by Olivia Fox
I was going to teach her my own particular brand of discipline, which meant she would have to do as I said and earn her rewards.
The time was right to show her this wasn’t a game. This was her new life.
Chapter Five
“Strip. From the waist down,” said the ogre—that was my new nickname for him. When had he gotten so mean?
So beastly.
So big?
I had to admit, sassing him was a turn on. His whole Daddy Dom fixation was hot as Hades. Was I familiar with DD/lg? Please. If they doled out BA’s in Literotica, mine would be gold framed.
His stern, sober demeanor was new with me, and I loved getting a reaction out of him. The Buck I knew was always unflappable.
He laid me on the bed, naked down below, and I felt unprotected under his heated gaze.
“Hands behind your head. No moving,” the giant growled.
I obeyed, and he slowly inched his hand closer to the apex of my thighs. I kept staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore how close he was to being able to slide his fingers inside my hoochie hole.
I went through my ABCs to distract myself. Losing the battle, I rocked my hips, trying to get him to touch me more. All those years of taking his gentle presence for granted, I never knew there was an unrelenting barbarian beneath the facade.
“Make me come, Conan,” I whispered.
Buck pulled his hand away over my 80s movie joke and brought it down quickly, swatting my pussy. I yelped and thrashed, but he had my legs pinned and spread open in place.
“I’m the one who decides when to pleasure you,” he purred in my ear as he lightly traced his fingers over my cleavage. He dragged his stubbled chin down my neck, pausing for a bite, and leaned down to suck at the flesh above my nipple, laving it with his tongue. “Unless you'd like to beg?”
I scowled. As much as I longed to have his fingers inside me and his wicked mouth between my legs, I couldn't bring myself to beg for it. Which he knew perfectly well. “Never!” I refused.
“Hold still then. I’m going to mark you as mine.” He bent his head and began to lick my breasts with his enormous, flat tongue. I couldn’t help imagining it elsewhere. Every now and then, he stopped his licking to suck at my flesh. Hard. I surprised myself, wanting to wear his marks.
All over.
“Don’t make a sound,” he growled.
I breathed deeply, biting my lower lip to hold back a moan as he ran his colossal fingers up and down my sex. He rubbed once, twice around my clit. Each time he did so, intensity flamed through me, making my stomach coil.
“You're so hot down here,” he said, cupping his fingers over my pussy. “I think you need something to cool off.” Then he left the room.
“Where are you going?” I called after him. This was torture.
He stomped back with a disapproving look on his face. “Excuse me?”
“I, um, I just wanted to know why you were leaving. I don’t like it when you go.”
“You are so pretty. So needy.” He put his hand over my throat and squeezed. “I like it. Now stay here and don’t make a sound.” He grabbed my neck like a handle and shook me against the mattress to make his point. The back of my head bounced off the pillow. “I’ll be right back. Promise.” He opened the top drawer out of his nightstand and pulled out something made of black silk. “This will help.”
Before I knew it, I was blind and he was walking away again.
“Don’t move,” he snarled. My mind was spinning with his juxtaposed tenderness and the threat of brutality. And my pussy was rolling out a very wet welcome mat.
Two minutes passed like hours. He returned with the distinct clink of ice in a glass.
“You just happen to keep blindfolds in your nightstand drawer? I feel so special,” I practically spit at him.
He lifted the silk cloth. “Eyes on me, princess.”
I looked up at him.
“Every part of this house is for you. I’ve never brought a woman here. You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to come home to every night.”
“Oh please, Buck. You expect me to believe you?”
“It’s true, pumpkin. I’ve never had a woman stay the night here. I’ve been waiting.” He’d always had a silly habit of calling me animal names, but what he had never, ever done was grab the hair on both sides of my head and tug it toward the mattress.
“Make it worth my wait, baby.” He pulled the blindfold back up and covered my eyes. “Now, we need to take care of something.”
I gasped as he traced my lips with an ice cube—the nether lips, if you know what I mean.
“Poor baby has been so neglected. Maybe she knows what it’s like to be me, endlessly frustrated. It’s about time that pretty cunt of yours got some attention.”
His dirty talk heated me from the inside. I couldn’t help it; I raised my hips at him.
Slap.
“Did I say you could move?”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No, Daddy.” I could have said “sir,” but Daddy felt right.
He moaned and stirred, making an indefinable noise.
Then I heard a noise, which couldn’t be mistaken for anything but the whir of a vibrator.
“I bought you organic liquid at Bohemian Ecstasy, princess. Only the best for my girl. You’re already wet, but this wand is extremely strong, and you might need lubricant in order to handle it.”
I started to pant. The blindfold made me acutely aware of what I was feeling, and it was so fucking hot to have Buck, my platonic friend since forever, talking to me like this.
I’d had no idea he had it in him.
“Now, when you refuse your discipline, Daddy has to punish you.” I heard the machine buzz up to blast mode. “Why are you being punished?”
“Because you’re a meanie?”
“Wrong answer.”
Suddenly, the buzz of the sex toy accelerated and was applied directly to my clit. I struggled on the bed when the explosion of sensation hit hard.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t move. You really need to learn to listen, don’t you? Go ahead and tell me what you want me to do to you. Maybe I’ll give you a treat.”
