Once Upon a Daddy: A Romance Anthology

by Kelli Callahan

  This is the part where I’ve always failed. I’ve never been able to put the needs of others above my own. This time has to be different…

  I was keenly aware of my own failures. I could draw a map to the pivotal point where everything went wrong in all of my previous relationships. Those pitfalls weren’t easy to avoid. Things could be different with Lauren. I wasn’t going to be Jamison Thorn much longer. His death on Dangerous Thorns could very well be my path to salvation. I wasn’t sure I deserved salvation after hurting so many others along the way. I lured them in with false promises, then watched the light fade from their eyes when they realized I wasn’t the man they thought I was. Those mistakes haunted me every night when I tried to sleep. I swore I wouldn’t take another woman down that road of uncertainty, but that part of my life would be over soon. The end of my career didn’t have to be the end of me—it could be the beginning of something better.

  It’s time for me to become the man I was meant to be, not the one I’ve pretended to be for the last twenty years.

  The next morning

  Lauren and I chased our desires several times before the sun finally came up. I managed to get a few hours of sleep, but I didn’t feel like I really needed it. I felt invigorated and rejuvenated—like my body had found a way to draw energy from something sweeter than a peaceful slumber. Lauren didn’t seem to share in that newfound incandescence. I kissed her forehead and slid out of bed once I realized that I was too wired to close my eyes again. I didn’t even feel like I needed a trip to the gym—not after the workout we had. I decided to order food from the cafe that I normally ate at downtown. I wasn’t sure what Lauren would want, so I ordered their most popular items. I brewed a pot of coffee while I waited for the food to arrive, and once it did, I put everything on a tray so I could carry it up to the bedroom.

  “Why does it smell like coffee and pancakes?” Lauren started to stir when I sat down on the edge of the bed.

  “Probably because I brought you coffee and pancakes.” I chuckled under my breath and put the tray on the bed next to her.

  “Wow, you must have been up for a while.” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and blinked a couple of times.

  “I had it delivered—I’m not much of a chef.” I pushed the plate of pancakes towards her. “You can tell that I didn’t make them because they’re not burnt to a crisp.”

  “Is this what I have to look forward to every time I spend the night with you?” She grinned as she picked up the plate and reached for the syrup.

  “I don’t know—maybe.” I shrugged and smiled.

  I’ve never done this for anyone else before…

  Lauren and I talked while we ate breakfast in bed. She wanted to know what kind of date I planned to take her on, and I had to evade the questions. I really hadn’t put much thought into it yet, but I knew it needed to be better than our first one if I wanted to keep wooing her. Luckily, there were plenty of options in Los Angeles and I had enough influence to arrange something special on short notice. I just had to figure out what that was going to be. Thinking about it was kind of exciting. I was used to dating women that weren’t mesmerized by anything except expensive gifts or a promise to call one of my friends and try to get them in a part in a show. I didn’t usually mind women like that—it was easy and there were no real expectations. Lauren made me want something better.

  “I just realized that I have a slight problem.” Lauren looked down at the bed.

  “Oh?” I tilted my head slightly. “What’s that?”

  “I do want to spend the weekend with you, but I’m going to need to go back to my apartment. I need to find another dress for tonight and if you’re taking me to school on Monday, then I’ll need to grab a change of clothes—and my books.” She exhaled sharply.

  “We can swing by your apartment Monday morning.” I nodded. “The rest of it—I can arrange.”

  “Arrange? What do you mean?” Lauren blinked a couple of times in confusion.

  “Naughty girls—they get punished.” I narrowed my eyes. “Good girls? They get spoiled.”

  “I don’t want that.” She shook her head back and forth. “I have clothes at home.”

  “Maybe you’re not a good girl after all—telling Daddy no is very naughty behavior.” My lips curled into a grin. “Do you need another spanking?”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” She pushed the tray towards the edge of the bed.

  “I might have to spank you harder this time.” I stood and moved the tray over to the nightstand. “You didn’t learn your lesson very well last night.”

  “I’m still not going to let you buy me anything.” She rolled over and lifted up until she was on her knees with her ass facing me. “Even if you spank me.”

  “We’ll see about that, won’t we.” I grabbed Lauren’s leg and pulled her closer.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Hey—that’s a lot harder than last night!” She wiggled in my grasp.

  “Yep.” I nodded quickly. “You’re going to do what I want—and what I want is to take you shopping.”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “I just don’t want to feel like I’m being bought…” A light whimper echoed in her throat.

  I was still rather amazed that Lauren had managed to orgasm while she was over my knee. I had spanked a few women—women that said there were into it—but none of them had reacted like that. It was so fucking hot that it made my cock hard just thinking about it, and I was curious to find out if I could make it happen again. Either way, I wasn’t going to stop until I got what I wanted, so she was going to end up with a very sore ass if she didn’t submit quickly. She was mine for the weekend, and a trip to her apartment wasn’t part of the deal.

