Daddy's Way

by Stella Moore

  Her eyes went wide and the color on her cheeks deepened further. “Surprise?”

  He couldn’t help the chuckle. “Not that kind of surprise, my love.” But her response had the wheels turning in his mind. Pushing thoughts of her bent over his desk with a plug in her bottom from his mind, he crouched and grabbed the box on the floor and lifted it onto his desk. He took one of the magazines from the box and held it up for her to see.

  Shock and delight filled her eyes seconds before she let out a high-pitched squeal. “It’s here! That’s me! Give it!” She dove across the desk and snatched the magazine from his hands. Under normal circumstances, he would have scolded her for such rudeness, but he couldn’t bring himself to ruin her excitement.

  “Oh, look at it! I look good. I was worried my ass looked fat in that skirt but I look good.”

  “Your ass never looks fat. And you don’t just look good, you look sexy and confident.”

  Her grin was just as sexy and confident in person as it was on the cover of the magazine. “I do, don’t I? I wonder what the article says.” She flipped through the glossy pages until she found what she was searching for. “Here we go! Blah blah blah, in business with her husband, yadda yadda, oh!” Her smile softened. “How lovely.”

  “What does it say?”

  “Olivia Monroe isn’t just your typical cheerful, happy-to-help realtor, though she is all of those things. There is a sincerity that shines through in her conversations with her clients, and an honesty that’s refreshing to see in this business. It’s clear her goal is to find the best home for her client, not just the best commission for herself. She is a breath of fresh air in a cutthroat business.”

  James walked around the desk and pulled her close. “It’s the truth. I know I don’t tell you this often, but you really are excellent at your job. Even the most difficult clients end up raving about you at the end of the day. I am so proud of you, Liv, every day for the woman you’ve become.”

  As her daddy, he often told her he was proud of her. But he rarely used those words at work, and judging by the tears shining in her eyes, it meant the world to her to hear them. He’d have to remember to tell her more often.

  “I’ve been at work ten minutes and this has already been the best day ever. I swear nothing could ruin this day.”

  He was tempted to kiss her, but the door to his office was open and they had a strict, mutually agreed upon policy on excessive PDA in the office. “It’s definitely one for the books.”

  Her lips curved up in a slow, sexy smile. “We should celebrate tonight.”

  Fuck their agreement. James tightened his arms around her and bent his head to hers, taking her lips in a quick, brutal kiss. He’d only meant for it to last a second, enough for her to know how that smile affected him. But then she whimpered and her mouth opened, inviting him in. Need overrode any sense of propriety. He fisted a hand in her perfectly curled hair, holding her in place as he swept in, conquering her mouth. She melted into him, and his need for her was so great he might have taken her right there on the floor of his office if the sound of someone clearing their throat hadn’t brought them crashing back to reality.

  Slowly lifting his head, he looked over at Patty O’Halloran, the first realtor he’d hired after Olivia. Patty’s clear blue eyes twinkled and her lips were turned up in a knowing, mischievous smile. Olivia pushed at his chest, but James didn’t release her.

  “Good morning, Patty.”

  “Good morning, yourself. Good to see you kids have worked things out.” Patty winked and walked away, her loud laugh echoing down the hall.

  “Oh, my God.” Olivia pressed her face against his chest. “I can’t believe that just happened. I’m just going to hide here the rest of the day.”

  “Sorry, little one. You have work to do.”

  She glared up at him. “You’re a—”

  James lifted a finger to her lips. “Careful, my darling little girl.” Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, “Little girls who call their daddies naughty names go to bed with no dessert and sleep on their tummies.”

  He was close enough to hear her breath turn ragged. “Sorry, Daddy,” she whispered in return.

  “That’s my girl.” He pressed another kiss to her lips, a promise of things to come later that night. “Go get settled in and let me know if you need me for anything today. Anything, Livvy.”

  The gleam in her eyes told him she understood the double meaning behind his words. “Yes, sir.”

  Concentrating on work was going to be hard as hell with the images dancing in his mind of the things his Livvy might need during the day. Doing his best to ignore them, at least for now, he settled back at his desk and opened up the next email in his box.

  Chapter Six

  As her laptop powered down, Olivia leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms up over her head. What a crazy freaking day. Her email and phone had positively blown up, thanks to the magazine article. She picked her copy up off her desk again and grinned at it.

  James was right. The cover oozed confidence and sex appeal. But it was the article inside that made her practically giddy. It was wonderful, beyond words, to be recognized for her hard work and her dedication to her clients.

  She flipped the magazine open to her section and reread, savoring every word. When she’d finished, she flipped the page and giggled at the picture of Shannon beaming out from the pages. Now there was a woman who exuded sex and confidence with every breath. Olivia had wondered why they didn’t choose Shannon for the cover, but Shannon had just rolled her eyes when she brought it up.

  “It’s hilarious how blind you are to your own beauty,” Shannon had said. “I’m not at all shocked they chose you.”

  Unable to contain her excitement, Olivia grabbed her phone and hit the call button.

  “Hey, rock star!”

