Free Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) by Megan Michaels Page A

position.” He waited until she obeyed, the spiked heels pressed against her ass, tears in her eyes, the burn in her legs surpassing her need to rub her clit on him. He slowly moved within her, rubbing her scorched skin, and crooning over her.
    “Sorry, Daddy.”
    “I know, babygirl. Let’s get you taken care of.” He kneaded her breasts with his hands while increasing the rhythm of cock within her. He twisted her nipples, her back arching pressing herself into his hands; the aching in her womb, along with the incessant pulsing of her clit had her teetering on the edge of her orgasm.
    “I need permission.” She said the words between gritted teeth, praying he’d relent and give her permission or she’d be coming without his consent.
    “Yes, Libby.” His pelvis smashed into her flesh, and he pushed her knees up into her body, leveraging himself to drive deeper and harder into her, until he stiffened his hot semen spurting into her, catapulting her into her orgasms. She screamed, milking his now sensitive cock, and he moaned with each convulsion of her sex around him.
    He dropped his head into her neck, exhausted, catching his breath. She turned her head to kiss his cheek, only to have him pull away. “No kissing. That’s for good girls. After your punishment, you can kiss me again, speaking of which, it’s time for your assignment.”
    She rolled her eyes, groaning, hoping he had forgotten. “Daddy, you said your father knows how to handle your mother. Do you think he likes to spank her like you do me?”
    Maddox pulled his semi-erect cock out of her. “I don’t even really want to go there. I suppose there’s a possibility, but it’s not something I even want to reflect on—for even a minute. There are just some things that you don’t want to know about your parents.”
    “Yeah, I get that. But if anyone deserves a spanking, it’s your mother.”
    “That’s enough of that, Elizabeth. We’re not discussing my mother and spanking in the same sentence.” Maddox tucked himself back into his pants.
    Libby’s hips thrust watching him redo his belt. He gave her a lazy smile, knowing how she loved watching him do anything with his belt. He tugged her bra and blouse back into place, assisting her off the table. A swift, hard swat to her bottom had her yelping and rising onto her toes. “Sitting on that sting will keep you focused. You have a half hour. Both feet on the floor.” He pointed his finger at the chair and pad of paper, an eyebrow raised in warning.
    “Yes, Daddy.” She picked up her pen, slowly and neatly writing her lines, just as he required, hoping that he was right, and the conversation would be better tomorrow with his parents. Maybe…just maybe, Pam would be sitting on a sore bottom for the phone call too.

“S o are you trying to alienate your only son and his future wife?” David stood with his hands on his hips, his lips thinned, glaring at her angrily.
    “Well, no, of course not. Why would I want that?” God, she couldn’t imagine being without her son, the thought upset her so much she felt a lump in her throat.
    “I don’t know. You tell me why. Your actions will cause you to lose him, have no doubt about that, Pamela. He is going to side with the woman he loves. It’s not up to you to love her. It would be helpful for all involved, but it’s not a requirement. But for you, for us, what is a requirement is that you are civil and not instigate trouble.”
    “I tried, David. But did you hear her? She wants a fu—simple outdoor wedding? It’s his first wedding. He doesn’t have kids near twenty and a divorce behind him. God, that woman has just…she’s ruined everything.” Pam’s hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white, and her body trembling.
    “Yes, I heard you talking about it. What I didn’t hear was our son saying it. We need to hear his side, Pamela. You know better than to act like this. I thought we solved some of these issues years ago. Apparently,