  “You’re not being bought—there’s a difference.” I let my hand rest on her ass for a moment before lifting it.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ouch!” She kicked her feet against the bed. “Come on, I just don’t want you to spend money on me. I’m not that kind of girl. It’s one thing to buy me dinner, but I don’t need expensive things…”

  “You’re whatever kind of girl I want you to be.” I moved my hand between her thighs and rubbed her pussy, which was already getting wet. “If I want to spoil you, then you’re going to get spoiled.”

  “I think you’re just used to girls that do anything you want…” She moaned and gasped when she felt my finger.

  “Maybe—but that doesn’t matter.” I chuckled under my breath and moved my other hand to her ass while my finger kept moving in a circle around her clit. “The quicker you learn to accept that, the easier it will be.”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “I don’t want to be one of those girls.” She gasped again.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “You’re not.” I rubbed her clit a little faster. “None of those girls have ever gotten breakfast in bed—hell, they normally don’t even get breakfast.”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Okay!” She whimpered. “I’ll let you take me shopping.”

  “How hard was that?” I pulled my finger away from her clit and rubbed her ass. “I need to take a shower first, but then we can be on our way.”

  “Wait!” She looked over her shoulder at me. “You’re—not going to finish?”

  “Why should I? I got what I wanted.” I narrowed my eyes and grinned.

  There’s no way I can resist her at this point, but she doesn’t know that yet.

  “Seriously?” She whimpered. “You think you can just turn me on like that and leave!?”

  “Maybe I could be persuaded…” I tilted my head slightly. “If you beg for it.”

  “Please—please don’t leave me like this.” She turned on the bed and bent forward with her face against the mattress and her pussy nearly level with my cock.

  Damn it sounds good when she begs…

>   I put my hands on Lauren’s hips and started to slowly slide my cock into her pussy. It was still tight as fuck—just like it was when I claimed it for the first time, but she adjusted to the feeling a lot quicker. I felt her pussy start trying to spasm after I gave her a few thrusts. The spanking might not have been enough to make her come, but it was enough to get her very close—especially since I rubbed her clit while I was doing it. I was intrigued by how her body reacted, but I was glad she gave in to me before I pushed her over the edge. Feeling her pussy milk my balls dry while she erupted in bliss was going to be as amazing as it was the night before. I started to pick up the pace, and I could tell she was getting very close—but she wasn’t going to get what she wanted until she had suffered a little bit.

  Now the real punishment can begin…

  “I’m gonna come…” She exhaled sharply and started to move her hips against me.

  “Not yet.” I squeezed her hips to stop her from moving. “You’re not going to come until I give you permission.”

  “More teasing?” She whimpered. “I had enough of that last night.”

  “I can punish you in more ways than one.” I gave her a gentle thrust. “I think one hour will be enough to make you truly regret telling me no.”

  “One hour?” She looked over her shoulder at me. “One hour of what?”

  “This.” I pulled my cock to the entrance of her pussy and slowly slid it in until my balls were against her clit. “I’m not going to fuck you hard enough to make you come—no matter how much you beg.”

  “No, please!” She slid her hand underneath her abdomen and tried to rub her clit. “I need it…”

  “You can spend the next hour thinking about how easy this could have been if you hadn’t been so damn defiant.” I pulled her hand away from her clit and folded both arms against the small of her back.

  Lauren whimpered, begged, and pleaded for me to reconsider once I started to give her those slow, agonizing thrusts. I knew it was going to be hard for me too, especially when I felt her start trying to squirm, but the lesson was important. If she was going to be mine, she couldn’t run screaming every time I tried to give her a gift or do something nice for her. Being her Daddy was about more than just punishing her when she tried to be sassy—and the quicker she understood that, the easier it would be for us to water the roots that had started to grow. I didn’t want to walk on eggshells because I was afraid something I thought was a nice gesture could be misconstrued as an attempt to buy her affection. If the spanking didn’t work, then maybe a little sexual torment would do the job.

  “Please—I need to come…” She pressed her face to the bed. “Why are you so mean to me?”

  “I’m not being mean. I’m teaching you a lesson—and I know this works.” I gave her two harder thrusts, then slowed down immediately.

  “I said you could take me shopping…” She groaned. “Isn’t that enough?”

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I don’t want you to compare yourself to other women that I’ve been with—if they were important to me, I wouldn’t be here with you. I don’t want you to question my motives—live in the moment with me and stop worrying about everything else.”

  “That’s a lot harder than it sounds…” She turned her head to the side and sighed. “Especially when all I think about is how bad I need to come!”

  “I get it. You’ve learned to be independent and you’re proud of that. I respect it, but I have needs too. I’ve worked hard for what I have and if I want to share it with someone—that’s my choice.” I gave her a few quick thrusts to bring her close to the edge and then slowed down.

  “Fine, you win—can I just come now?” Her eyes closed shut, and a grimace swept across her face before another moan escaped her lips.

