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Chapter Nineteen
Sable nodded, and he stood, blood pounding through his veins. He hadn’t planned on punishing her so soon, especially since Trent had roughed her up and he didn’t want those two things associated in her head in any way. So for today at least, no bondage so she’d know she could move, and no rough body play. He’d strap her down, tie her up, pull her hair and pin her with the weight of his body some other time. Many other times. But for now…
He eyed Rhodie and Marigold. “Downstairs, you dogs.”
They both looked at him with those mournful basset eyes.
“You can visit her after I’m through. Now get.”
The dogs huffed at him but hefted themselves up from their bed and trundled out of the room. Thank goodness they were well-trained and cooperative because if he had to spend any more time without his hands on Sable now that he’d gotten the idea into his head, he was going to expire.
He peeled the bed linens off her and surveyed her body. Definitely too thin but still lovely. She was all peaches and cream except her honey-gold eyes and her chestnut hair. What a tasty dessert.
After dreaming up a punishment that fit the “crime”—he wouldn’t have minded if she got yogurt and syrup all over the sheets and he’d had to throw them in the wash but it was a good excuse to make her squirm and squeal—he stood and headed to the armoire. Yes, an armoire in a bedroom that also had a closet far bigger than he’d ever fill.
Though perhaps Sable would.
In a drawer of the armoire, he grabbed a couple of things and then came back to his little girl who was lounging in his bed, looking as though she’d always been there.
Jethro couldn’t help himself—instead of coming to the side of the bed, he climbed over the foot and prowled over her like some sort of animal, using his mouth to taste her skin, nipping and licking at her flesh, all the angles and curves of her until he reached her tits.
He cupped one in his hand before latching onto her nipple and suckling. His little miss arched her back and moaned when he did, pushing her hips into his thigh. So he did her a favor and straddled one of her legs, pressed his against the thick diaper between her thighs. A sound of surprise and delight dropped from her lips and he wanted to lick it all up.
Jethro lifted his head to look at her from the valley between her breasts. “Go on, baby. You can rub off on Daddy’s leg. Make yourself feel good, you horny little thing. We’ll get to the rules later.”
Sable didn’t need any more encouragement than that, and started frotting against his thigh. The padding on the diaper that he couldn’t ignore, her enthusiasm, and the desperate sounds she was making had him nearly seeing stars while he switched his attentions to her other nipple.
He pinched, squeezed, and rolled the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth, turning them both into tight little buds. When Sable’s rocking and panting became more fervent, he stopped and was immediately greeted by a wail.
“Daddy, no, please!”
“That’s not how this works, baby. You get what I say you get and when I decide you can have it. You don’t get your reward before your punishment. Same way you’re not allowed to eat dessert before dinner.”
“But Daddy—”
“No buts. Don’t make me gag you like a very naughty girl.”
The flash in her eyes told him that wouldn’t be unwelcome, but he wouldn’t gag her the first time they played, not a chance. He was going to handle her carefully. Earn her trust. Her heart. He wanted her in his life and in his bed and he was going to do whatever it took to keep her there.
“Now you’re going to take your punishment like a very sorry little girl, aren’t you?”
Her pout was one of the sweetest things he’d ever seen, made her look younger, more vulnerable, not as sharp as she usually did. After a few seconds, she muttered a very disgruntled, “Yes, Daddy.”
Jethro pinched and tugged on her nipples a bit more, and then drew out from his pocket what he’d grabbed from the armoire: a pair of adjustable nipple clamps with little charms attached: little pink stars that said “Baby” on them. So pretty and just as vicious, much like Sable herself.
Her honey eyes widened as he held them out to her in his palm.
“Have you used clamps before?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And did you like them?”
“I don’t think like is the right word,” she said, her face screwing up.
Ah, yes, she’d clearly enjoyed something about them, but it had mostly been unpleasant. Perfect.
“Good. I’m going to put them on your perfect little titties and you’re going to tell me when they hurt. I trust you to know the difference between punishment hurt and harm hurt. Can you do that for me?”
He didn’t miss the little “oh,” that escaped her lips, the flush that crept up her chest, or the squirm of her hips.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, and it didn’t sound so much like fear as it did anticipation.
“Good girl,” he praised, looking into her eyes. So wide and round, he couldn’t wait to see those eyes framed with dark lashes to be blinking up at him from on her knees while she sucked his cock.
