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Daddy’s Discipline

Author: Luciana Rielle
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-02 20:24:24

Her skin burned, every nerve alive, her ass stinging under his palm. She was sobbing and wet, tears slipping down her cheeks, but the sound that tore from her throat wasn’t just pain. It was need.

Rhett leaned over her, pressing his mouth close to her ear, voice a low, feral rumble.

“You feel that? That ache in your cunt? That’s mine too. I wired you so even your pain turns into need when it comes from me.”

His fingers slipped beneath the thin strip of her g-string, dragging it aside. He groaned, deep and guttural.

“Dripping,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You brat, you’re soaking. You act like you can fight me, but your body tells the truth every damn time.”

She whined, trying to push up from his lap, but his hand flattened her back against his thighs.

“Stay.” The command snapped through the room like a whip. She stilled instantly, body betraying her even as her mind screamed at her to resist.

He let his fingers trace the slickness between her thighs, slowly, torturously slow. The
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    JUNO HAYES“Wow.”That was all Rhett said as he ate the last spoonful of broth and let the spoon clatter into the bowl. The single word was rough, simple, but the look on his face—satisfaction, almost boyish in its honesty—made something warm spark in my chest.I smiled before I could stop myself. I liked that look. Loved it, if I was honest. The quiet contentment that told me I’d done something right, that I’d given someone a piece of comfort they didn’t even know they needed. Maybe that was why I loved being submissive. Not in the shallow sense most people thought some outdated belief that women were made to serve—but in the real way. The deeper way. Giving. Pleasing. Finding my own power in knowing someone else could lean on me and want what I gave.I took his bowl before he could, ignoring his muttered protest, and carried it to the sink. The warm water gushed as I rinsed it out, the simple rhythm of soap and sponge calming me. Normal. Safe. My hands moved automatically, almost gr

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  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    Even the Mighty Break

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  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    Another Door Opens

    JUNO HAYES “Why are you looking so….” Nina murmured, trailing off and I turned to look at her, my brow raised as I made my way out the university wellness center, she had come to pick me up to go celebrate.Nina had just gotten promoted at her job as marketing manager for a big Seoul-based beauty brand’s U.S. branch, the kind of position she’d been chasing for years. The jump from assistant manager to manager meant more money, more travel, and more responsibility and she was glowing with it.“How do I say this….” Nina, squinted. Her head tilted in that way she always did when she was studying me.I arched a brow at her, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. “So… what?”She smirked, unlocking her car with a beep. “I don’t know. Different. Do you have a new boyfriend I don’t know about?”I froze mid-step. My mind immediately betrayed me, flashing back to that night—two days ago—Rhett’s teeth at my throat, his hand fisted in my hair, his cock buried so deep inside me I thought I’d lose mysel

  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    On His Knees

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  • The Hockey player's submissive professor    Crossing the Line

    The sound of their bodies colliding echoed obscenely in the room, wet, filthy, brutal. Every thrust drove her forward on the couch, her thighs quaking, her body nothing but a vessel for his cock.Rhett’s teeth bared in a feral grin as he watched her crumble. “Good little girl… taking me so fucking deep. You love being split open, don’t you?”Her broken moan was answer enough.With a growl, he shifted, his hand clamping down around the back of her neck as he yanked her upright. Juno gasped, her back crashing against the solid wall of his chest. His other hand slid down, hooking under her thigh, dragging her left leg up and out, folding her small frame open like she was made to bend for him.“Fuck, yes…” Rhett hissed, his breath hot against her ear as he held her neck in a firm choke, her pulse fluttering under his palm. “So tiny. So fucking flexible. My little doll.”Her cry split the air when he drove back into her from this new angle, deeper, sharper, his cock spearing straight into

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