Once Upon a Daddy: A Romance Anthology

by Kelli Callahan

  “I want to make you come.” He exhaled sharply, and my skin sizzled.

  If he doesn’t, I might have to kick him out just so I can go to bed and take care of it myself…

  “You said you were just going to touch,” I sighed.

  “That’s all I need.” He kissed my neck again.

  His finger moved to my clit, and he started to rub it through my panties. The sensation wasn’t as intense as it was when I touched myself, but I was so turned on that it was enough to make me start moaning immediately. His lips kept kissing my neck while his finger moved in quick circles around the hard knot that formed underneath his touch. There was no way that I was going to be able to make him stop—it felt too good. His finger moved down to my wetness—my panties were soaked with my lust. He pressed against the entrance of my pussy and massaged it while his thumb started to move against my clit. It wasn’t going to take much to make me come—I could already feel the pressure building up inside me.

  “Are you going to come for me?” He pressed his lips to my ear.

  “Yes…” I moaned and nodded.

  “Then beg for it.” His finger and thumb stopped moving. “Say—Daddy, please make me come.”

  “I…” My lips trembled.

  “Don’t hesitate—you know you want to say it.” He kissed my ear again.

  “Daddy…” I exhaled sharply. “Daddy, please make me come.”

  “Good girl.” He started moving his finger and thumb again.

  That was a lot hotter than I expected it to be…

  Alexio had spun a web and caught me in it. I was his prey, and I was ready to be devoured. The pressure built up inside me at a rapid pace. My muscles got tight, and I could feel the release coming. His finger and thumb were like magic against the spot that brought me the most pleasure. All I could do was submit to the feeling—give in to my desires—and let the pleasure take me where he wanted me to go. His thumb started to move faster, and I felt my muscles seize up—then the pressure released. I moaned, and my mouth opened wide—a whimper rose up from my throat. The pleasure turned into euphoria as it surged through my veins. The orgasm took control, and my hips bucked against him. He kept moving his finger and thumb until the orgasm peaked—took me to nirvana—and then started to fade.

  “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He lifted up and smiled.

  I called him Daddy…

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “It felt—amazing.”

  “If you’re a good girl, I might use my tongue next time.” He leaned down and moved his tongue against my lips.

  “Oh god…” I exhaled sharply.

  The afterglow of bliss was tranquil, and I loved being in his arms while my pulse slowly returned to normal. It was so calming that I dozed for a couple of minutes. We stayed there for nearly an hour. His fingers lightly teased my skin—I worked up the nerve to gently move my hand against his chest—his muscles were like mountains on his frame. When it was finally time for him to go, I didn’t want him to leave, but he had to be up early for work. He gave me one more long kiss goodnight, and then I was alone in my apartment. I cleaned up the wine glasses, shoved the cork back in the bottle, and straightened up a little bit before I finally went to my bedroom.

  I still can’t believe how much it turned me on to actually call him Daddy…

  It didn’t sound that hot when he said it the first time during the interview. It was—rather offensive. When he told me he was a Daddy Dom, I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to be the kind of woman he desired. Saying it in the midst of passion was alluring and sensual. It didn’t make me feel strange—it unleashed a torrent of adrenaline and made me quiver. I wasn’t totally on board with the idea of submitting to him, being dominated—or punished, but the hesitation was fading. I had seen the man behind those desires, and I really did like Alexio. He was damaged and broken because of what he endured, but there was plenty of good left in his darkness. Coaxing that to the surface showed me who he truly was. But could I keep it there—or would his dark desires destroy me first?

  The next day

  My morning didn’t get off to a great start. I checked the Rutherford Trust website and saw that they had posted an announcement with their latest hires. My name wasn’t included—I didn’t even get a call from them to let me know that I wasn’t being offered a job. My morning got worse when I did get an email from one of the other companies I interviewed with—an email that thanked me for coming and promised they would keep my resume on file even though they didn’t have any openings. If they didn’t have any openings, why did they interview me, to begin with? I checked the status of my resume with several other companies and made sure the one that was on Indeed was up to date—then all I could do was sit around my apartment and wait to see if anyone graced me with a phone call.

  I guess I should check in with Jennifer.

  The conversation was another rough part of my morning. A plea bargain had been offered—Jennifer’s mother could plead guilty in exchange for ten years in prison. If she let it play out in front of a jury and there was a conviction, they were going to push for twenty-five. Jennifer had officially decided to quit her job and stay in San Diego so she could stay by her mother’s side until the trial was over. I didn’t ask what that meant for our living situation because I already knew—if she wasn’t working and her mother’s assets were frozen—she wasn’t going to be able to cover her half of everything. It wouldn’t have been fair to ask anyway since she wasn’t really living there. I had two clocks ticking against me. Either the owner of the building would throw me out, or I would run out of money eventually if I didn’t find a job. It was time to give serious thought to waiting tables or making coffee—I was just about to start looking for those kinds of job opportunities when my phone lit up with a message from Alexio.

