Once Upon a Daddy: A Romance Anthology

by Kelli Callahan

  “No, Daddy!” I shook my head back and forth quickly.

  “Good.” He moved his finger to my clit. “I would hate to have to stop when you’re this fucking wet.”

  “Please don’t stop…” I exhaled sharply and moaned—then groaned when his finger was pulled away.

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

  “Ouch! Oh god!” I squirmed underneath his hand as it came down—it hurt a lot more without my panties to protect me.

  “You seem to be enjoying this a lot more than I expected…” He pushed his finger into my pussy. “Or do you just want to come?”

  “I do—but I don’t want you to stop spanking me yet…” I bit down on my bottom lip and moaned.

  Alexio moved his finger inside my pussy until it was buried to the knuckle and used his thumb to rub my clit. He brought me dangerously close to an orgasm before he started spanking me again. I was surprised by how much I was enjoying the combination—especially since his hand made my ass sting a lot more without my panties. My first trip across his knee wasn’t going to be my last—I had found something new that really turned me on. I wasn’t sure if it would have been quite so pleasurable if it was just a spanking, but it added another level to the euphoria. There was a time when I thought I was the one peeling back the layers to see who Alexio really was—but he had been stripping me of mine the whole time we were together. He had molded me into a woman strong enough to submit to him.

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

  “I think that’s enough for your first spanking.” He let his hand rest in the last spot it landed “On your knees—now.”

  “I—I didn’t get to come.” I moaned and moved my ass against his hand.

  “You haven’t earned it yet.” He growled under his breath. “Am I going to have to repeat what I said, or are you going to obey?”

  “I’ll—obey, Daddy.” I whimpered but slid to the floor between his thighs.

  “You’re going to show me what a good girl you can be.” He reached for his belt and started to unfasten it. “Then I’ll decide if you get to come.”

  Alexio’s cock was rock hard and throbbing when he shifted his pants down to expose it. I helped him remove them and then slid back in position between his thighs. I had only been able to pleasure him with my mouth once—but I didn’t have a raging fire between my legs that needed to be put out then. It felt like my body was trapped on the edge of an orgasm, and a single touch would push me over it. I moved my lips to his cock and started to slowly lick the bottom. I wanted him inside me—but I fought those urges as I moved to the head and parted my lips. I pulled his dick into my mouth and started to massage the bottom of it with my tongue and got an immediate moan in response. My lips slowly moved along his shaft as I coated it with my saliva, and when he hit the barrier in the back of my throat, I started to swallow.

  “There you go.” He gasped. “You know exactly what Daddy likes…”

  It was a lot easier than it was the first time. I managed to take his cock deep into my throat and then started to move my lips back up his shaft. I picked up speed the next time I descended, wiggling my tongue as fast as I could. I got a good rhythm going and started taking every inch of his cock into my throat each time. The fire inside me wouldn’t go out, even when I was pleasuring him. I wanted to slide my fingers between my thighs and take care of it—the need was almost desperate—but I wanted the soul-crushing orgasm that he could give me—not the one I could get on my own. My pussy was so wet that the lust was beginning to spread to my inner thighs, and each time I felt his cock throb, it reminded me if what I truly craved.

  “Good girl.” He tangled his fingers in my hair. “You’re going to make Daddy come.”

  I moaned my response and moved my lips faster. He was definitely close—I could already taste the saltiness of his pre-cum on my tongue. I swallowed him until I was gagging, but I didn’t slow down. I wanted it to be perfect—because I needed a release a lot more than he did. His fingers twisted my hair until it was tight against his fist and then his hips jerked. A loud roar of pleasure rushed from his throat—then I felt his cock pulsate. I pulled him into my throat as the first eruption of seed splattered into my mouth. I quickly swallowed, using my tongue and the vibration in my throat to coax every drop of cum from his balls. His grip relaxed, and I slowly pulled my lips up his shaft, licking the last remnants of lust from the head of his cock before I leaned back and looked up at him.

  “Did I do a good job, Daddy?” I bit down on my bottom lip.

  “Yes.” He exhaled sharply and nodded.

  He took a moment to recover, and then he pulled me up onto the bed. He positioned my face towards the headboard and slid behind me. I thought he was going to spank me again—or just finish me with his finger—but then I felt the head of his cock against my pussy. He drove it into me quick—so hard that I nearly orgasmed on the spot. His hands locked onto my hips and then he started to thrust. It felt incredible—and every second I spent on my knees wanting to come suddenly became worth it. He hammered my pussy so hard and fast my entire body jerked forward, and if he hadn’t been holding my hips, I might have been propelled into the wall. I leaned forward, dug my nails into the bedspread, and bit down on it.

  “No.” He released one hand and grabbed my hair. “I want to hear you scream.”

  “Oh fuck!” My whole body started to shake.

