Page 16 of Mastered by Them (Rose and Dagger #2)

Edmund

S he bites her lower lip, considering my question. I can’t stop staring at her mouth. Fuck, she’s so sweet, it hurts. Does she want me to teach her about punishment? About the way it can free her mind and body? I want to show her everything.

“You might be kinkier than you think you are.” I touch a strand of her hair, twirling it around my finger. “The things we’ve done together aren’t entirely vanilla, you know.”

“But now you’re talking about punishing me, and it seems like…”

“A whole new level of kinky?”

She nods.

“Well, you know what a safe word is, but if you tell me no or stop, I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you to hurt me.” She looks down.

“Not even a little bit?”

She bites her lip again. “Maybe a little bit? Troy sort of spanked me.”

“I know. I watched. You liked it. I did, too.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I liked it.”

“You came so hard on his face I think you saw heaven.”

She laughs. “Maybe so.”

“How about we try a few things. I’ll walk you through it. Anything you don’t like, you tell me. And a safe word will get you out of the scene, no matter what.”

“All right.” She waits, standing uncertainly before me.

“First, the safe word. Red is a pretty common one, but you can pick anything you want.”

“Like kumquat?”

“Sure, if you want.”

She laughs. “Nah. Red is good.”

“Red it is. Second, honorifics. You’ll call me Sir. Or...if you’re willing, Daddy.”

Her eyes go wide in surprise. “Daddy?”

I nod. “Thanks, angel. I like the sound of that.”

She gives a little laugh. “That’s, uh, not what I would’ve expected.”

“We can revisit it later if you want. But I rather like it. I want to take care of you like a daddy would, and I want to protect you and have you look up to me like that.”

“Okay...Daddy.”

It satisfies an inner need I didn’t know I had. The other day in the shower, when I jerked off to the fantasy of her calling me Daddy, I didn’t know it would be this good. Goddamn, I want to hear her say it all the time.

“Take off your clothes, princess. I’ll help you.”

She lifts her arms and I pull her shirt off. Her lacy purple bra complements her skin. I like the look of it, so I leave it on for now. Next, I tug down her sweatpants, leaving her in her matching panties.

“Beautiful. You’re my beautiful girl.”

She blushes.

“Now, you said something about feeling naughty. I can think of half a dozen ways you’ve been a brat to me over the last month. We should do something about that. Get on your knees, sweetheart.”

She obediently drops to her knees and looks up at me expectantly.

I hesitate. She isn’t sure about pain, but there are dozens of other ways to punish without it.

Which one to choose? I’m tempted to leave her here and ignore her for a few minutes, see how long she lasts.

But Danica’s patience wears out fast. While testing her limits in that regard is a good idea, I’d rather her feel successful during her first punishment.

I stare down at my naughty girl. “Touch your nipples for me.”

She bites back a grin and gets to work cupping her tits within the purple bra. Her gaze turns thoughtful and I wonder if she’s thinking back to being with Troy in the pool. He had her touch her tits then, too.

“Don’t think about anything else but taking your punishment.” I keep my voice firm.

“Well, this is hardly a punishment.”

“Daddy.”

She smiles and winks. “Oh, you don’t have to call me that?—”

“Danica.” I cross my arms. “Don’t be a brat or this is going to be so much worse for you.”

She laughs nervously. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Now take one hand and bring it down to your pussy. I want those pretty gray eyes on me while you do it.”

She sends her right hand to her mound and hovers it over her panties.

“Inside the underwear.” I watch, enraptured by the view of her pleasuring herself.

She moves her hand, putting it in her panties.

“Finger yourself,” I say. “Do it like you need to come right fucking now.”

Her eyelids flutter shut, but I clear my throat. “Look at me, princess.”

I can’t see exactly what she’s doing, but I can see her pupils growing larger, her arousal increasing as she touches herself. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths and a flush comes over her skin. Give her another minute and she’ll be coming right here on her knees in front of me.

“Sweet girl. Time to stop.” I touch the top of her head.

“Stop? Stop? No?—”

“Yes. Up you go.” I hold out a hand and help her to her feet.

She’s unsteady, so I take her to the side of the bed and lean her over it.

“Are you going to give me a spanking, Daddy?” Her voice still carries some snark. No doubt, she’s annoyed at the missed orgasm.

“Nope.” I yank down her panties and give her a gentle slap.

“Was that a spanking? Because you said?—”

“Trust me, little princess. If I give you a spanking, you won’t have to ask if it was a spanking. You’ll know.”

Her ass is delectable. Someday I’ll fuck her back here. But today, I worship her smooth, rounded cheeks, moving my palms in soothing circles. She wiggles her hips slightly, begging for contact. I know just what she wants, and I’ll almost give it to her.

I push down on her upper back, forcing her to stick her ass out more. Then I reach between her legs, finding her pussy nice and slick.

She gasps. “Yes.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I correct.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“See, I knew you’d be good at this.” I push a finger into her wet hole. She’s so slippery with arousal, there’s almost no resistance, so I slide another one inside.

“Daddy, yes. Please more.” She pushes back against my touch.

“Mmm, I don’t think so. I think this is enough.” I pull my hand away and give her ass an affectionate pat, like all done .

“What the fuck?” She turns to look over her shoulder at me. “You’re not really stopping, are you?”

“I am. For now. Put your underwear back on and come with me to the kitchen.”