  Olivia laughed at the exuberant greeting. “Hey, yourself. Is it weird that I can’t stop staring at myself?”

  “Hell, no! I’ve been checking out your beautiful brown eyes all day.”

  “You don’t look so bad, yourself, you know.”

  “I look fucking hot. But I’m not the cover model. Dinner tonight to celebrate?”

  “Can’t. James is taking me out. How about tomorrow?”

  “It’s a date! See you then, babe!”

  After she ended the call, Olivia packed up her computer and the paperwork she wanted to work on later that night. She slung the laptop bag and purse over her shoulder and headed for the door. James was just shutting down his computer when she paused in the doorway of his office.

  God, he was gorgeous. He wasn’t super buff like the men on the covers of the romance novels Patty was always reading. But he was tall and lean, with wiry muscles that belied the strength rippling underneath his smooth business attire.

  And when he looked up at her, those crystal blue eyes stole her breath.

  “Hey,” she said, suddenly feeling a shyness she hadn’t felt since the early days of their marriage.

  “All done for the day, little one?”

  Oh, how she loved that nickname. Everything inside of her went soft and warm whenever he used it. “Yes, sir.”

  The blue of his eyes heated. “Where would you like to go to dinner?”

  They had a dozen options, just within a ten-mile radius of the office. But there was only one place she wanted to be in that instant. “Home.”

  His eyes locked on her, James rose from his seat and slipped his laptop bag over his shoulder. “You’re sure?”

  Need rose up in her, so strong it nearly brought her to her knees. She watched him walk around his desk, her heart thundering with each step he took. He stopped just in front of her and lifted a hand to her cheek. “We could go anywhere you want. This is your celebration.”

  “I know. I want to go home. I want...” The words stuck in her throat.

  “Tell me, little one.”

  She swallowed. This had never come easy for her, articulating her wants, her
needs, her desires. “I want you to use me.”

  The smile that curved his lips was slow and wicked. He moved his hand to her neck, his strong fingers encircling her throat. Her pulse beat a steady rhythm against the palm of his hand.

  “Is that what you want? To be Daddy’s little plaything for the night?”

  Her entire body thrummed with need. “Yes.”

  “Ask me nicely.”

  The heat that flooded her cheeks was a heady combination of embarrassment and desire. “Will you please take me home and fuck me hard, Daddy?”

  Stroking the skin of her throat with his thumb, he nodded. “Since you asked so sweetly, little one, I would be happy to. You go on home. Take a shower and be waiting for me in our bedroom.”

  “You’re not coming with me?”

  “I’m going to stop at the store. I plan on working up an appetite tonight.”

  Holy shit, it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust right there in the middle of their office. “Okay.”

  His hand tightened around her throat, and fear twined with desire in a delicious cocktail she knew oh so well. “Try again, little one. What do you say when Daddy gives you an order?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “That’s my good girl. Go on. I’ll meet you at home.”

  He bent and feathered a kiss over her lips before releasing her. Flying high on that heady mixture of anticipation and need, she walked down the hall and out the front door. Across the parking lot to her big black SUV where she climbed inside and drove home as fast as she dared. She wanted to just ignore the speed limits and race home, but Daddy would whip her ass if she got a ticket and that would put a damper on the whole night.

  So she pushed it as fast as she dared, beyond relieved when she finally pulled into her driveway. The car was barely in park before she killed the engine and hopped down from the car. Heart pounding, she raced inside and up the stairs to the master suite. On any other night, she would have carefully stripped, depositing clothes into the laundry basket or hanging up items that could be worn again. But tonight she simply let each item fall to the floor on her way to the bathroom. Daddy might spank her for it, but that spanking wouldn’t ruin anything. That kind of ‘punishment’ would only enhance the desire already pumping through her veins.

  In the bathroom, she bundled her hair on top of her head and switched the shower on. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the water to heat up, she stepped inside and lifted her face to the spray. Since Daddy was taking a detour, she took a little extra time to rub her sugar scrub over every inch of her body before she ran the razor over her legs. Once she was clean and scrubbed, she flipped the shower off. Goose pimples rippled over her skin when she stepped back into the cool air of the bathroom.

  Excitement and anticipation hummed in her veins as she dried off and rubbed lotion onto her soft, freshly exfoliated skin. She hadn’t had a night like this in so long. A night where she could completely surrender herself to the man who ruled her heart and her body.

  He wouldn’t be fair. He wouldn’t be just or gentle. He would demand more of her than she knew how to give. He would punish even the slightest disobedience or defiance. He would give her pain, just as he gave her pleasure, but she knew she had nothing to fear.

  Because he was her daddy, and she trusted him with her very being.

  She finished off with a thin layer of moisturizer to her face before hanging up her towel and returning to the bedroom. For a moment, she debated if she should dress. Her daddy appreciated the lacy, silken underthings tucked away in her drawers. But she didn’t want anything between them when he came home.

  As if thinking about her daddy and all the wicked things he had planned conjured him, the front door slammed. Olivia clambered up into the bed they shared and stretched out, her heartbeat counting down the seconds until he walked through the door.

