Tryst by Jordan Silver Page A

half, not even a little bit regretful about what I was about to do next. It seems I needed to break her of this fucked up habit she has.
    Flirting with other dicks especially when she knew I was watching was a serious offense. Everything else aside, that shit was not something I was willing to overlook. She could’ve found a million other ways to make her displeasure known.
    “I said come here now, I’m going to teach you once and for all not to fuck with me like that. Do you think you can make me look the damn fool and get away with it?” I was getting more pissed with each word that passed my lips. I didn’t move another inch forward; let her come to me.
    “No daddy no, I’ll be good.” She was still backing up the hardheaded little fuck but I wasn’t about to chase her around the room. Just a crook of a finger was all it took to have her moving front and center. She was pretty in tune with my moods so she had to know that she had gone way beyond what was acceptable.
    I wasn’t going to threaten her with leaving, that shit fucks her up, but I sure the fuck was going to make sure she knew once and for all that this was a dangerous game. I’d almost knocked that boy’s head off. As it stood I was giving serious thought to costing him his job and that shouldn’t be, because she was the culprit.
    “Daddy…” She was scared, as she should be. She’d only felt my wrath once or twice before and I’d gone easy on her then. This time she knew she was in deep shit. She should’ve thought out her little plot better. Trying to get back at me was never a good idea. I always win. She was never going to escape me, no matter how fucking mad she got about whatever the fuck. And shaking her ass and waving her tits in front of some poor fool was only liable to get his ass killed and get her exactly what she was about to receive.
    “Get those clothes off.” I ignored my hard dick, which stayed that way around her no matter what. She could hold a gun on me and I’d still want to fuck her, as I planned to right after I tear her little ass up for being a bitch. I’d had one bitch in my life already I wasn’t about to see her go down that road, acting the fuck out when she didn’t get her way.
    She fumbled out of her clothes as I watched, her eyes never straying too far from the belt in my hand. For someone who had so much damn lip she sure was afraid of retribution. Of course the sight of her body got a reaction but I tamped down on that shit. It wouldn’t be the first time she made my cock leak all over my jeans.
    “Turn around.” Her firm young ass came into view and had my cock thumping against my zipper. He’ll have to wait until after. It was never a good idea to let these things fester. Who knows what the fuck she’d try next. And if I fucked her before I punished her misbehaving ass she’d always think she could get over on me. No, it was best to rein her ass in now.
    Our situation was already rife with pitfalls and bullshit; I didn’t need the added headache of her ass trying this shit every time things didn’t go her way because she knew she had me wrapped around her fucking little finger and would let her get away with it.
    I acknowledged to myself that I knew it was harmless, that she would never actually go through with it. It was the thought that for even one second, some other dick thought he stood a chance with what’s rightfully mine. That’s the shit I have to destroy.
    “Lean over and grab the bed post.” My bed was a fucking monster, one of those old mahogany numbers that weighed a ton, with posters as big as my legs. She did as she was told but still looked over her shoulder to see where me, and the belt was.
    “Eyes front.” She whipped her head back around and held on tight. She was already whimpering low in her throat and her legs begun to rub together. I took the opportunity to walk up close and run my hand over her ass cheeks.
    “Damn, it’s a shame to heat these up, they look so