Stiff Discipline

by Ember Cole

  When his gaze returns to me, there is some kind of battle going on behind his eyes. “I’m not really sure, to be honest. You’re young, and when you walked into my office the last night, I pegged you for a party girl, but…”

  I should be mad at the assumption, but I don’t blame him. I’d just come from clubbing, had on a flimsy dress, and was a little buzzed. A pang of guilt rises up when I remember that I went to the office to seduce his son.

  “You’re just not what I expected.”

  Daniel cups my face, and he guides my chin up so that I have to look into his eyes. I’m still unsure of all these feelings rioting inside me. It is glaringly obvious I am not cut out to be a one-night stand kind of girl.

  He drags his thumb over my jaw, then leans down and lightly kisses the corner of my mouth.

  “It’s a good thing,” he seems to decide. “You’re so much more than I expected in the best way. In a way that makes me want to keep you in my bed and never let you walk out that door.”

  Yes, please. The burning intensity in his eyes takes my breath away. He draws me in and his lips touch mine, so soft yet still so much in control. The sheet slips from between my fingers, and his hand is on my breast, kneading gently, pinching the tip until I arch and groan.

  When his hand slides down my stomach, between my legs, I let him nudge them apart. He dips into the heat and growls.

  “And this right here, how wet you get for me, that’s the biggest fucking turn-on ever.” He moves his fingers in and out a few more times, but pulls them out just when things are starting to get good.

  “Tease.” I hit his shoulder, and he grins before he wraps his arms around me and rolls onto his back. I lift onto my elbows and stare down at him. “I like being on top. Now look who’s in charge.”

  His eyes grow darker, and he digs his fingers into my ass. I feel him grow hard and hot against my stomach.

  “How are you feeling?” he rasps out.

  Okay, that’s random. “Ummm, fine?”

  He chuckles, and his fingers slide down between my legs. He moves them up and down my slit and I gasp, unable to stop my hips from rocking.

  “How is your pussy feeling? Between earlier and”—he grins—“being inside you. Are you sore?”

  Things are a little tender, but not like I expected. He’d prepared me well last night, plus the sheer number of orgasms he gave me before we fucked had me more than ready.

  “Only in a good way.”

  “Good. Because it’s time to show me what you’ve got.”

  I have no idea what he’s talking about. He grips my thighs and pulls until I’m on my knees, straddling his legs and leaning over him.

  “I want you to sit on my dick and ride me until you come.”

  Liquid heat pours through my body. My God, this man. His cock bobs between us, and I can’t resist reaching out. I want to know what it feels like. I wrap my fingers around it and move slowly up and down like I watched him do. It’s velvet-covered steel. Much silkier than I expected, and so hot.

  He grows harder in my hand, and he hisses between his teeth.

  “I didn’t say I wanted you to jack me off, babygirl. I want you on my cock. Wrap that hot little pussy around me and move that sweet ass.”

  I don’t want to stop touching him. He feels so good in my hand. It makes me wonder what it would feel like inside me. Nothing between us. Just Daniel and me.

  He reaches toward his nightstand and the little foil packets hiding inside.

  “No condom,” I say. “Just for a little while. I trust you.”

  He goes still beneath me, but his cock grows even thicker, pulses in my hand. Ragged breaths make his chest rise and fall faster.

  “You want me bare inside you?” he grits out.

  I nod, because my mouth has gone dry. He’s looking at me like he wants to devour me whole, like I’m the last meal and he’s on death row.

  “Fuck.”

  He grabs the back of my head and brings me down, slams his lips over mine. His tongue dives into my mouth, demanding my surrender. The kiss is all-consuming, melting me from the outside.

  “You are bringing me to my fucking knees, babygirl,” he says against my lips. “This is a dangerous game, but fuck if I don’t need to give you want you want.”

  “Then do it, Daniel.”

  Growling, he grabs my waist and lifts like I weigh nothing. I guess to a guy like him, with those muscles, it would be pretty easy.