  By the time he did, she thought she would burst with anticipation. He stopped just inside the door and simply stared at her.

  “Look at my pretty little girl, all laid out for her daddy. Did you take a shower like I told you to?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Roll over on your tummy.”

  She rolled as instructed, pillowing her head on her arms. He stepped up to the bed and ran a hand down her back in a gentle caress that left her shivering. It was the calm before the storm, and she trembled thinking of the brutal tempest about to come.

  That same hand that had been so gentle moments before cracked across her bottom twice in a row. Once for each quivering cheek.

  “You know, little one, looking at this bottom, you’d never guess that you were punished last night and this morning. There isn’t a mark on you. Let’s see what we can do about that.”

  No response was required, so she kept her mouth clamped shut and closed her eyes. She could hear him moving about the room, the opening and closing of their toy chest. Every second that passed ratcheted her anticipation up another notch.

  “Lift your head and open your mouth.”

  Opening her eyes, she found him standing by the bed once more, this time holding a steel ring with two strips of leather attached. Knowing what was expected of her, she obediently raised her head and opened her mouth so he could fit the ring inside of her mouth and fasten the leather strips at the back of her head.

  “What’s your safeword with the gag in, little one?”

  She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers twice.

  “Good girl. I’m not going to tie you up unless you give me a reason to. Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?”

  With the gag forcing her mouth open, she couldn’t form any coherent words, so she nodded her agreement.

  “I hope so. Arms out in front of you. Feet on the mattress. Daddy’s going to plug your bottom before we get started.”

  She whimpered in response, but did as instructed. It wasn’t that she minded being plugged. On the contrary, she loved being filled in every possible way by him. It was just that the wait was killing her and she wanted him to get to the good parts already.

  But her daddy knew her, and he knew how impatient she could be. He’d taken it upon himself from the word go to teach her patience. She was reminded of that fact when he lazily ran his hand from her ankle to her bottom and delivered two more solid smacks.

  “You’re so beautiful. My little Livvy. You’re going to look even more beautiful with this plug in your red, striped bottom while I fuck you.”

  She jerked when the cold liquid squirted between her cheeks, but she quickly settled. Fighting just made it worse, and delayed their pleasure. A single finger pressed against her bottom hole, and she had to remind herself to relax. James pushed in right past the initial resistance without giving her time to adjust. Olivia squealed, but didn’t move away from the intrusion.

  He fucked her bottom with his finger, coating her with the lubricant, before pushing a second finger inside. She squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden, sharp pain, but it quickly faded into discomfort. Skilled, sure fingers worked her bottom hole, stretching her and loosening her up. When he pulled his fingers from her bottom, she had a brief moment to miss the feeling of being so full, but only a moment before the cool metal of the plug pressed against her hole.

  “Breathe out, Livvy.”

  She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, relaxing as much as she could while he worked the plug into her bottom. It burned and stretched, and already she could feel tears stinging her eyes.

  “Hnnh!” She tried to protest, but the steel ring prevented her from speaking.

  “Almost there, little one.” He pushed the plug in a little further and she shuddered when the fullest part of it pushed past that tight ring of muscle. But then it was in, fully seated, and she sighed with relief. Getting the thing in was always worse than just having it in, and tonight was no different. The sharp pain was gone, and she was left with little more than some mild discomfort and the strange, full feeling that always came
with being plugged. Moments later she heard the water running in the bathroom, and then he was beside her again.

  “Daddy is so proud of you for taking your plug like a good girl. But it seems a certain naughty girl left her clothes all over the floor. Are we supposed to make messes with our clothes, little one?”

  The question sent her already pounding heart into overdrive. She hesitated only a moment before shaking her head.

  “Clothes go in the laundry when you take them off, Olivia Jane. You know better, little girl. I think a dozen with the strap should get my point across nicely.”

  She braced for the blow, and still it took her breath away. When the first burning stroke fell, she instinctively squeezed her bottom cheeks together, a move she immediately regretted when she was reminded of the large item lodged firmly inside her ass.

  He delivered each of the twelve with slow, measured precision. By the time he finished, she was a shaking, whimpering mess, and her bottom burned like he’d lit a fire across her skin.

  And her pussy, soaked with her own juices, throbbed with every beat of her heart.

  “Are you going to be a good girl and put your clothes where they belong?”

  A silent nod replaced her usual, “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl. Present your bottom for me, Livvy. I want to put some lines on it.”

  Lines meant the cane. She had such a complicated relationship with the cane. While she loved the lingering marks it inevitably left behind, the process was agony and it never failed to reduce her to tears within a few short strokes.

  Trembling, she tucked her knees up under her so her bottom was lifted high, the skin stretched taut across her waiting cheeks. The cool, slender implement tapped against her bottom twice, and she allowed herself one soft whimper.

  The room was silent, so quiet she clearly heard the soft swoosh of the cane before it connected with her exposed flesh. It took a heartbeat for the pain to sink in, and when it did, she screamed at the sensation, a thousand needles stinging her skin in a thin line where the cane had landed. A second and a third stroke fell in quick succession, and it took everything she had in her to stay in place.