by Karen Nappa
He closed his hand around hers and pulled her from the stool into his body. Derek dipped his head down to claim another kiss from her. Their lips met for the second time that evening, and he savored the way she followed his lead. He liked that the woman was submissive but she wasn't a pushover. Those were the reasons Derek enjoyed age play. Only the strongest of submissives would allow their inner child the freedom to come out. Of course, it also gave him the opportunity to care for his little girl, discipline her when necessary, and spoil her rotten the rest of the time. He had a feeling Sonja hadn't been spoiled often in her life.
With an effort, he pulled back from the kiss and looked down into her open face and swollen lips. Fuck, she's beautiful!
"Baby, tell me your safeword."
"It's red, Sir."
"That's right; don't hesitate to use it if you need to and you can use yellow if there's a problem, and we'll check in," he said as his hands stroked up and down her bare arms while looking into her eyes.
"Yes, Sir."
The automatic way she called him Sir pleased him, although it grated that she didn't want to call him Daddy. He pushed the unwelcome thought to the back of his mind. From his job as a social worker, he knew that trust didn't come instantly, but with tender loving care, most little ones blossomed eventually. His mentor told him once 'grass won't grow any faster by pulling on it' and the words had proven themselves right. Last November, he had turned fifty, and with age came the experience and patience that made him an effective case manager for the Children's Division of Social Services.
Derek took her hand in his and started for the stairs. There was a medical room that was calling them. As a new member of the club, he would be monitored closely, so he made eye contact with Kate, DM for the night, and he received a chin lift in acknowledgment. His senses were heightened, and he was already entering Topspace. Sonja had said she didn't like much pain or humiliation, but she liked restraints and dominance. She was intelligent with a bratty mouth, so he needed something to keep her on her toes without pushing her into using her safewords. She would be an interesting challenge!
When they entered the room, Derek noticed her eyeing the enema stand and gyno chair warily. He turned away from her under the excuse of taking the white lab coat from the peg but also to get his smirk under control. His back to her, he said in a clear voice, "Hello, Sonja. It's time for your annual checkup. Please take off your clothes and sit on the chair."
Derek kept his back to her as he shrugged off his dress shirt and put on the white lab coat over his bare back, knowing it would show off his chest. Someone had also left a stethoscope dangling from the peg and he swung the prop around his neck to complete the image. When he turned around, he almost swallowed his tongue. Sonja was sitting on the edge of the chair between the stirrups. Her hands were in her lap, her legs swinging lightly with her left foot hooked behind her right ankle. Her magnificent breasts were hanging free, her dark brown nipples hard, and the big areolas puckered. He had been half-hard after their kiss, and now his dick lengthened and hardened to full capacity. Derek struggled to stay in his role and he wasn't surprised when his voice sounded rougher and a bit hoarse as he said, "Sonja, is it too cold in here?"
Sonja looked up, startled, and as he indicated her breasts, she followed his gaze to her chest and mumbled, "No, Dr. Derek, I don't know what's wrong with them." She looked up with a playful glimmer in her eyes and a smile on her lips. "Maybe you should have a look?"
Ah, the brat likes breast play—and topping from the bottom? Time to take control!
"Hmm, I think you're right and I need to give them a thorough examination. But first, we need to make sure you're safe and secure in the chair."
She blinked in confusion as he walked closer and guided her back and down in the chair. Derek adjusted her placement and tied a wide leather strap over her middle.
"Um, Sir, I don't think that's necessary," she protested.
Derek gave her a stern look. "Young lady, I went to medical school before you could even walk. This is all for your safety. We wouldn't want you to fall off the chair, now, would we?"
Sonja shook her head with an earnest expression on her face. "Oh no, Sir. I wouldn't like that at all."
"Good," Derek answered and proceeded to buckle her wrists into the attached cuffs. Before Sonja could object, Derek said, "Another safety precaution, so your hands won't get in the way of the instruments I'll be using." He paused before adding, "You know what to say if something hurts too much."