  “You have to do it, only got two hands,” he says with a dark laugh. “Put me inside you.”

  Feeling bold, I wrap my fingers around his dick. “Oh, so you want me to put this gigantic thing inside little ol’ me?” I widen my eyes. “What if it doesn’t fit?”

  He swells in my grip. Mental note that he likes dirty talk, too.

  “Put my fucking dick inside you,” he grinds out.

  This time I laugh. I like this game. Having him at my mercy.

  His eyes narrow and he growls, digging his fingers into the soft flesh under my ass.

  Giving in a little, I rub the tip over my clit and groan. Tiny bursts of desire fill my stomach. I could come just from rubbing him over me. Maybe I should, just to teach him a lesson for all the teasing he’s done to me.

  As if he can read my thoughts, he gives me a feral grin. It’s dark and dangerous and I feel like I’ve just poked a rabid bear.

  “Do you really think you’re in charge here, babygirl?”

  “I’m the one with my hand wrapped around your cock, so yeah, a little.” I move him again, rubbing him back and forth in my wetness, feeling the sensations building inside me.

  I open my mouth to back-talk a little bit more, but the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a scream. He buries his cock in me with one quick upthrust, and I’m trying like hell to catch the breath that went flying.

  Daniel raises his hips and holds me down, grinding against my clit while he’s so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.

  “Oh God,” I whimper.

  He keeps me like that for a few more seconds, proving that he has all the control, then he lifts me up and slides me back down. At this angle, not only is he filling every bit of space in me, but his dick rubs against that spot inside and the base grinds on my clit when he rocks me forward. I’m in sensory overload.

  His jaw is rock hard, and a vein pulses in his temple.

  “Now,” he grits out. “Sit up and ride me like I told you to. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

  I rest my palms on his chest and push up to sitting, feeling him sink even deeper into me. I freeze, trying to adjust to how full I feel. Impaled. That’s the word that comes to mind. Holy crap, I think this position is my new favorite. Except I’m not sure how to move. Do I bounce up and down, rock back and forth?

  I meet his eyes, and he just watches me. He’s waiting for me to figure it out, for once not taking control. I rock my hips a little, just like he moved me before, keeping him lodged deep inside. Sparks scatter down my spine.

  His low groan proves I’m doing something right. His hands move from my hips and slide up my ribs until he is cupping both breasts. As I move over him he starts to work my breasts, my nipples. When he rolls one between his fingers, I swear bolts of electricity shoot straight from my nipples to my clit.

  I close my eyes and brace my hands, moving my hips back and forth faster.

  “That’s it, babygirl. You feel so good. You look like a damn wet dream riding my cock.”

  His dirty words make me clench around him, and this time I rock back farther, savor the way he drags along my insides. He grinds up, meets my thrust, and hits my favorite new spot. I throw my head back.

  Tension builds quickly, and I chase it with my hips. He drops his hands again, grips my waist, and urges me faster. The angle is different, and I can feel the orgasm building from so much deeper.

  “Oh God, Daniel.”

  “Sit up. Put your hands behind you on my legs.”

  I do what he says and th
e angle changes again. His cock presses against the front of my pussy, riding up and down just below my belly button, and every single stroke keeps him in contact with that spot I love. He grabs me around the waist, yanking me forward each time I move my hips, and I feel my eyes rolling back in my head.

  “Fuck,” I moan. “That feels so good.”

  His grip loosens.

  “Don’t stop,” I beg, digging my nails into his thighs.

  “Get yourself off,” he demands. “Use my cock to make yourself come. This is all you this time—take what you want.”

  Every word is a guttural growl, and I do what he says.

  My legs burn from the effort of riding him, but I ignore it. I’m so close. At the top of every forward rock I drive my hips up, grinding his cock against that spot. Pleasure spreads out from inside me, growing brighter, sharper.