“I’ll hang back a few minutes,” she says with a smirk.

“No, you won’t. This is part of your punishment. If you think that means you can take things into your own hands, then you need an extra lesson about who’s the daddy around here.”

She raises her eyebrows in disbelief, but she pulls up her panties and stands up straight. “You’re the boss. For now.”

For always. The sooner she realizes this, the better.

I leave her room and lead the way into the kitchen. She follows, but I don’t look over my shoulder to make sure of it. Right now, she’s compliant if not a little cranky.

I snatch a condom from the stash in the entryway on my way past. If Danica notices, she doesn’t say anything. Once we’re in the kitchen, I grab a glass and fill it with ice cubes.

Danica watches wordlessly as I pluck an ice cube from the glass. When I step toward her with it, she takes a step back.

“Um, what are you doing...Daddy?”

It’s hard not to smile. “The next part of your punishment. Hold still.”

Her mouth drops open in shock as I pull out the front of her panties. When I drop the ice cube in, she shrieks.

“What the—no! Edmund, that is fucking cold.” She reaches for her panties.

I capture her wrist. “No, princess. You can handle it.”

“It’s really cold.” She dances from foot to foot.

“And you’re taking it like a good girl.” I roll up a hand towel and put it on the floor. “Kneel here. Leave the ice cube where it is.”

“It’s moving around when I move.” Her grumbling protest is adorable.

I stand in front of her. My cock is level with her mouth. I take it from my jeans and stroke it in front of her. The ache is exquisite; I’m so hard for her. “Suck me, angel. Make me feel good.”

“But I—” She stops.

“But you’re what?”

“I’m uncomfortable. I don’t like the ice, Daddy.”

“That’s too bad. Because you’re going to rub it around on your pussy lips while you suck me.”

Her gray eyes widen with horror. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Did you think your punishment would be fun?”

“Well, I guess I hoped so.”

“Get to work, little girl.”

She parts her lips and sticks out her tongue, tasting my tip. I nearly fall the fuck over when she opens her mouth wider to take me in.

My voice is hoarse as I say, “Don’t forget to touch yourself with the ice. Get that cunt nice and cold.”

She whimpers around my cock, but does as I ask. I can tell she’s trying to keep the ice as far away from her skin as possible, but I let it go.

Meanwhile, her mouth is paradise on my cock. Warm, sweetly licking and sucking. Her tongue massages my length and she makes soft little sounds in her throat that I can feel in my balls.

I want to fuck her face, but I don’t know how she’d take it. So instead I let her explore me with her lips and tongue. She pulls as much of me into her mouth as possible and hollows her lips. Goddamn, she’ll be the death of me.

“That’s enough.” I pull away from her perfect mouth. “Show me the ice cube.”

She pulls it from her panties. I take it from her fingers and rub it over her lips before popping it into my mouth. Sweet and tangy, just like her.

“Stand up and let me feel you.” I help her to her feet again. When I put my hand down the front of her panties, I find her cold and wet. “You did very well with your first punishment, Danica.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Now that it’s over, she’s even more meek and obedient. She’s a natural at this. How did she not think she’s very kinky?

“I’m going to fuck you now, and because you were so good, I’ll let you pick. Do I bend you over and take you from behind, or set you on the counter?”

“Behind, please.”

“Very well.” I spin her so she’s facing the counter. “Brace yourself, sweetheart. Daddy won’t be gentle.”

* * *

Danica

I had no idea I would love this so much. I’ve known from the start that I loved Edmund and Troy taking charge—that more than I love it, I need it.

I still miss Troy. I want him to come back, and I want to apologize for not listening to him when he wanted to talk. He could’ve explained everything to me and we’d be together right now.

But Edmund’s punishment is freeing me from my Danica Doom Spiral, and I have a feeling that if I text Troy with a sincere apology, all will be well again.

Edmund doesn’t remove his shirt or pants, just keeps his jeans low on his hips so his cock is out. He puts on a condom and grabs my hips. He uses his knee to nudge my legs farther apart. “Still cold, angel?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“This will warm you up.” He thrusts forward.

I gasp and go up on my tiptoes from the force.

“Baby, you feel amazing.” He kisses my ear. “Still cold, though?”

I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

I didn’t think I’d be into the “daddy” talk, but the way we’re doing this feels natural and normal. Thinking back to how Troy has talked to me, too, calling me “baby” and “little girl”...yeah, this makes sense for us.

“Daddy will make you forget all about being cold. I’ll reward you for being so good for me.” He drags out, then thrusts upward again. I grab the counter for purchase, but there’s nothing to hold except the cool granite. “Do you want more?”

“Please,” I moan.

“I thought you might.” He reaches around and touches where we join, his fingers warm against my chilled flesh. “Oh, angel. Let’s warm you up.”

I gasp when he slides his fingers up to make contact with my clit. Cold and hot war within me, confusing my senses. Edmund guides me through, his low voice encouraging.

“You take my cock perfectly, you know that? Angel, you were fucking made for me. Fuck—” He breaks off, his voice ragged. “I hope you come soon, because I can’t hold back much longer. You’re too good.”

His wicked curses, combined with his pumping cock and searching fingers, are sending me over the edge. My muscles tighten, my pussy clenching him. More, faster, we’re chasing the high together.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp.

“Call me Daddy when you do it.”