Sonja nodded, and Derek shot her a wicked grin. "Place your feet in the stirrups."
With her hands tied and her middle bound, it took some effort, but she managed to put her ankles on the holders without his help. Derek made quick work of securing her legs, too.
"Now you're all mine, baby girl. Can you move?"
Sonja tried, but the leather bindings had little give to them. "No, Sir."
"Good." He tried for a little bit of menace in his voice. "Let me get my instruments."
Derek walked over to the cabinet. Nipple clamps—maybe. He put the package into his coat pocket. Vibrator—oh yeah! He added a packet of lube, just in case. That should do for the first time. Derek scanned the shelves one last time and smiled as he spotted the small item with the sparkling pink gem. That would look lovely on her—he would definitely need the lube.
Derek returned to Sonja, who was stretching her neck to see what he'd selected, but his broad back and shoulders had obscured her view. Derek rubbed his hands together. "Just warming up my hands for you, baby girl. I don't want to startle you." He placed his hands directly on her breasts and groaned as he fondled the plump flesh. With soft, slow strokes, he caressed her nipples. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tried to arch her back but couldn't with the strap around her waist. He lowered his head and took her left nipple in his mouth as he plucked at her right and rolled it between his fingers. Derek grinned inwardly as a moan escaped her lips. It was music to his ears, and he was going to hear more soon. He lifted his head and studied her face as he pulled on the hard bud in his mouth. He let go and flicked the tip of his tongue over the elongated flesh.
"S-sir," she shuddered and wailed.
"Well, Sonja, it looks like you have very responsive nipples, but I need to test their endurance." Derek slid his hand into the coat pocket and withdrew the adjustable clamps. Her lust-filled eyes met his as he studied her face. As soon as he placed the first clamp over her nipple, she gasped and pulled against her restraints. Derek stopped.
"Yellow, Sir."
He placed an arm next to her head and smiled at her. "Good girl!" he said.
She licked her lips in a nervous gesture. "I don't like pain, Sir."
"I know you don't, baby." Derek showed her the clamp that had four screws. "With these clamps, I can make the pressure as strong or light as I want. I think you'll like the effect."
She shook her head. "I doubt it, Sir."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "But are you willing to try?"
She looked at him, and Derek could swear the lost little girl shimmered through at that moment. "Yes, Sir."
He placed a soft kiss to her lips and returned his attention to her breasts. Derek watched her face and hands for signs of distress as he clamped both nipples while Sonja took short, shallow breaths.
When both clamps were attached, he licked over the protruding tips as he pressed her sensitized breasts together and she moaned, "Oh please, that feels so good."
He smiled against her breast and said, "It's only going to get better," as he slid his hand back in the pocket to pull out the vibrator. He stroked his free hand over her pussy—just the way he liked it—bare, hot, and wet.
"Daddy is going to make you feel so, so good, baby girl," he cooed. He couldn't resist the temptation and placed the vibrator back in the coat pocket. He peeled back her engorged lips, which were the same dark brown shade as her areolas. As he played with her pussy, he pulled her vulva further open, revealing the sof
t pink insides where wetness was gathering. He bent down and licked over her sweet opening, earning a little ass wiggle and a moan. "Give me more," he ordered and dove in to lick and suck in earnest.
Sonja moaned and shuddered under his ministrations, and he forgot all about the vibrator. Holding on to her trembling thighs, he licked at her entrance and sucked on her little bud. The wetness that coated her pussy lips turned thicker and sweeter as he ramped up her arousal. Just a little bit more! He lubed his finger with her wetness and rimmed her entrance. She was impossibly snug around his finger. Sonja screamed her first release, and he vowed it wouldn't be her last.