  His dominance was beautiful—he held onto my hair with one hand, squeezed my hip with the other, and made me scream so loud I thought the windows might shatter. I suddenly realized why he put me on my knees—why he made me swallow his first load. He had no intention of just making me come—he was going to own my body. The first orgasm was paradise, the second was heaven, the third destroyed my soul—I lost count after that. He fucked me until my knees went weak, my arms went numb, and I only stayed in place because of the grip he had on me. His cock was a brutal master and a gorgeous one at the same time. He took everything I had—then he forced me to give him another orgasm. My body was shaking so bad that I barely noticed the first throb—but I heard the primal roar that echoed in the room when he started to release his seed inside of my pussy.

  “Now you know the difference between pleasure—and submission.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my ear.

  I couldn’t even respond. I simply fell against the mattress when he let go of my hair. I didn’t even have the energy to roll over. Alexio stretched out beside me and pulled my weary body into his arms. I thought submitting to him would tear at the core of who I was, and it did, but not how I expected. I didn’t feel like any less of an equal—it felt like the bond between us had become stronger. I would never hesitate again. If he told me to get on my knees, I would be there before the words left his mouth. If he wanted to spank me, I would beg him to spank me harder. The pain wasn’t the bond—it was just the beginning of an emotional unraveling that made me his to devour—and I loved every second of it.

  I’ve had a taste—and now I need more.

  Sixteen

  Alexio

  The next morning

  I took Faith to the edge of her limit—then shattered it. I saw the way her body reacted to the spanking. She was craving true surrender. She didn’t know to ask for it, but I could sense the need once the fire started to burn. It was a calculated risk—something I was very good at. She learned how to feel the pain and taste the pleasure that it could bring at the same time. I could have spanked her harder—or kept her across my knee until she begged me to stop—but that wasn’t what she needed to embrace the submissive inside her. She would never be the type that craved nothing but pain—it was about letting go for her. It was emotional and psychological, but it was driven by her body’s need to give up a piece of control for as long as the moment lasted. The world would never see that side of her—that belonged only to me.

  “Oh no…” Faith sat up and blinked as the sun landed on her face.

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��What’s wrong?” I tilted my head.

  “It’s late!” She looked towards the window. “I didn’t mean to sleep that long…”

  “You were exhausted.” I wrapped my arms around her. “So was I.”

  “Aren’t you supposed to be at work!?” She looked towards the clock with panic spreading across her face.

  “I’m the boss. I get there when I get there.” I chuckled under my breath. “Everything is under control. I let them know I might be a little late—if I even made it in.”

  This will be the first time I haven’t been front and center for a big purchase—but there’s nowhere else I would rather be right now.

  “Are you sure?” She settled into my arms.

  “Yes.” I nodded and pressed my lips to her forehead.

  “Last night—was intense.” Her head leaned against my shoulder. “I feel like—I don’t know.”

  “Did you think you were just going to get a spanking?” I kissed her forehead again. “That was just the beginning—it’s why I told you that you weren’t ready the first time and why I didn’t want to do it when you had such an emotional day.”

  “I wasn’t sure what to expect…” She sighed.

  “I’ll never hurt you.” I shifted on the bed so that I could look into her eyes. “You’ll always be safe with me, even while I’m testing your limits to see how much you can take.”

  “I trust you.” She nodded. “I would have never put those panties on in the first place if I didn’t. This is just new for me—these feelings are still a little strange.”

  “We’ll work through them together.” I pulled Faith closer and hugged her. “We’ll find out what you like—what you hate—and we’ll probably discover new things along the way.”

  “I guess a spanking isn’t going to work if you actually intend to punish me.” She leaned back and grinned.

  “Obviously.” I chuckled. “But don’t worry—I have nipple clamps.”

  “Uh…” She blinked a couple of times. “You’re never using something like that on me.”

  “You’ve said that about a lot of things.” I grinned and winked at her.

  “Yes, but I’m drawing a line.” She narrowed her eyes. “In concrete.”

  “Let’s just see how it goes.” I pulled her back into my arms, but she squirmed immediately.

  “No, concrete—I need to hear you say that you understand that!” She wiggled free from my grasp.

  “But these nipples…” I lifted her so that I could lick the left one. “They might like it…”

  She stopped fighting once her nipples turned into hard nubs against my tongue. I was beginning to doubt that I would even make it into the office—not when I heard her moan and sigh. That was music to my ears, and my cock started to get hard. My hand moved to Faith’s pussy, and I felt it getting wet. I was surprised she was even able to get excited after what we did the night before—or maybe it was still lingering in her thoughts, which made it easier than I expected. I yanked her leg forward and buried my cock in her—I would never get tired of that feeling. I started thrusting immediately, pushing her back against the mattress as I quickened my pace. My lips moved up to her neck, and I left a trail of kisses as my hand tangles up in her hair.

  “If you do this to me again…” she purred into my ear. “I may not be able to go home.”

  “Then I guess you’re going to stay,” I growled my response. “Right here—where you belong.”