  “Soon—once the hour is up.” I nodded.

  My balls were aching. I needed to come too—it was definitely hurting me as much as it was hurting her. I couldn’t give in to that though. I slowly fucked her until the hour was up, then I picked up the pace. She had been teased so much that she couldn’t even say anything once I started. My voice felt like it was caught in my throat once the pleasure truly began to surge through my body. I started to grunt and growl like a caged animal, which is exactly what I felt like after torturing the both of us for a whole hour. I drove my cock deep after I felt her begin to spasm, and then I erupted in bliss. I gave her a reward for enduring her punishment well, even though she complained most of the time, and made her come multiple times before I finally stopped. She slumped forward on the mattress and I crawled onto the bed next to her.

  “I guess you’re in no hurry to go shower now?” She turned her head towards me.

  “No—not yet.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “Me either…” Her eyes closed, but she had a faint hint of a smile on her lips.

  Once we were both recovered, we showered and headed downtown. Lauren seemed to have learned the lesson I was trying to teach her. She didn’t stare at the price tags or object once she found a dress that she liked. I would have bought her some designer heels too, but she found a dress that would match the plain ones she was already wearing. I decided not to push my luck. We were taking baby steps. After Lauren found a dress, she picked out a pair of blue jeans and a couple of shirts. I saw her eying a pair of sneakers and I convinced her to at least try them on. They were cheap enough that she didn’t argue when I told the salesperson to ring them up. I didn’t get to spoil her the way that I would have wanted, but it was a start.

  “We have one more stop.” I took her hand once we walked out of the boutique where she found the rest of her clothes.

  “I have plenty. I don’t need anything else.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes.

  “You don’t have any underwear.” I pointed at a lingerie shop on the corner.

  “I’m sure that stuff is really expensive…” Her words trailed off.

  “So, you’ll work for it. Once we get home, you can model everything you pick out.” I gave her a quick wink and started walking towards the store. “You get some underwear and I get a free fashion show—money well spent in my opinion.”

  “I guess that’s sort of a compromise.” She shook her head; but didn’t object to my offer.

  At least we’ve seemingly reached some form of neutral ground…

  Ten

  Lauren

  Walker was trying to pull me into his world, and I was fighting him at every turn—well, mostly I was just suffering every time I tried. It was sweet suffering, but it still wasn’t something I would have done to myself willingly. It was clear that he was just as dominant as the character he played on Dangerous Thorns, but it was a different kind of dominance. Jamison Thorn was the ultimate alpha male, which is why people loved him so much—it’s certainly why I had so many fantasies about him.

  The man behind the character was a sweeter, kinder version, but when I pushed back—I found out that he had those same alpha tendencies lingering below the surface. They lashed out at me without mercy, but I didn’t have to pick myself up off the floor like the people who crossed Jamison Thorn—my price was intoxicating torment. Being spanked wasn’t the worst thing he could do to me—he could bend my body to his will and all I could do was take it. I was scared to admit how much I liked it.

  “You expect me to model all of this?” I looked at the pile of stuff he had bought me once we got back to his house.

  “I do.” He nodded. “I’m going to fix a drink and have a seat over here on the couch. Put on a fashion show for me, sweetheart.”

  “Fine…” I smiled and picked up the pile. “I’m going to change in the other room though—no peeking.”

  “No promises.” He chuckled under his breath as I walked away.

  I was falling for Walker. There was no doubt about that. Being with him was so exciting and fun, even when I was being teased or punished. If it wasn’t for the silver in his hair and beard, I wouldn’t have even been able to tell that the
re was that much of an age difference. The fact he was distinguished and experienced just made everything better. His view of the world was different than mine, yet there were things we had in common too. I felt like a better version of myself when I was with him. I would have never had the courage to put on underwear and actually model it for a guy—yet I wanted to do it for him. It wasn’t just because he bought it for me either. I was the ultimate wallflower in high school, yet with him, I was able to embrace the sexual side of myself I never knew I had.

  I wonder how much he’ll let me tease him when I walk out there in this…

  I put on a pair of panties and a bra, but just for giggles, I decided to wear my jeans and one of my shirts on top of it. He said I had to model everything—he never specified that he just meant the underwear. Obviously, it was implied, but I didn’t care. The room I was getting dressed in was some sort of office. There were a couple of framed pictures on the wall—magazine covers that Walker had posed for. The first one I saw was a magazine called Oh Daddy! I had never owned a copy, but I had seen them for sale. I had even browsed them a couple of times when I was younger and went to the supermarket with my mother—not that I had ever let her see me. The second magazine cover was GQ and the caption on the bottom mentioned an exclusive interview with the Sexiest Silver Fox on Television. He was definitely that—and he was all mine.

  I need to get out of my own head and just enjoy the time we have together. He could have any woman he wanted—and he chose me.

  “Are you ready?” I peeked around the corner of the door frame.