“You do this”—I rocked my cock against her—“every time you walk in a room, and when you call me daddy, I want to lose control.” I stepped back then to test how wet her entrance was and chuckled at how it dripped over my fingers. “It seems you have the same problem, huh? We can’t have that when others are around, though, can we? For that, you need to learn a lesson, right?”
She moaned as my fingers slid inside her and nodded. “I’m a teacher, after all, Jameson. I know when a lesson must be taught.”
“Fuck, that’s right, baby.” I loved how she leaned into me punishing her. I shoved her down onto the desk so her ass was out and then I smacked it twice. The globe reddened immediately with my handprint, and when she yelped, I tightened my hold on the leash. “Be good girl, Mia. Take your punishment like you want. Moan for me or don’t make a sound at all.”
She moaned as I massaged her reddened cheek and then gasped out my name as I smacked it.
Again and again.
She even started to chant that she wanted more and more. “I want all of it, Jameson. All of you.” I lost myself in her desire and my own desire for her. I slid my fingers from her pussy and lined my cock up at her entrance. “I need you, baby,” I told her.
She begged for it, chanting “please” as I let the belt slide from her neck so that I could wind it around my hand.
I thrust my cock into her, not able to wait another second, just as I smacked her ass with my belt-wrapped hand.
“Oh, God. Jameson. It’s too good.”
“No. You’ve been bad, remember? So bad that you get it good, huh? So much of a darling that you’re my devil.” I pulled out and thrust in again and again. Smacking her each time. “Remember that you aremydevil. That I fucking need you, Mia. Need this. Always.”
Her pussy clenched around my cock then like she just might need me too.
Mia
ITRULY BELIEVE IFsomeone told Jameson Knight—the man who carried a pistol like it was an extra appendage and took care of men like Trent easily—that he’d be spending his Friday morning with us arguing over bunny necessities, he would have had them evaluated for head trauma.
“Why does it smell like a barn down this hall?” His voice carried into the study as I placed the water dispenser onto the side of the wired cage. My classroom space did sort of smell a bit like hay, but there was no way he was going to object when he saw Franny’s face.
He stepped in, holding that steaming cup of espresso he always had, and wrinkled his nose. “Mia, I know I agreed to Archer taking you both to get this thing … but is it supposed to smell like that?”
Franny popped up from moving the shavings around. “Daddy, meet Wednesday!” She pointed excitedly toward the black bunny she’d picked out and beamed. “I think she likes her new home since she pooped three times already.”
Jameson blinked twice and then looked at me. “The rodent smells.”
I responded with a saccharine tone. “Your garage smells like oil and gasoline and is full of dirty metal bikes.”
“My Ducati isn’t just a bike.” He looked ready to fight. “And it doesn’t defecate in a room next to my cigars.”
“Your cigars in your office are just fine.” I held up a hand before he continued. “Don’t forget, you agreed to this.”
“I was emotionally blackmailed,” he grumbled, but Franny had picked up the bunny and walked over to her dad.
“Want to hold her, Dad?”
Before Jameson could say no, she was holding out the squirming ball of fur, so he had to take it. Nothing else could be done when Franny looked at him like that.
He sighed, muttering under his breath as he shot daggers my way before he set down his espresso and took the bunny. Never had I seen him look so uncomfortable. His posture was stiff, his brow furrowed, his arms outstretched. “She won’t stop wiggling.”
“Hold her bottom, Daddy. She’s a baby. She needs cuddles. Mia, hurry! We need a picture of Daddy and me with Wednesday.” She stood next to her dad and smiled big, pulling the rabbit close to Jameson’s stomach.
I grabbed my cell and snapped a picture just as Jameson’s eyes widened. “She just peed on me.”
“Really? I think that means she likes you!” Franny said, vibrating with excitement, swiping Wednesday back from her dad to go set her in the cage.
I walked up to Jameson and pecked him on the cheek as he told me, “Remind me again why we need a bunny.”
“According to Franny, I’m lonely in this house.”
“I’ll show you lonely in your bedroom tonight, Darling. You owe me.”
