Daddy’s Discipline

When desire collides with the ultimate taboo

At 23, I never expected my mom to send me to some stupid brat camp to “fix” my attitude. I’m planning to be the brattiest woman ever and get tossed out just to prove her wrong. But my plans change the moment I lay eyes on a hot older guy that I can’t resist.

I decide I’m going to stay and get my fill of this older man, but he infuriates me by refusing to sleep with me. Just when I think things can’t get more complicated, I discover that this mysterious man is actually my long-lost father.

Now, it’s game on. I’m determined to get what I want and shock him when he finds out who I am—after it’s too late.

Daddy’s Discipline is a taboo age-gap romance and the first in a thrilling three-book series, featuring a long-lost father clueless about his daughter’s true identity, secrets and revenge, scorching chemistry, and a forbidden attraction that leads to an unforgettable, filthy HEA.

Word count: 6800. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

I look around the cabin and note the tiny size. The queen size bed barely fits inside and there are two end tables on either side that take up what little space there is between the bed and wall. A simple dresser with a mirror above it sits next to the bathroom and is the only other furniture in the room. I suppose I should unpack my things, but then what would I do for the rest of the night?

When a knock comes to my door a moment later, I jump in fright. Did they find out that I’m a terrible, ungrateful daughter who can’t appreciate all the sacrifices her mom has made? That’s what my mom said when she announced I was going to Brat Camp this morning.

I open the door with a sullen expression, and I’m face to face with the most gorgeous older man I’ve ever seen. Tall, dark, and handsome are certainly true adjectives for this man’s appearance. And he has the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen, but it’s his huge, muscular frame that really revs my engine. Who knew I’d be so attracted to an older guy? He must be in his forties.

“Hi, I’m Cameron. I’ll be your trainer.”

Oooh, Daddy, you can train me any day. Luckily, my mouth doesn’t verbalize the thought. What kind of training does this camp give, anyway? I’d take some sexual training from a Daddy like him.

I’m about to respond to his introduction when he continues. “Your session starts now, so get used to taking orders.”

When he sees my frown, he smirks. “I know you aren’t happy about being here, but I hear you have a tendency to act like a brat.”

What crap did my mother tell them about me? This is total bullshit! I stick my tongue out at him before slamming the door closed with him still outside and locking the door. I hate her!

As I wait for his reaction, I expect him to yell, curse, or even demand that I let him inside, but he does nothing of the sort. Instead, I can hear his deep laughter on the other side of the door, as if this is some big joke. When a few minutes pass and he still doesn’t say anything, I move closer to the door and unlock it so that I can peek outside.

To my utter surprise and embarrassment, Cameron is still standing there calmly with a smug smile on his face. Damn him for being so infuriating and cocky!

As I cross my arms and glare at him, Cameron motions for me to come forward. I hesitate but eventually oblige his request after seeing his stern expression. There’s something about him that makes me want to obey him.

When he offers his hand, I accept it. As my palm touches his, my pu$$y quivers and I can feel myself getting wet. He’s got huge hands with thick fingers. Is his c*ck just as thick?

I allow him to guide me toward the main cabin, the one where I met with Mrs. Meyer, only instead of going in through the front door, he leads me around to the back and up the porch steps. Once on the porch, he releases my hand and pushes the door open, revealing a room filled with toys and play items, much like a child’s nursery.

Confused about what’s going on, I stand frozen in place until he motions me inside while remaining silent. When I remain stationary, he grabs me painfully by my upper arm, pulling me forward.

“Ouch!”

The asshole is hurting me. That might leave bruises.

When we reach the middle of the room, he lets go of my arm and says, “So here’s the deal. You’re stuck here, so you might as well get used to it and stop being a little c*nt. Boys your age might think your brattiness is exciting because it makes the s3x wild, but I can tell you right now, it’s exhausting for everyone else. So you’re going to cut the bullshit.”

What the f*ck? How DARE he talk to me like this.

I can feel my face turning red as he continues. “You might think you’re special, but you’re not. I’ve had 20 Tiffany’s come through here in the last two years and I’ve broken them all. I’m going to send you back to your parents a changed woman.”

Ugh, my parents… it’s just been my mom raising me since my dad ditched us when I was four. She claims she spoiled me and now I’m a brat, but screw her. But I think she was serious about selling all my stuff and not letting me back home.

I stew for a moment and then sigh. Well, f*ck, I guess I’m stuck here. A grin tugs at the corner of Cameron’s lips, and I can tell he’s amused at my silence. Bastard! I guess I have no choice but to play along and do as he says… for now.