“Oh, God. Everything. Please,” I moaned as he began to smear my clit with lubricant with one hand and use the wand on my nipples with the other. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
“Anything?” Again, he placed the evil wand at the epicenter of my unrequited orgasms and pressed down hard. He started with the low speed and gradually increased it to the highest power, pulling it away when he sensed I was reaching gratification.
“Tell me what is happening right now, Roxy?”
“You are being a complete douche nozzle, that’s what!” I yelled.
I heard the belt come off and gave up on my bratty approach.
Engage tears and set feminine wiles to stun.
Sniff. “Please.” Sniff. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“Oh, I’m afraid it’s way too late for crocodile tears, and your little act doesn’t fool me. I’ve seen it from you a million times. I’m not one of your slow-witted, cowpoke boy toys you can wrap around your little finger.”
He rolled me over.
Thwack. The looped belt came down across my already sore bottom. I struggled against him, trying to get up, but I was blind and way weaker than he was.
Thwack!
“What’s happening now, Roxy?”
“You’re spanking meeeeeeeee,” I wailed and twisted under him.
“And why is that? What did you do in the kitchen?”
“I t-told you no.”
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The belt was much worse than his bare hand. I writhed beneath him, which only caused his enormous bulge to grow hard like a brick. I could feel it on the back of my thighs.
“Two kinds of punishments, princess. There’s pain, and then there’s pleasure. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between the two. Now turn ov
er, let’s see if you can.”
As if I had a choice. Day two and tossing me around had become one of his favorite pastimes. On my back, still blind, I decided pleading might work when he again flipped the switch of the mechanical bliss device. This time he used the varied vibrations settings. They were impossible to anticipate, especially when he flipped through them quickly, bouncing the wand off my clit like bunnies through a field.
“Please, Buck. I won’t be bad anymore. Just let me come! Please.” The bastard turned off the joystick, pulled me off the bed, and shoved me to my knees.
I heard him unzip his jeans. “Baby, you look so pretty on your knees with a blindfold on.” He slapped me again, not hard enough to hurt. “Open.” Slap. “Suck, princess.”
He shoved his cock in my mouth but couldn’t get in all the way. Now, I had always taken pride in being a highly conditioned BJ competitor, but not even the first half of him was in yet and I gagged a little. Saliva spilled down my chin.
“Ohhhhh, good job, baby. You can take it.” He thrust further, and I felt my lips stretch open, not unpleasantly. “Keep going. Be a good girl for Daddy and you’ll get a present.” He groaned, thrusting in and out of my mouth. Buck grabbed a fistful of my hair and fucked my mouth hard and as deep as he could go with his Goliath cock. Spit dribbled out of my mouth.
“You suck this dick so good. I love seeing you drool all over my cock,” he told me while continuing. He moaned as I gagged again, trying to stay on top of it, but losing the battle to his spray-can-sized erection.
He pulled off the blindfold and stared down at me. I held as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and saw fire burning in his eyes at the sight.
There was something else.
Something like… adoration? It was the way I stared at a pair of Jimmy Choo’s I couldn’t afford.
He gently stroked my jaw. “There you go. Take it for me, sweetie. Use your hand and squeeze me while you suck. Lick the head, baby. Oh yeaaaaaaaaah… Daddy loves it, kitten.”
For once I felt in an obedient mood and wanted to please him, and not just in case making him happy this way would make him want to return the favor.
It was sad to say but true, for the first time ever, I realized Buck always took care of me no matter how big a pill I had been. I gave him literally nothing in return.
And yeah, okay, I still wanted him to eat my pussy until I tried to push his head away from coming too much.
I could only hope. My pussy was more repressed than a Victorian spinster.
Wanting to give him something back in return for all his years of putting up with me, I leaned in and decided to put on a show. Looking up into Buck’s eyes, I stroked him up and down before licking the underside of him and shoving myself as far as I could onto him.
“There you go, sweet thing. You’re such a good little cock sucker.”
Right on cue, his work cell rang.
“Listen, I have to take off. Work. I need you to stay here and wait for me. I shouldn’t be long.”
He sat down on the bed and put me over his knee once again, pinning my wrists against my lower back. ”You can move your wrists with these on, but you won’t be able to play with your pretty cunt. From now on, that’s my job.”
Snap. Click. He locked the restraints in place before I knew what happened.
“You can’t leave me here like this!”
“I can and I will. Those cuffs just ensure you won’t try anything cute. This is the jailer part, baby.” He leaned down to kiss me, catching me off guard, and I surprised myself by melting into his lips.
He groaned and licked at me with his tongue, his kiss turning desperate.
He had a dangerous job, and he could get hurt. I realized my concern was purely for his safety. Whether we would continue where we left off when he returned was secondary.
Please, keep him safe, I silently prayed.
“Be good, baby girl, and Daddy will bring you back a present.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, the playfulness of the gesture in juxtaposition with his stern side.
During the next half hour, I tried to get out of the cuffs.
Fruitless endeavor.
Speaking of fruit, I was hungry as hell.
