“You stay where Daddy puts you, little girl. Next time, you’ll earn yourself more than just a pinch.”
All that had happened in the past twelve hours or so came crashing down on her, and Sage quietly started crying. In a move she’d never written for him, he stroked her gently and kissed her neck, nuzzling her nape under her hair.
“It’s all right, Pet. No one will ever harm you again. That’s not to say you won’t get spanked or that I won’t cause you a bit of pain when warranted, but you’re safe with Daddy. Your safe word is ‘hero.’”
“You might have mentioned that before now.”
“Why? Would you have used it?”
“No…”
Was she safe with him? What if she wasn’t? Or what if she was, but Daddy disappeared into the pages of her book, never to return?
Chapter 8
He gave Sage little sleep—he couldn’t seem to help himself. He slept restlessly, and every time he woke, he reached for her, finding his libido every bit as strong, if not stronger, than she had portrayed in her books. More than once, he pulled her to him, bringing her under him to mount and use with long, hard strokes. He knew she had to be sore, but found he didn’t care. He needed her, and she needed him. He needed to bind her to him in every way he could. Even after he’d exhausted her, she never failed to provide him with the response he wanted. Sage seemed surprised at the depth of her carnal nature and her ability to experience multiple orgasms. Each time he rode her, she responded quicker and more intensely, allowing him to revel in her ability to provide him with such pleasure.
He woke, his cock poking at her backside. Never had she written a woman who could compare to her—quick to respond, wildly passionate, and infinitely satisfying. Each time he felt her sheath contract around his shaft, it was as if it had always been this way. Memories of the others she had forced him to endure faded away with each encounter.
Rolling her onto her belly, he knelt behind her and grasped her hips, pulling her up into position—ass up, upper torso and head down. He grinned when he reached between her legs to stroke her silky slit. He had yet to not find her wet and waiting. He guided his staff to the entrance of her core, pushing forward before she was fully awake. She groaned as a small orgasm rippled through her body. He stroked her hard and fast until she came screaming into the pillow as he thrust home and spent his seed deep inside her. Releasing her, he tipped her back over onto her side, settling back into his normal place, and pulled her close. He smiled when she didn’t try to wriggle away.
“Tell me something… why is it in the books, you always have your women on top, sliding up and down your cock while you play with their tits and clit, but you have yet to fuck me face-to-face?”
He barked a laugh, idly fondling her nipples.
“Naughty little girls only get fucked on their back as a treat when they’ve been very good, but are never allowed on top. You, my pet, will almost always be fucked in very submissive positions to remind you Daddy is the one in charge, not you. To that end, and to get a handle on your behavior, I’ve decided to put you on maintenance spankings twice a week.”
“Twice a week?” she squeaked. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Fair is whatever I define it to be. We’ll start with twice a week and see how it goes. You behave yourself, and I may adjust it down. You decide to challenge my authority and misbehave, I’ll increase it to three times a week or more. You will not be allowed to continue down this self-destructive path you seem determined to travel. You’re going to follow the rules I determine, and when you don’t, you will be punished.”
He slipped his hand between them and gently massaged her dark rosebud. She tried to shift away from his invasive finger, but he pinched her nipple until she submitted and didn’t try to evade his touch.
“In case you missed it, pet, the power dynamic between us has shifted. You are no longer in control of anything. You belong to me… all of you. You exist to please me in the same way I exist to pleasure and keep you safe. That means your body belongs to me—all of it. You don’t abuse it. You’re going to start eating right…”
“I eat fine,” she said with a pout she didn’t know she was capable of.
“Chips and caramel corn are not proper nutrition. And here’s a big one, you do not seek to pleasure yourself unless I tell you to. I tossed the vibrator you brought here into the rubbish last night. Daddy will see to all your sexual needs.”
“You expect me to agree with this?”
“Did I ask for your agreement?” He chuckled. “Be a good girl and tell Daddy you’re going to follow the rules. Tell me that when you don’t, you expect Daddy to discipline you in whatever way he deems best.”
Sage said nothing. He’d enveloped her in a sensual haze, combining soft caresses with his silky voice. She melted back into his body, answering his call and agreeing to everything, but he needed her to say it. The fingers that rolled and gently squeezed her nipples pinched them hard until her body stiffened and she yelped.
“Did you hear me, Pet? Daddy needs to know you understand.”
“I do,” she said, sighing with a combination of arousal and resignation, and snuggled back into his body, instinctively seeking his strength and comfort.
“Then you say it. Tell me you know you belong to Daddy, that you understand and expect when you’re naughty that I will curb your errant behavior. Tell me you’re going to be a good girl and try to follow the rules.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said,
