is.
Her pussy. Ripe, shaved. A perfect little slit with cute lips just begging for my tongue. Her slender legs belong around my neck as I bend her in half and fuck her silly. She may be barely eighteen, but she has a woman’s body.
A body begging for a man to break it in.
I can take her right now…
Marla is downstairs. She won’t hear. I can spread those lean legs and stretch her cunt to fit me. The water from the shower will wash away the blood of her innocence, and I’ll ravage her over and over again until she’s come so many times she forgets her own goddamn name.
No.
I can’t. I’m not fit for her. She’s an angel, and I’m a monster. She could never love me. She has no idea what kind of a man I am. I built my own personal hell, brick by brick, and now I have to live in it.
Alone.
I have to go. But I can’t bring myself to move.
Pre-cum spills onto my palm as I pull my cock out. I’m hard as the stone I was carved from and hotter than the inside of her pussy. Fuck. Her body is so young and firm. It would be a crime not to claim her now. I’ll make her scream my name as I find her cervix with the tip of my dick.
I jerk my cock like the animal I am, my balls taut with a hot load that belongs inside her. Any one of her holes will do.
I’m close. Jesus Christ, it’s going to happen.
But then something terrible happens.
Lily turns. Her eyes go wide when she sees me. I try to stop, but I’m past the point of no return.
A deluge of hot, white, sticky cum fountains out of my cock and sprays forth like a fire hose. My body shakes. My core goes tight, and my legs cramp as my lust erupts. Each rope makes a loud, smacking sound as it hits the tile floor at my feet. I grunt and brace myself against the door frame as my hips move like I was fucking her, begging for her body, desperate to be inside.
Her mouth opens slightly in shock. It only turns me on more as I think of myself dumping my hot load between her lips and onto her little pink tongue.
As the last of my cum spills out of me, and I milk the last drops from my tip, I take a deep breath as the shame washes over me.
I’m a monster.
Not only have I just ruined my marriage, but I’ve also done something irredeemable in front of my stepdaughter.
I thought I could hold out. I thought I still had self-control.
“Damon…” Hearing my name from her lips is like a follow-up punch to a knockout blow. I cringe and fumble with my still-hard cock as I try to get it back in my pants.
“I – I’m sorry, Lily,” I groan as I begin my confession. “I couldn’t control myself. Seeing you prance around my house in my T-shirt, not wearing any panties…your breasts bouncing and your ass peeking out. You have me hard all the time. I can’t take it.” I manage to get my cock back in my jeans and the first button buttoned. “I’m a bad man, Lily. Your mom told me you’re innocent, and I wanted that sweet virgin pussy just for me.”
I hear Marla coming up the stairs.
Quickly, I turn and run.
I’m not afraid. Nothing scares me.
No. I’m ashamed.
I’m a poison. A virus. I corrupt everyone and anything I come into contact with, and I can’t do that to Lily. She needs a life without me. I’m no kind of stepdad. A father figure. Hell, I’m not even a good role model.
Taking the back stairs, I get into my car and pull away into the night.
I’ll leave. Marla can have the house, and she can raise Lily the right way. Away from me. Give her the life an angel like her deserves. I lost control, but I’ll find it again. I have to. In order to protect Lily, I have to stay away.
I grit my teeth and drive into the darkness where I belong.
2
Damon
Six months later…
Jawbone blunts my knuckles.
Blood sprays against cold concrete wall. The man spits a tooth onto the floor.
“Tell us where it is!” I bark as I ready myself for another blow. Normally, I’d leave this kind of work to one of my enforcers. Doing it myself is unnecessary. But I’ve been taking greater and greater chances lately. Even my men have noticed.
The son of a bitch is tough. I’ll give him that. He looks up at me through his one good eye, as though daring me to hit him again.
“You tell us or you die,” I remind him. “He doesn’t deserve this kind of loyalty. You’re just a hired gun.”
This guy, Berry or Benny or something, works for one of the other smalltime gangs in the city. They’ve been stealing from us, so I’m coming down hard on them and dismantling their entire little wannabe-drug-syndicate in one fell swoop. Once he gives up his main stash location, my men will burn it to the ground, and they’ll be finished.
“Scar…If I tell you,” he grunts, “can I come work for you?”
Despicable. Selling out one employer to get a job from another.
“Sure.” I nod. “We’ll work something out.”
Of course we won’t. I can’t trust a man like Benny. I also know he’s into little kids, and I don’t fuck with scum like that.
“45th Street. On the corner by the old tire factory.”
I nod to one of my men who whispers into his phone. Grabbing a rag, I wipe the blood from my hands and leave the room. Of course, he never will.
It’s a cold, dark world that I live in, but it was the world I was born into. Crime, poverty, and despair were rampant in my neighborhood. Everywhere I looked I saw the worst of humanity. And my parents did nothing to protect me from it.
My mother drank to escape my father, and my father took his anger out on everyone around him, including me.
I took my first steps into the criminal underworld at the age of twelve, running drugs for a local boss. At the time, I thought he was bigtime. Later, I realized he was just another pawn in the larger game. A game that I wanted to run.
It didn’t take me long. By the time I was out of my teens, I was already commanding half of the city. The other half fell by the time I was thirty, and I’ve ruled it ever since.
They fear me. And fear creates order.
If you’re in the game, you’re fair game. But everyday people, normal citizens trying to go about their lives, are safe from me and my men. No women. No children. The only men who feel my wrath are monsters like me.
I take my own car home. Since leaving Lily, I’ve become more solitary. I tried distracting myself with women, but it had the opposite effect. Their lack of perfection reminded me of Lily’s. With nothing to fall back on but my life of crime, I’ve begun to question everything. But I’m a rat in a maze now – a maze I built for myself. And there’s no escaping it.
As I’m pulling in, my
cell phone rings.
Marla.
“Shit.”
I have to answer. We’re still business partners, after all, but every time I see her name on the caller ID now I flinch.
I wouldn’t be surprised if Lily told her what happened between us. And it would serve me right too. The shame of my actions still flows through me every morning and every night like the waters of the River Styx. As I pick up the call, I hold my breath.
This could be the one…the one where she tells me she knows.
“Yes.”
“Oh, thank God you answered,” Marla says with a heavy sigh. Instantly, I relax.
Not this time.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s Lily,” she replies. Again, my chest goes tight.
“What about Lily?”
“She needs your help, Damon. There’s this boy—”
“A boy!?” I roar. “What boy? Lily is seeing boys now?”
Tormenting images fill my mind, and I clench my fist into a ball, my nails digging into the scar on my palm.
“She’s eighteen, Damon. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to control her!” I snap. “You’re her mother!”
“Me control an eighteen-year-old boy?” Marla laughs. “Ever since you left she’s been up to all kinds of things!”
My blood is boiling as I try to ignore the implications of what she’s saying.
Boys. Their grubby little hands all over my angel. None of them deserve her.
“Tell me about this boy,” I growl.
The drive back to my old house is a drive I swore I would never make.
Stay away from her…