  I try to remember to breathe, but I can’t keep from holding my breath until stars dance behind my eyelids. So close. Daniel thickens, and I hear his low voice telling me to come, come, come, somewhere in the thick haze that has filled my head. Every muscle in my body aches from the strain, but I am almost there. Piercing hot pleasure spikes.

  I open my mouth on a scream. My wetness floods his cock, and my entire body jerks from the force of my orgasm. Daniel grabs me and pulls me against his chest, wraps his arms around me to hold me immobile against his body as he thrusts frantically up into me.

  I peak again and spasm around his cock.

  “Fuck,” he grinds out, slamming into me harder. “We have to stop. I’m getting too close.”

  I shake my head. “Not yet.”

  His groan is strangled. One hand moves to my ass, and he grabs a handful, uses it to drive my hips down when he pushes up. The other tangles in the hair at the base of my neck. He pulls my head to his and then his tongue is in my mouth, thrusting in time with his cock.

  The pressure on my clit is too much and I come again, bucking against his hold. He swallows the sound, and I can feel him swelling inside me, his groans vibrating against my tongue.

  In one motion, he flips me onto my back, not breaking his rhythmic thrusting, and hooks his elbows under my knees, practically bending me in half. He rears up over me, his body one solid wall of muscle as he drives his cock into me faster.

  Veins pulse in his neck. The animalistic look on his face, the way his lips peel back as he grits his teeth, the way his eyes hold my gaze, is too much.

  “Daniel,” I whimper.

  “Look at your pussy taking my cock,” he demands. “You’re so tight I have to force my way back inside every thrust.”

  I look and nearly come on the spot. My swollen pink flesh clings to his glistening cock, and the sight of that thick, hard length pounding into me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My belly flutters, and I tumble over the edge again.

  Daniel curses long and hard, then his lips crash into mine, devouring me in a kiss that makes my toes curl. I’m crushed under his hot body, my hips still trying to buck against his cock, and I can’t get enough.

  “You’re mine, babygirl,” he growls into my mouth. “Mine.”

  I cry out, and his whole body jerks, his rhythm stuttering. He roars, then wrenches himself out of me and grabs his cock. Hot ropes of come splash across my stomach. Marking me as his. I feel it down to my soul.

  “Fuck.” His eyes are closed as he rides it out. “Kymber…”

  When he’s squeezed the last of his come from his cock, he collapses onto his side next to me. His eyes are soft as he looks over my face, his touch gentle.

  I can see every fleck of color in his eyes. They’re not the pure dark brown I expected. There are tiny spots of gold, and even a couple of green. I think they’re the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. I lift my face to his and press a light kiss to his lips.

  “Fuck, babygirl, that was…”

  “Amazing,” I say, and kiss him again. “Incredible.” Another kiss.

  “Dangerous.”

  “Worth it.”

  He bites my bottom lip and tugs before closing his lips around it to suck.

  It’s the strangest sensation, and I squirm under his heavy arm. His cock jumps against my hip, and I can’t keep the giggle inside. I can’t remember the last time I was so relaxed.

  “What’s that smile for?”

  I grin up at him. “Just really happy.”

  He nudges my nose with his. “Ditto.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I can’t believe I just said ditto. You’re already making me soft.”

  This time I burst out laughing. “Soft wasn’t a problem a few minutes ago.”

  He fake-glares at me. “Won’t be a fucking problem in about five minutes, either.”

  Christ. I’m not going to able to move in the morning. “I’m going to have to take extra vitamins if you keep this up.”

  This time he laughs and my God, the sound lights me up. “If you weren’t so fucking sexy, if I didn’t get hard every time I think about being inside you, you could get some rest. And now you give me this?” He gestures to his bare cock and my stomach.

  “Oh, so you’re blaming it on me?” I bite his shoulder, and in turn he takes one of my nipples between his teeth. The sharp pain makes me shiver and my hips shift against him.

  Daniel groans, and his cock stirs. “I didn’t think this through.”

  I slide my hands around his back, stroke over the hard ridges of muscle. I can’t imagine ever getting tired of touching him. But right now, I need to take care of the sticky mess we made of my body. I try to slide out from under his arm.

