Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tazzy clung to Jaxon’s back as the big Harley roared down the winding Tennessee backroads, the wind whipping past her helmet and making her feel gloriously, dangerously alive.
Every lean into a curve pressed her tighter against his solid frame, her thighs squeezing his hips while the powerful vibration of the engine hummed straight through her bones and settled low in her belly like liquid heat.
Ravage had been right about the road. She'd forgotten how freeing this felt, how the world blurred into streaks of green and gold while she held onto her Daddy and let him take complete control.
The stupid helmet he'd insisted she wear kept her safe, but it couldn't contain the wild, giddy laugh that bubbled up from her chest every time he opened the throttle.
For the first time in years, she felt small and protected and utterly free all at once, her heart racing with the same thrilling rush she got when Jaxon looked at her.
The late afternoon sun painted the East Tennessee mountains in soft gold, washing the ancient ridges and deep hollows in warm, honeyed light.
Still, her mind stayed fixed on the man in front of her.
Her arms wrapped tight around his waist, her body pressed flush against his broad back while the big engine rumbled between her thighs.
Every powerful vibration sent sparks dancing across her skin. The quick spanking she'd earned earlier for arguing about wearing the helmet still left a warm, delicious throb across her bottom, but the ache felt right. Like the world had finally clicked back into place.
They’d taken the long way home so they could get some road time in.
She was disappointed to see they were approaching their driveway.
Pulling in, Jaxon cut the engine. He turned to her, startling blue eyes steady.
“Inside, Sprite. We need to talk about your rules now that you’re back with Daddy for real. ”
Her stomach flipped with a mix of nerves and excitement. She followed him into the house, heart beating faster with every step. They went straight to the big couch in the living room. Jaxon pulled her onto his lap, so she straddled his thighs. His hands settled on her hips, warm and possessive.
“New rules,” he said, voice low and certain. “These aren't the same ones we had before. We're different people now. I'm not letting anything happen to you again. So we write them down together. That way they fit who we are today.”
Tazzy nodded, biting her lip. She liked this side of him. The sharp, protective edge that'd grown stronger in the years apart. It made her feel small and safe at the same time. Hearing his “Daddy voice” made her tingle all over.
Jaxon reached for the notebook on the coffee table, being careful to hold her in place.
He leaned back and opened it to a fresh page.
“Safety and protection come first. Daddy promises to keep you safe, physically and emotionally.
That means I decide what risks you take.
You don't argue when I say something's off limits. Like riding a motorcycle without a helmet.”
She shifted on his lap, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Open communication,” he continued, writing each line in his bold handwriting. “You tell me when you're scared, sad, or hurt. No hiding it. I want every feeling, babygirl. I need to know what’s wrong so I can make it better.”
Tazzy’s throat tightened. She'd spent eight years hiding so much. The idea of laying everything bare felt scary and risky, but the way he looked at her made her want to try.
“Routine and structure,” he said. “Bedtime's ten o’clock sharp. No screens thirty minutes before. You eat at least one healthy snack every day and drink all your water. It’s the small things that keep you healthy and steady.”
She smiled softly. “I can do that.”
“Respect for boundaries goes both ways. These rules are firm, but they belong to both of us. You respect the rules, and I respect when you need to talk about them. We won’t be perfect.
As a matter of fact, I can guarantee I won’t be.
Growing and learning means mistakes, but mistakes are okay because they’re lessons, not failures. We’ll learn together.”
Tazzy leaned forward and kissed his jaw. “I like that part.”
“Aftercare's non-negotiable. After a punishment or any hard moment of any kind, I promise to hold you. And when a punishment is over, it’s over. I’ll wrap you up in your favorite blanket with Lord Nightwing and get your vampire water bottle filled with flavored water.
I’ll make sure you feel safe and loved. Then, of course, there’s the daily check-ins, cuddles, and telling you how proud I am of my good girl. ”
Her eyes stung with happy tears. This was the Daddy she'd missed. The one who saw her. Really saw her and understood her need for that reinforcement. It had been so long.
“Last one,” he said, voice dropping lower.
“Respectful communication. Even when I enforce a rule, we use kind words.
You can brat within limits, but when I say enough, you listen.