  Alexio: Third date tonight?

  Faith: I got flowers when you asked me out yesterday. Now I just get a text message?

  Alexio: If you say yes, I’ll make sure you’re just as satisfied as you were last night.

  Faith: What kind of girl do you think I am?

  Alexio: The kind that is going to say yes.

  Faith: Five o’clock again?

  Alexio: See you then.

  I tried to put my bad morning behind me and went to take a long bath. I was certainly going to miss having an apartment with such a nice tub—I was pretty sure that I would be lucky to have more than a shower in my next one. Alexio was in my thoughts once I stripped off my pajamas and climbed into the water. I really did like him. I was just scared of what that could mean—especially if he decided that he was still incapable of love after I fell head over heels—or worse, if I found out that I could never be the kind of woman he wanted. He was used to bending women to his will because he owned them, and I would never be that flexible, nor would I ever let him treat me like property. His past was never going to rub me the right way, even if I did like him. Navigating through that was not going to be easy.

  All relationships have problems eventually—but how many start with them?

  I spent the afternoon picking out my dress for the evening, making sure I had the right pair of shoes by the door, and getting everything ready. I wasted a decent amount of time going through job sites, searching for some other options, and sending my resume to the ones that looked interesting. Options I had never considered before were starting to look like my new dream jobs—or at least a temporary stop before I found the right one. I started feeling a little sleepy, mostly because I was bored and had nothing to do. I decided to take a nap and set an alarm to wake up at three-thirty. That would give me plenty of time to get ready before it was time to meet Alexio outside.

  A couple of hours will definitely help—I don’t want to be yawning when he picks me up. That’s not very romantic…

  “Faith?” I was woken up by the sound of banging—and Alexio’s muffled voice.

  “What?” I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. “Shit!”

 
What the hell happened to my alarm? My cell phone was supposed to—oh no! I set it for AM!

  “Faith, are you in there?” Another round of banging.

  “Coming! Just a minute!” I grabbed a bathrobe and put it on as I ran to the door. “Alexio, I’m sorry! I slept through my alarm—well, I set it for the wrong time…”

  “I see…” He sighed and shook his head. “I guess we’re not going to make our reservation tonight.”

  “Hold on; I can get ready. Just give me a few minutes…” I ran towards the bedroom.

  “It’s okay.” He walked into my apartment and closed the door. “We can just order in. It’s not a big deal.”

  “At least let me put on something besides a bathrobe…” I sighed and pushed my bedroom door closed.

  He’s going to think I’m an idiot—I certainly feel like one…

  The dress seemed pointless. If we were just ordering in, there was no reason to put it on. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt instead. The nap had left my hair looking like I took a trip to Oz in a tornado, so I did my best to make it look presentable. When that didn’t work, I just opted for a ponytail. I really didn’t want to keep him waiting too long, so I put a quick layer of makeup on, and it looked like the rush job that it was, but I looked halfway presentable. I hated that I had ruined our dinner plans—and whatever else he had in mind—but we were going to get to spend more time together, so that was better than nothing.

  “I’m so freaking sorry…” I walked out of my bedroom and sighed.

  “It’s fine; I promise.” He waved off my concern. “Come over here and help me pick out something to order.”

  “I don’t think we need a feast like you ordered last time.” I smiled and sat down beside him.

  “No, probably not,” he chuckled. “I just didn’t know what you would like.”

  “Wow, that’s quite a wait…” I looked at the estimated time for delivery and saw that it was nearly two hours.

  “Yeah, I guess people are getting off work now and rushing to get orders in.” He raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to wait that long?”

  “I’m fine with it if you are.” I shrugged. “I’m the one that made us miss the reservation.”

  “Okay.” He picked out a few items, gave the phone to me, and then placed the order once I made my selections. “There—now we don’t even have to leave the apartment.”

  “Thank you,” I sighed. “I would have totally understood if you just wanted to cancel the date entirely—god, I’m such an idiot.”

  “This isn’t the worse thing that could have happened.” He took my hand and squeezed it. “At least it wasn’t a job interview or your first day of work.”

  “True.” I nodded—then something hit me when I finally started to collect my thoughts. “You didn’t threaten to spank me this time.”

  “Threaten?” He raised an eyebrow. “I think we’re past that point—if I was going to spank you; there wouldn’t be any reason for threats.”

  “At least I would deserve it this time…” I looked down at the floor for a moment.

  “That’s not the kind of relationship you want. I’m trying to respect that, even though the Daddy Dom side of me thinks you should be across my knee right now.” He narrowed his eyes.

  “But that’s what you want—isn’t it?” I lifted my head. “You want the kind of relationship that puts me in a position where a mistake like the one I just made would result in punishment.”

  “It’s part of who I am. I don’t hide from that.” He squeezed my hand. “But if it isn’t what you want, then it isn’t an option.”

  “How long will it be until that isn’t enough for you?” I felt a lump rising up in my throat. “Am I going to wake up one day and find that you’ve been secretly keeping a girl under contract to satisfy the desires that I don’t have?”