As promised, Buck left me three slices of pepperoni pizza with my name on it in the kitchen. Only, shit, my hands were pinned behind my back.
Whelp. My meds meant I was always hungry. If I didn’t get some food in my mouth stat, the hangries would set in. When it came to food, I had no pride.
Too bad there wasn’t an Olympic event involving pizza and handcuffs, I would definitely take a gold. I managed to finish off three slices before walking into the bathroom to look at my face.
There was sauce smeared all over it.
Great. Not only was I stark naked and helplessly restrained by handcuffs, the telltale remnants of pigging out were painted on practically my entire face.
Super sexy.
And even worse, I had to pee. How would I wipe myself with these handcuffs? I supposed I could squat and reach from the back.
Worth a try. If it weren't so funny, I would have been screaming mad at Buck for leaving me there tied at the wrists, scraping food off the counter with my face, and completing the awkward task of wiping my hoo-ha front to back while helplessly cuffed—another Olympic event I might place in, hoo-ha wiping while cuffed.
You know what though? It beat jail.
Thankfully, I heard the front door close shut after what seemed like forever.
“Where are you?” he shouted.
As if going anywhere was even possible—cuffed, bare naked, and wearing pizza sauce for foundation.
“I'm back here! Where did you think I was gonna go?” I walked toward the sound of his voice and found him in the bedroom shucking off his uniform and hanging it neatly in the closet. Of course all of his shoes were lined up and his entire closet could've belonged to a Marine Corps drill sergeant, it was so spick-and-span.
Buck stood there totally naked except for his boxers. The very sight took my breath away like a window full of pastel-colored macaroons when the sweet shop was closed. I noticed his gaze was fastened at my chest, which was heaving up and down.
“Let's get you out of these things.” He quickly unlocked them and stuck the cuffs inside the top drawer of his nightstand. “Your wrists okay?”
“Surprisingly, yes. I could use washing up though.”
“I see that. Wearing your dinner on your face again, are you?”
“I didn't have much choice, did I? But thanks anyway for leaving me something to eat. I was starving.”
“What do you say to some rocky road ice cream before bed?”
“You know me. I never say no to rocky. Why did you have to go in tonight?”
“I’ll tell you some other time. It's still pretty raw. I'd rather just forget it for a while.”
“Okay.” I realized I had no idea the types of awful things Buck saw on a daily basis working as an airman or police officer. I had always been too busy thinking about myself to ask.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?” I shoveled a scoop of rocky road into my mouth.
“With me of course. Don't get any ideas though. My virtue will remain intact.”
“What about my virtue? Maybe you should take your mind off things by trying to shatter my virtue. I’d be okay with that.”
He reached down and kissed me first on the forehead and then so tenderly on the lips while stroking my jaw with his huge hand, I couldn’t breathe.
“You're delicious, Roxy. Delicious and lovable. Someday I'm going to help you see just how endearing you are. Finish your ice cream, brush your teeth, and let's go to bed.”
Chapter Six
Color me #mindblown. It was definitely cock abuse, but I had been able to restrain myself and do nothing more than cuddle her all night.
I woke up earlier than Roxy and got out of bed to make coffee, country potatoes, bacon, and eggs with Parmesan like she liked. She joined me a good ha
lf hour later, looking adorably sleepy. Her eyes locked onto the table. “Wow, better than a restaurant! If only you had a little tin of crayons and a coloring sheet.”
I nabbed a sketchbook and 64 crayons with a built-in sharpener in the back out of the pantry. Sure, I was ready to teach her a lesson when she needed it, but I was also plenty prepared to spoil and understand her as well.
“You remembered!” She opened the box. “Soooo pretty!”
It was like being in third grade again—except the elephant in the room was we both wanted to fuck each other’s brains out. A point which I’m pretty sure never crossed our minds back then.
She bent her head to the table and made a colorful to-do list on the page while chattering. I could see #1 on the list was “Write my sister an apology note & mail it.” The sunshine through the window made her naturally blonde hair seem to glow. It was like being with the old Roxy when she said, “I know I've treated my sister horribly and she never deserved any of it. I should have written her a letter from jail. I don't know what took me so long. I'm just afraid she won't believe me. Goodness knows I've told her lies before. I wouldn't believe me.”
She had no idea how her innocent babbling relieved me of the things I had seen last night. Mia Hazel was an excellent cop. I was called to the scene because, unlike most people on the force, she seemed to trust me.
Mia was a loner. She never had a drink with her colleagues at shift end, never attended our station’s regular barbeques.
Only a liar would deny a female on the force had to be ten times the cop most of their male counterparts were to earn the same level of respect.
It was no exception for Mia, which was why it was so haunting to see her sitting in her patrol car last night. Unwilling to get out. Catatonic stare. Shaking uncontrollably.
Formerly, if you needed someone on your side, there wasn't a cop more reliable and levelheaded than Mia. She was also tough as nails.
Which was why seeing her reduced to a shell of her formal self was such a freak-out. I got to the scene, and she was still clinging to the steering wheel of her patrol car. I had to coax her out as if soothing a scared, wild animal. Her spirit wasn't reaching her eyes.