And you may have missed it, but I can be as possessive as fuck when I need to be.
That part of me doesn't get locked away anymore.”
Tazzy shivered. She loved the sharper edges he'd grown. She loved that he no longer tried to soften them for her.
“I agree to all of that,” she whispered. “I want this, Daddy. The real us.”
Jaxon cupped her face and kissed her slow and deep. When he pulled back, his eyes held that dark promise she craved. “Good girl. Now let's get dinner started. Daddy's hungry.”
They moved to the kitchen as one. Tazzy set the table while Jaxon cooked chicken, rice, and a big bowl of steamed broccoli. He poured her a glass of milk and set it beside her plate.
She sat down and stared at the green vegetables. Her nose wrinkled. She knew the new rules. It had only been a few minutes since she’d agreed to all of them. But the only way to find out if a boundary is really there is to test it, right?
“I don't want to eat any veggies, Daddy.”
Jaxon’s eyebrow rose as he took his seat across from her. “You don’t have to want to eat them to eat them, Tazzy. They're good for you.”
She poked at one floret with her fork. “I don't wanna.”
His voice stayed calm, but the stern edge sharpened. “Little girl, you know the rule. Healthy meals for growing goth girls. Broccoli counts. Now eat.”
Tazzy crossed her arms and gave him her best pout. “I don't want to, and you can't make me.” She’d see how serious New Jaxon really was.
The words hung in the air. She felt the thrill of bratting mixed with the nervous flutter in her belly. Jaxon set his fork down slowly. His eyes darkened in that way that always made her stomach flip.
“Stand up.”
Her heart raced. She pushed back her chair and stood. Jaxon rose too, took her hand, and led her to the living room couch. He sat and guided her across his lap without another word. Her stomach pressed against his hard thigh, her bottom lifted high.
He tugged her jeans and panties down to her knees in one smooth motion. Cool air rushed over her newly bared bottom, making her shiver even before the first swat fell. Jaxon’s broad palm settled warm and heavy on her naked cheeks, resting there, a promise of what was coming.
“You earned this, babygirl,” he said, voice low and unyielding. “Daddy gave you a clear rule. You chose to push anyway. Now you’re going to feel exactly what happens when you do.”
The first firm swat landed hard, right in the center of her bottom with a sharp, resounding crack. There was no gentle warm-up from her Daddy — never had been. The sting exploded across her skin like a burst of fire, sharp and bright, making her gasp and jolt forward over his thigh.
He didn’t rush. Each measured smack fell with deliberate force, one after another, building a slow, relentless heat that sank deeper into her flesh with every impact.
Tazzy squirmed hard, her legs kicking helplessly as the burn grew hotter, spreading across both cheeks in throbbing waves.
His heavy arm locked around her waist, holding her exactly where he wanted her, no matter how much she wriggled.
“Tell Daddy you’ll eat your veggies,” he ordered, his voice dark and steady.
Another hard swat landed on her right cheek, the sting blooming outward like liquid fire. “Ow!”
The next one caught the undercurve of her left cheek, sharper and meaner, sending a fresh jolt of heat straight down to her toes. “Owie! Daddy!” This “testing the boundaries” thing was a horrible idea.
The stings kept building, layer upon layer, until the surface burn had turned into a deep, throbbing ache that pulsed with every heartbeat.
Her bottom felt impossibly hot, tight, and swollen, the fire sinking all the way into the muscle.
Tears pricked at her eyes and spilled over as the pain finally overwhelmed her stubbornness.
“I’m sorry, Daddy!” she cried out, her voice breaking on a sob. “I’ll eat my veggies, I promise! Please—”
He delivered five more solid swats in quick succession, each one harder than the last. Fresh tears streamed down her face until she was gasping and whimpering over his lap.
Only then did he stop. His big hand immediately began rubbing slow, gentle circles over her blazing-hot bottom, soothing the fierce burn even as the heat continued to radiate outward.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice softening just a fraction. “That’s my brave little darkling.”
Jaxon held her on his lap, one hand stroking slow circles on her back while the other cupped her tender bottom. He spread his legs wider to make her more comfortable as he continued to rub her back. Every gentle pass of his palm over her sore cheeks sent sparks racing through her.