He withdrew his finger and softly suckled on her labia while swirling his tongue around her sensitive clit. As her breathing slowed, he lifted his head and reached for the cleaning wipes that were scattered in all the rooms, just as condoms were. Now was not the time to have sex with her, not even as his rock-hard cock wept drops of precum for her. Tonight, was about Sonja, not him. His dick would have to wait. There was no way he was going to fuck Sonja in this vulnerable state or without proper negotiation. He was, however, going to drive her to another fierce orgasm, before he untied her and gave in to his need to hold and cuddle her on his lap.
Chapter 2
S onja pulled the soft comforter under her chin and burrowed deeper in an attempt to stay asleep a little longer. Snuggles had draped himself over her during the night and was pressing on her bladder. She shifted, trying to dislodge him, but he didn't budge. Instead, he curled around her—and pulled her against a long and warm body.
Sonja was wide awake in an instant.
"Stop wiggling that delectable ass against my cock, unless you want to fuck, baby girl," Derek said.
Sonja froze and tried to remember the previous evening's events. Derek, Club Indigo, the medical room, coming at least twice! She'd enjoyed herself, but she didn't go home with strange men, even if they'd given her great orgasms at the club. "What the hell is going on here?" she asked as she pulled herself away from him and tried to take the sheet with her. Her need to stay covered won out over her wish to leave the bed she was still sharing with Derek. "Do you make a habit of bringing home women who are in no position to object? I thought the club had higher standards for its members."
"Slow down, baby girl. Just what do you think happened last night?" Derek sounded puzzled at her response. He let her go, and they moved as far apart as the bed would allow.
"It's obvious. We had a scene. The orgasms were great, by the way. Then I must have passed out or something, and you brought me here. I wake up naked in your bed. The conclusion I draw is you fucked me after you got me back here."
"Check yourself, baby. You should have some idea if you had sex last night. You were very tempting, but I was raised to respect women, and I would never dream of taking advantage of a woman in subspace. When we finished our scene at the club, you were so far out of it, I knew you wouldn't be able to get yourself home. You also were too far gone for me to take you to your house and leave you. Sub drop is a real risk when you fly that high."
It sounded like a reasonable explanation. Sonja took stock of her body, and it didn't feel like Derek had taken advantage of her. He was probably telling her the truth. Her temper crashed as fast as it had risen.
"Okay, sorry about that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst." She hoped he heard the sincerity in her words. She turned her head to make eye contact with him. "Really, Derek. I'm sorry."
"I forgive you, baby girl," he said, propping himself up on one elbow.
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"It's an endearment; that's all."
Sonja turned to face him completely, using the sheet to make sure her breasts were still covered. "That's not it; you're a Daddy Dom, and you want to play with a little one. I told you, I'm not into age play, Derek."
"So, you said," he agreed.
"You don't believe me?" Her voice rose, and she could feel her temper rising again.
"Listen, Sonja, I'm not a morning person. If you insist on having this discussion now, let's get up and have breakfast or at least a cup of coffee."
She hadn't expected him to accommodate her wishes so quickly and couldn't manage anything more than "Okay" before Derek extricated himself from the sheets and got out of bed. Sonja could only stare. Clad only in snugly tented navy blue boxer briefs, she had a prime view. It wasn't fair that he looked like this. The man must be close to fifty. Shouldn't he at least have a protruding belly? Or thinning hair? His hair was full and still dark except for his beard, which was speckled with gray. Sonja would bet it was all-natural; he didn't seem the type to dye his hair. His build was lean and healthy without overly thick muscles. He didn't look like James and Chris, who worked construction, or like Connor, who did heavy weightlifting, but damn, the man was a fine sight.
At her lack of response, he halted and looked at her, a knowing smirk forming on his face. "Ah, I can see the attraction is mutual."
He leaned in and placed a gentle finger under her chin, closing her gaping mouth. Classy and sophisticated, Sonja! He pressed a kiss to her lips and pulled back to whisper against her mouth, "Put something on before I fuck you so senseless, you can't form a coherent thought, let alone speak."
