Carnal Indulgence (Desiring the Forbidden Book 3) Read Free

balls, stroking the wiry hair there, kissing his now semi flaccid cock.
    “I love you, Daddy.”
    “I love you too, baby. Let’s take a nap and then we’ll order some takeout.”
    “Oh, thank God. I don’t think I could cook dinner if I tried.” She giggled, flopping into bed next to him, laying her head on his chest. She fell asleep almost immediately.
    Maddox lightly traced the track marks on her bottom as she slumbered. The tram lines still felt hot to the touch. He loved feeling them under the pad of his finger, and he reveled in the power and sadistic pleasure of being the cause of her cane stripes. Maddox took pleasure in knowing that she’d remember him because of the burn that permeated her consciousness the next day. Libby would remember him, thinking about the dominance he had over her, respecting his authority and discipline.
    She’d soon be his wife . His love, carrying his name.

L ibby’s walked to the Social Security Administration Office where she held a management job in human resources, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk. Nothing beat a fall day in Los Angeles—crystal blue sky without a cloud in the sight, sunny and warm.
    The lower stripes from the cane rubbed against her stockings, as did the garters Maddox made her wear this morning. She had hoped to slide on a skirt with a thong, no restrictions or anything binding against her sore bottom, but Maddox had been ready for her.
    His sadistic side made her put on lacy briefs; the material would be rubbing on her skin all day. Then when he opened her panty drawer, pulling out her garter and stockings, her face had dropped. She’d tried begging, tugging on the reasonable side of him, pleading that it would make work almost impossible. And Maddox, as frustratingly devilish as he was handsome, had winked at her, responding, “That’s the point, my dear.”
    With every stride she took, those damn garter belts brushed against the horizontal stripes on her bottom, in addition, the lace brushing against the already inflamed skin. No doubt it would be a long day.
    Her mind went to the wedding— their wedding— which often happened these days. Libby had found some adorable invitations. They were tan burlap with what looked like lacy doilies on the edging—country, yet classy—just as she pictured their wedding. The choice was between white, silver, or slate accent designs on the invitation. She’d shown him the options, and Daddy had said that he couldn’t see any difference between slate and silver and, therefore, he chose white to avoid confusion.
    Who does that?
    Avoiding it was just too damn logical. Personally, she liked the slate and thought the silver was just a tad too bright. She tried explaining this to him, but he cut her off and said, “You asked me for my opinion. I choose white. The other two look the same, and I don’t want to deal with the confusion.”
    Libby had snatched the invitations away from him, stomping out the room, muttering “Idiot” under her breath as she left. She should have known that Maddox, with his keen sense of hearing for anything naughty, wouldn’t miss the derogatory word.
    “Come back here, Elizabeth.”
    That had been her first clue. She should have noted that he’d used her formal name and not “Libby.” Should have known that she was skating on thin ice, and gone to him apologetically, sweetly asking for forgiveness.
    Instead, looking back, she had sealed her fate with her reaction. Libby had spun on her high heels, stomping toward him, pounding her feet on the hardwood floors, tossing the invitations back onto the table in front of him. “How can you not know the difference between slate and silver? I mean you’re a damn professor, aren’t you? The question isn’t difficult, Daddy, just choose.”
    He’d quickly risen from his chair, pinching her chin tightly between his thumb and forefinger. “I guess the professors at UCLA didn’t think it was necessary to assure that every