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Suddenly she screamed his name. Oh, she was a bad girl, she’d come!
He slipped his hand between her thighs and pinched her clit, drawing out her pleasure. He was never selfish or stopped her pleasure once she was there.
Josie was spent. She lay exhaustedly slumped across Max’s knee. He withdrew his hand and rubbed her hot flesh.
“You came when Daddy said not to. What happens to Daddy’s girl when she’s naughty that way?”
Her response was simply a long, drawn-out moan. “Daddy gets to fuck my naughty ass,” she whispered breathlessly.
“He does, but I’m gonna wait a while and let that ankle heal up before I plug your ass in preparation for your punishment.”
She shuddered.
“Now then, what have you to say to Daddy?” His hand moved to cup her mons; she was drenched with arousal, she loved anal play.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He kept her in place, face down over his knee as he ran his hands over her shapely back and down over her soft flanks.
Max adored her. To him, Josie was perfect, almost too perfect; she could easily become his kryptonite because he knew that he loved her far too much. She must never know how easily she could manipulate him. He was the dominant and she the submissive, but man! Everything about this woman moved him body and soul.
* * *
“Stop pouting,you wanted to discuss the house rules. I want us to make a contract with ground rules that we both agree upon. So come on, give me something to work with here.” Max was sitting at the table with his laptop open while Josie lounged on the sofa, her foot propped up on a cushion. She didn’t know what to say, she knew she’d be miserable if Max stopped being in charge but she felt that as a modern woman she should only be submissive in the bedroom.
Yesterday he’d spanked her for taking risks with her safety. Although the spanking had hurt, it had also made her feel safe, cared for and incredibly turned on. Confused, she wondered how she should approach this idea of his to write the house rules together.
“I dunno, Max. I told you I don’t want a domestic discipline relationship. While I agree to be a submissive in the bedroom I also want to live a normal life outside of that.”
He stared across the room at her in consternation. “I don’t recall you ever stipulating you would be a part-time sub. I asked you to be mine and you agreed. So what’s changed?”
She thought about that but apart from knowing she didn’t want to be like her grandparents, she also remembered Sandy’s comments about full-time submissives. Supposing everyone in Corbin’s Bend thought that too? She could be a laughing stock. It was obviously not the done thing to be a twenty-four/seven submissive, but how could she make Max understand that?
“Let’s start with some rules. You comment, we’ll discuss the outcomes as we go along. Yeah?” he suggested. She nodded uncertainly.
“First rule is that you take care of you. Any questions?”
“Yeah, what the hell does that mean?” She could hear that she sounded bolshie and winced as Max pinned a stern gaze on her.
“What did you just say to me?” His voice took on that deeper dominating tone he used to intimidate her.
It worked; she squirmed, shifting her sore ankle on the cushion.
“Sounds to me like you need another attitude adjustment, my girl!”
“It’s just that my ankle hurts,” she whined, untruthfully.
His eyes narrowed, it was obvious to her that he doubted her sincerity but he rose and came across to her. Hunkering beside her he ran practiced hands over her injured ankle.
“Ow!” she squeaked in an attempt to convince him of her discomfort.
“Perhaps we’ll shelve making the contract for now. I’ll get a pack of frozen peas to put on the swelling, it will help reduce the puffiness and make it feel better. Fancy a coffee and a sandwich?”
“Yes, please. You are so good to me!” she cooed, smiling brightly at him. He stood up, the expression on his face inscrutable.
“Hmm,” he murmured as he left the room.
When he’d gone she relaxed against the cushions and, letting her head fall back, she closed her eyes.