  “Not yet,” he says against my hair. His fingers glide across my belly, through his come, and down between my legs, painting my clit with it. “Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to come inside you? To fill you with my seed and watch it leak out of that pretty pussy, consequences be damned? When you clamped down on my cock and screamed, I almost lost my goddamned mind. Does that scare you?”

  I shift as his finger moves slowly up and down. I know exactly what consequences he’s talking about. They tug at the corner of my heart and whisper in my ear, warm and sweet. That he’s thinking the same thing, too… I shake my head. “I’m not scared of anything I do with you.”

  His chest rumbles and he presses a kiss to my lips.

  Warmth builds in my belly. I can’t believe there is anything left in me, and yet Daniel knows exactly what to do to reignite the ache in my center. I’m swollen and overly sensitive, but he keeps his touch light, teasingly soft, and just enough to make my breath catch.

  “Open your legs for me.” His lips are there at my ear, and I move so that I can spread them like he asked. “I can’t keep my hands off you. You are so sexy. So fucking sweet. Do you have more for me, babygirl? Do you think you can come just one more time?”

  He draws more of his come down to my folds, slickening my clit with it, and starts to work my nipple with his lips and teeth. I gasp and arch my back. Wrap my fingers around the back of his head to hold him right there.

  My thighs shake as I try to open them up even more, straining the muscles. The delicious slide of his wet fingers around me, into me, is intoxicating. I’m going to come again; I can feel it building. It’s sharper, pain mixing with pleasure.

  I dig my nails into his neck. “Daniel.”

  He pulls away from my breast and brings his lips to mine.

  “One more for me. I want everything you have, babygirl. Don’t hold anything back.”

  The barely there whisper-touches over my clit bring me to the edge. I’m right there and know it’s going to be the hardest one yet. I spread my thighs wider, and every nerve ending winds tight, focusing on the tension ready to snap between my legs.

  “Oh God.”

  I clench my teeth and my muscles lock and my entire body shakes.

  “That’s my good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me.”

  He slides his slick fingers inside me and strokes my G-spot, and just like that, I fly over th
e edge. A strangled half moan, half scream rips from my throat, and my body bows up off the bed. I clamp my legs together, hold his hand immobile as pleasure bursts through me, wave after wave drowning me in exquisite sensations.

  My lungs burn and I finally give in, sucking air into my throat, exhaling in low groans.

  7

  DANIEL

  I watch her sleep, following the way her chest rises and falls under my arm. She’s curled into me, her back to my chest, her ass snuggled up against my cock.

  The last few hours are a blur. I’ve got one hand resting on her flat stomach, fingers splayed to touch as much of her skin as I can. Skin that I coated with my seed like a crazed man.

  I’ve been lying here for what feels like forever, trying like fuck to slow my mind down. This girl is under my skin so far, so fast, I don’t know which way is up.

  Twenty-two years of hard-earned control, gone.

  Seeing her with Adam, laughing so openly, pissed me off because that’s what she deserves. A nice guy her own age. Not some sick fuck lusting after a girl he has no business touching. But I couldn’t see past the rage at knowing another man was making her smile.

  I was jealous of my own fucking kid.

  I only meant to walk her back to her apartment. I didn’t plan on kissing her.

  I never planned to fuck her.

  And I sure as hell didn’t plan to crumble in the face of those begging blue eyes and take her bareback when I know, I know, what I could have done to her if I’d lost control.

  I’ve been here before. In this exact position. And I’ve spent my entire adult life trying to prove to my son in every way I’m capable of that he wasn’t a mistake. I regret a lot of things in my life, but I could never regret him.

  I squeeze my eyes shut. I never saw Kymber coming, never expected her to come into my life, and now I can’t imagine a day without her in it. Will I regret her?

  My chest gets tighter with each second that passes.

  As careful as I can, I slide out from under her and roll onto my back. She makes a soft sound of protest, already reaching for me in her sleep.