Step-Sinner (Wanting What’s Wrong #8) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
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The details are hazy, but the goal is clear.

“Now, bend over. You broke a rule and I told you there would be consequences. I you can’t count of me to hold the line when it’s hard, you won’t count on me when it really matters.”

“What rule did I break?”

I reach inside my jacket and withdraw proof of her offence watching the pink flush creep up her chest to her neck blooming all the way to meet her blushing cheeks.

“That’s--you saw that at the airport. You knew I had it.”

I tip my head. “True. But, once you were here, and you knew the rules, you kept it in your room. Even plugged it in.”

Her meadow green eyes narrow as she pushes her tongue against eh back of her teeth. “You were snooping in my room. In my private things.”

I shake my head. “There’s no such thing here as snooping. Rule number—”

“Four.” She cuts me off, her eyes rolling back as she snorts in defiance. “Cleaning and maintenance or whatever. Yeah, ust say, ‘We reserve the right to snoop in your room at any time for any reason.”

“Time for that trust, Kitty. Trust that I will enforce the rules. Bend. Over.” I step to her side, spinning my hand to the back of her neck guiding her body down as she bends at the waist, her full braless tits shifting high onto her chest pushing like flesh pillows all the way to her collarbones. “Legs apart, grab your ankles.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She mutters but assumes the position as my dick fills the front of my pants like a missile ready to fire.

“Yet, you are doing it. Good girl.”

I don’t know what this girl is doing to me, but I know I want more of it.

My cock jerks, balls throbbing.

“Because you make me feel…” She pauses, the insides of her thighs already quivering as I yank the elastic of her little shorts and her panties down to her ankles in one jerk then walk back around and pull her hair from her face. “I don’t know what you make me feel.”

“Like you belong to me.” I add, crouching down, holding her hair back in my fist while planting a soft kiss on her lips as she cocks her head sideways. She intensifies the kiss, her tongue moving warm through my lips, her need coming through with the moan that vibrates as I draw back, my eyes fall to where her hands grip just above where the lime green and white striped socks fold down over her ankles. “Here, I need this.”

I loosen her grip of one of her hands, sliding off the pink velvet stretchy band I know the girls call a scrunchie off her fingers, then returning her hand into position.

“I want to see your face.” I comb her hair through with my fingers before looping the silky length into a soft bun on the top of her head.

“How did you know how to do that?”

I chuckle, pinching her chin before standing up, my dick weeping at the sight of her bare ass. Her thick thighs and the peek of pink surrounded by a few deeper golden curls that brushed my fingers in the boathouse.

“When you hang around teenage girls for a few years, you become an expert at the ins and outs of a messy bun. I’ve never done the honors myself, but I’ve watched the process thousands of times. Now,” I run my hand over the curve of her ass, biting back the moan that gathers in my throat. “I’m your man. I’m also your Daddy. Rules are rules and your punishments may sometimes be my pleasure. Yours as well.”

Smack. I bring down the first swat, watching the beauty of her ass jiggle as she yelps, her fingertips digging into her calves.

“No playing without permission. Say it.” I order, drawing back and setting my hand in a second loud swat on top of the first, nearly blowing in my pants at the sight of my handprint rising on her ivory flesh.

I deliver a third, her hissing growing louder as her knees buckle for a moment and I run my hand over her lower back, assessing the level of tension as she exhales on a long sigh and what I thought she needed is affirmed.

“Say it. No playing without permission.” I repeat with another smack of soft flesh under my palm on the other side only this time, I settle my hand on top of the rising handprint and dig my fingertips into the pliant flesh.

“Okay! No playing without permission.” Her voice cracks as I hold the handful of her ass tight, but not enough to leave bruises. No, she’s had enough of those for now, someday, when she’s ready, but the others are fresh and until that memory is soothed, I hold back.


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