  “I would never do that to you.” He shook his head back and forth. “I’ve had my heart broken before—I know how much that hurts.”

  “I don’t want you to just settle…” I sighed.

  “Where is this coming from? We joked about it yesterday, but I wasn’t serious—I knew it wasn’t something you wanted.” He tilted his head.

  “I think I’m just frazzled from oversleeping.” I closed my eyes and winced. “I don’t know—I thought you were joking yesterday, but I wasn’t sure.”

  “It’s a journey, not a destination.” He put his hand under my chin and cupped the side of my face. “I would love nothing more than to have you on your knees—totally submissive to me in every way. I won’t stop pulling you down that path—but it’s going to be slow enough for you to get comfortable with every step. This is a journey where you have to learn to walk before you get to kneel or crawl.”

  “What if I never want that?” My eyes met his.

  “You said you would never go on one date with me, much less two—now we’re on our third.” He shrugged. “Now you’re tossing out another theoretical never. I think I’ll wear you down and show you that it isn’t as scary as it seems right now.”

  “But what if you—” I didn’t get to finish my sentence; he moved his thumb to my lips and silenced me.

  “Stop presenting theoretical situations. Live in this moment—with me,” he growled under his breath.

  My body trembled. My lips kissed his thumb. He wasn’t going to give up on what he wanted—and he was so sure that I would follow him into the darkness that consumed his desires. I didn’t feel like I was worth that—for him to turn a blind eye to his needs until I was ready to embrace them. There was a chance that I would never want to be a woman that dropped to my knees in order to beg and please. But maybe he was right—maybe it was a journey instead of a destination. I resisted him when he asked me on a date, but he won me over—I was so sure I would never call him Daddy, yet saying it made my body burn with a primal lust that consumed me. Maybe I was fighting a battle I was destined to lose—a battle that I might enjoy losing before the final shots were fired.

  “I want…” My hands moved to the button on the front of my jeans, and I unfastened them. “I want you to spank me.”

  “No you don’t.” He shook his head back and forth.

  “I’m trying to live in this moment. If it’s about the journey, I have to try it.” I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.

  “Stand.” His eyes narrowed.

  “Okay…” My knees trembled, and my hands fell away from my jeans as I lifted off the couch.

  “Will you obey me?” His eyes got more intense, and his tone got firmer.

  “Y-yes…” I nodded.

  “Yes what?” He grabbed the front of my jeans.

  “Yes—D-Daddy.” I stumbled over my words.

  “Remove your jeans.” He let go of the waistband and jerked the zipper down.

  I fumbled with the edge of my waistband as I hooked my thumbs into it. My heart was beating so hard in my chest it felt like it might explode. My pulse was racing so fast that I couldn’t believe I was still conscious. I pushed my jeans past my hips, and my stomach twisted into a knot. I didn’t want him to hurt me. I was scared of being spanked. My parents didn’t believe in that sort of thing—but I had friends who weren’t that lucky. The stories they told me didn’t make it sound pleasant. My jeans slid down my thighs, and I had to remove my shoes in order to get my legs free. I felt vulnerable and exposed—standing in front of Alexio in nothing but a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

  Oh god—is he going to make me take off my panties too?

  “Put your hands on your head—fold your fingers together.” He motioned to me.

  “Yes sir.” I lifted my hands to the top of my head, and my t-shirt raised, which exposed my abdomen.

  “How does it feel when I give you a command? How does it feel to obey it?” He leaned back against the couch.

  “I—I don’t know,” I exhaled sharply.

  “That’s not an answer. Close your eyes.” His words snapped off of his tongue.

  “Oka
y.” I nodded and plunged myself into darkness.

  “Listen carefully—what do you hear?” he growled under his breath.

  “My—my heartbeat.” I swallowed hard. “Like it’s in my ears and beating against my chest at the same time.”

  “Why?” His voice got firmer.

  “I’m scared?” It was a question and a response.

  “Do I scare you?” He put his hand on my stomach. “Does my touch terrify you?”

  “No…” I shook my head back and forth.

  “Then why are you scared?” His fingers moved down to the waistband of my panties, and I flinched.

  “I—I’m afraid it will hurt.” I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut.

  “Why does pain scare you?” His fingers wrapped around my panties, and he pulled me closer.

  “It’s—pain. It’s supposed to scare me,” I exhaled sharply.

  “Why?” His voice was practically dripping with intensity.

  “I have—no idea.” I tried to wrack my brain. “It’s evolutionary? It’s—fight or flight?”

  “It’s control,” he growled. “You’ve always had it. You’ve lived and breathed by it—you’ve spent every day of your life grabbing onto it—you’re afraid of losing it.”

  “M-maybe…” I nodded quickly.

  “Pain is a loss of control. It’s something you can’t process and manipulate.” He jerked my panties down to my knees. “Give it to me. Give me the moment—give me control.”