Discipline (Delilah, #3)

By Lisa Lott

Genre: Erotica/Femdom/BDSM
Age: 18+
Length: 6000+ Word Short Story


"Men are filthy beasts with nasty needs, and when they stumble and fall prey to their most sinful urges, they look to me for discipline, and I give them the pain they desire, the agony they deserve, and I am their Meretseger, and they fall beneath my staff."


Jason is a marine with many sins to confess, and he looks to Delilah to give him the discipline he deserves.


Each book in the Delilah Series can be read as a standalone story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Briteka Publishing
• Release date: Jul 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513056791

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Discipline: Delilah #3

By

Lisa Lott

Briteka Publishing

Detroit, Michigan

This work is a piece of adult fiction. All characters and events are completely the work of the creator’s imagination. All purchasers must be at least 18 years old.

Copyright © 2015 by Lisa Lott

All Rights Reserved

Men are filthy beasts with nasty needs, and when they stumble and fall prey to their most sinful urges, they look to me for discipline, and I give them the pain they desire, the agony they deserve, and I am their Meretseger, and they fall beneath my staff.

The cool air blew hard against my naked arms, and I embraced the chill as it ran through me. The dark autumn clouds hung low in the air, and they were gray and pregnant, and I scurried to The Mansion’s door, hoping to be in its warm confines before the water broke and the clouds gave birth.

One drop of water fell against my short black hair, then another, and I increased my speed, my heels thumping against the gravel as I ran.

I entered The Mansion’s grand foyer just in time, and I could hear the thunder roll, loud and close, before the falling rain drummed out its staccato rhythm on the ground outside. I closed the door, blocking the rain, and smiled at the warmth of The Mansion’s foyer.

The Mansion’s usual scent of incense was absent in the air, and I missed the sweet fulfilling fragrance as I walked to Mistress Marilyn’s office. I had grown accustomed to the welcoming scent over the years, and I would feel Delilah awake each time I smelled it, but today was different, and I frowned as I knocked on the big brown door.

Come in! Come in! Mistress Marilyn called, and I was happy to hear the joy in her voice.

I pushed the door open and was greeted by Mistress Marilyn’s smiling face. She leaned back