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

body, paying particular attention to her sore bottom, massaging it gently. An occasional moan or hiccup would have him kissing her gently, whispering, “Daddy’s good girl.” He never missed an opportunity to boost her self-esteem, even while she slept.

L ibby and Maddox had decided that a small wedding with a collaring ceremony at The Playpen with their close friends from the club. This would be followed a week later with a much more formal outdoor wedding at a ranch in Pala. The ceremony would be a small outdoor, evening wedding and a pig roast for family and friends. If it were raining, it would be in a decorated barn, but hopefully, the weather would cooperate, and they would wed outside, facing the mountains with a pool nearby as well as horses in nearby pastures.
    Libby worried that Maddox would want a large church wedding since he had never been married. As time went on, Maddox loved the idea more and more—they’d have the best of both worlds—informal collaring and a formal outdoor wedding.
    “Your mother probably has stringent, preplanned ideas of how your wedding will be, Daddy.” She had been sitting at the table with her coffee that morning, looking at their address book trying to decide on the guest list. They were trying to keep the guest list under one hundred for whatever good that would do them. His mother would be pushing toward two hundred she had no doubt.
    “But this isn’t her wedding; this is my wedding. We’ll discuss the details with her, adjusting where it makes sense. However, if her wishes are too expensive or don’t meet our plans in a reasonable manner, we say no. That’s it. She’ll be fine.” Maddox looked up from grading student papers on his computer.
    “I guess. I just…I think she won’t like it.”
    Daddy closed the computer, and Libby swallowed, hoping she hadn’t upset him. He reached across the table enveloping her hand in his. “Sweetie, let Daddy handle this. If my mother calls, let it go to voicemail.”
    “But—”
    “No buts. Let it go to voicemail. I’ll call her this weekend and inform her of our plans. Clear?” He tipped her chin up with his forefinger.
    “Yes, Sir.” She sighed loudly, not sure he would be right this time. Libby had her doubts.
    “Trust me. It’ll be okay. I just don’t want you to engage with her at this point—it’ll be better if we do this as a team. I know how to handle her—well as well as anyone does.” He rolled his eyes, patting her hand gently. “Let’s get going. I have to be at the University early. There’s a naughty girl I need to meet with because she isn’t doing her assignments. Too bad I can’t spank them all.” He stood, closing his laptop, winking at her.
    “Don’t you even think about it—my ass is the only one you’ll be touching. For a long time. Does that thought frighten you?” She was joking, but part of her worried about that. Worried that the daily barrage of young girls would someday be what made her lose him—for good.
    “It doesn’t frighten me in the least, little girl. You’re the only girl I’ve wanted for a long time, and after we’ve married and I’ve collared you, you’ll be stuck with me forever. Happily.” He kissed her lips gently, weaving his hand into her hair, pulling it roughly until the burn and tug had her head tilted back. “ Mine!”
    ***
    Maddox stared at Tabitha Gains, using his best flinty, stern professor glare. Her long silky brown hair hung past her shoulders, and she chewed on her lip, her brown doe eyes were bright, he was sure, with the beginning of tears. He’d been through this before with countless students, including his fiancée and Sassy. The women wanted the fun of being in school, meeting new friends, busy social life with drinking and parties, but when it came to studying and assignments, they missed the correlation that if they failed their classes, all these activities would end with their expulsion.
    It took great discipline—balancing