Sonja accepted a fluffy, deep green robe from him and tied the sash around her waist to keep the lapels from falling open and revealing her breasts. She wondered where her clothes were. Sonja wished she at least had her bra. Gravity was starting to take its toll on her breasts, and they needed the support. She blinked and wanted to call him on his arrogance, but he might be right. If the guy was as good with his dick as with his mouth, she'd pass out after sex with him, especially after her long, dry spell.
"The bathroom is through there." He indicated a door she had thought must be a closet. "I'll be in the kitchen. It's down the hall."
Sonja nodded, acutely aware of her physical needs. "Towels are under the sink and so are spare toiletries. Feel free to use anything, but join me in the kitchen in about ten minutes, please."
"Yes, Sir." Her response to a dominant was automatic after years in BDSM, and she waited for his approving nod before going inside the tiled room. The bathroom was big and luxurious, and she looked longingly at the shower with multiple heads. There was no way she would be able to shower in less than ten minutes. She emptied her bladder and washed her hands. Was she ready to face Derek? Sonja ducked under the sink and was relieved to find a toothbrush, still in plastic. She took her time brushing her teeth. By the time she finished, almost five minutes had passed, and she was collected enough to have coffee with a sexy, gorgeous, and overbearing Dom who thought she had Daddy issues.
Sonja walked into the kitchen as Derek slid the last piece of bacon under the built-in-heater. He finished mixing the pancake batter and poured the first four on his hot griddle before turning to her. She looked lovely in his bathrobe and makeup-free face. He liked the soft, after sleep look on her and the sight of her in his kitchen, his bed—anywhere in his home. He dropped the spatula on the counter and walked up to her. When his lips touched hers, she stiffened for a second before giving in to the pressure of his mouth and the sweeping motion of his tongue. Her eyes fluttered closed at the same moment she opened for him. He could taste the mint from the toothpaste first, and then it was all Sonja. His hands roamed over her body, loosening the belt and cupping her magnificent breasts. Reluctantly, he pulled away from their kiss and studied her—relaxed posture, tits on display for his enjoyment, soft mouth, and shining eyes. A well-done kiss, if I do say so myself.
"Good morning, baby, would you like coffee or tea with your breakfast?"
"Coffee, please."
"Americano, espresso, cappuccino, café latte, macchiato or mochaccino?" he asked while gesturing to a professional coffee machine that wouldn't have been out of place in her cafe.
"What? No Italian blend?" she teased.
"I'm not from Italy; I'm Greek." He put his hand to his chest and pretended he was insul
ted. She threw back her head and laughed. Damn, he loved her no-holds-barred response with tears running down her face and her whole body shaking.
The sight of her bouncy boobs had taken his breath away, making it impossible to join in with her laughter. Now all his blood was rushing to his stiffening and twitching cock. He was going to be painfully hard during breakfast if he kept staring at her breasts.
Derek waited for her to relax and grinned as she wiped away her tears with the sleeves of his bathrobe. Her gesture was sweet and innocent—oh, baby girl, let me take care of you.
He cocked his head and gave her an expectant look.
She raised a questioning eyebrow, before remembering his question earlier. "I'd love a cappuccino, please."
The smell of burning pancakes had him cursing under his breath as he turned back to the stove and pulled the griddle off the burner. He started scraping the remnants into the trash and hoped he could get it clean enough to keep using it.
"Sit down while I make the coffee and more pancakes," he said, pouring more batter on the griddle. "I hope you like pancakes?" he asked as he started the machine to grind the coffee beans.
"I love all food," she said, and the derisive tone of her voice had him spinning back to her.
"Can you explain why you said it that way?" Derek made sure to let his feelings ring through his words. It should be a fair warning that she was heading to dangerous territory, but she didn't seem to catch on to it.
Sonja shrugged. "It's not like it's a secret that I enjoy eating." She looked down her body. She noticed the gaping bathrobe, frowned, and gripped the lapels to tuck it over her breasts.