  I kept driving my cock into Faith’s pussy until I felt her body start to shake. I was almost there—and a few more thrusts were going to take me over the edge—so I delivered them as fast as I could. My balls got tight, and my thrusts started to get erratic. I didn’t even have time to tell her that I was about to come, and I was worried that I wouldn’t make her orgasm, even if she was close—but the second that my seed flooded her pussy, I felt it spasm. We climaxed together with her orgasm being slightly delayed, but I kept going until it faded. I dropped to the mattress beside her, and every bit of energy I had gained while I slept was sapped. My lips found her neck as I pulled her into my arms.

  I delayed her leaving by one day—too bad it’s not a lifetime.

  One week later

  “Mr. Hawkins?” Dave tapped on my door and pushed it open.

  “Yes?” I raised my eyebrow and looked up at him.

  “We just got the first report for the Viking Electronics price restructuring.” He walked in and dropped it on my desk. “I think you’re going to be very happy.”

  “Holy fuck.” My eyes opened wide. “These are—projections for the first quarter?”

  “Yes sir.” He grinned. “In three months, we’ll make more than we spent.”

  “That’s incredible. Good find—fuck…” I exhaled sharply. “I guess I know who is getting the big bonus this year.”

  “I got another company to talk to you about.” He pulled a chair close to my desk. “Got a minute?”

  “If it’s anything like Viking Electronics, I got all the time in the world.” I leaned back. “Lay it on me.”

  I wished I could tell Dave that I didn’t have any time—that my schedule was full—but it was wide open. Faith was in Phoenix visiting her family, and she only had a couple of weeks before she would be leaving for New York. I was doing my best to stay positive about her opportunity, but it was tearing me up inside. I knew we would survive the distance, and I was already in the process of buying a jet so that I would be able to visit as often as possible, but it didn’t make the fact she would be on the opposite side the country any easier. All I could do was use each day that passed as an opportunity to come to terms with it—because there was no turning back. She had an incredible opportunity in front of her, and I was just going to have to miss her when the miles came between us.

  Even if it feels like my heart is being pulled out of my chest in the process.

  Faith had embraced her submissive side in the bedroom, and my Daddy dominance had been able to flourish as she discovered new things she never expected to enjoy. The nipple clamps were still a hard no, but she had gotten comfortable across my knee when we were together. I truly didn’t need that inner dominance when I was with her—just having her in my arms was enough—but her ability to submit had brought us to new places in our relationship. Spankings had become foreplay. Driving my cock into her wet pussy after I teased her until she was ready to come—then breaking her body with more bliss than she could handle—was almost expected. Giving that up was going to be hard, even if we were only separated for a couple of weeks before I could go to New York and hold her again.

  I’ll find a way—no matter what.

  One month later

  I don’t know why I expected a miracle to drop into our lives before Faith left Los Angeles. Maybe I was falling into an optimistic mindset instead of the pessimistic one that had made me so good at my job. My stomach twisted into a knot when I watched that plane take her away. I didn’t even have the normal stress from Hawkins Capital to keep me occupied. The plans I put in place to help restructure and delegate tasks so I could spend more time away from the office became a curse instead of a blessing once she was gone. All of that was in the back of my mind though—because I had made another major change—one that I was going to reveal to Faith just as soon as her car arrived at the airport.

  Where the hell is she? She said she would meet me at the terminal gate.

  “Alexio!” A familiar voice drew my attention away from the curbside, and I saw Faith several rows over.

  “I thought you were picking me at the gate!” I put my hand up to block the sun and grabbed my bag.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect the traffic to be this bad.” She walked towards me as I approached her car.

  “It’s New York.” I chuckled under my breath. “What did you expect?”

  I didn’t give her a chance to answer. I pulled her into my arms and planted a kiss on her lips that would have rivaled any of the ones we had previously shared. I would have put
that kiss up against any kiss in history—it was a mixture of longing, passion—and a hint of tenderness towards the end when our lips were finally separated. Just seeing her made my heart do somersaults. I missed her—but being reunited was even sweeter. She popped the trunk, and I threw my bag into it before walking around the passenger side door.

  “I can’t wait to show you my new apartment.” She looked over at me and smiled as she pushed the keys into the ignition. “I have a great view!”

  “I bet it isn’t better than the gorgeous view I have right now.” I shifted in my seat. “I knew you were the prettiest girl in Los Angeles—but fuck, you might be the prettiest girl in New York too.”

  “Nobody has said that to me in weeks…” She looked down and blushed.

  “Good—I better be the only one.” I narrowed my eyes.

  “You are and you always will be.” She nodded. “My apartment isn’t that far away, but it’s New York—so, traffic.”

  “Actually, do you have a GPS?” I leaned forward and looked at the console of her car.

  “Yeah, I’m still getting used to this car, but—hit that button.” She pointed and tapped the one she was referencing.

  “Go to this address.” I quickly punched it in.

  “That’s in the opposite direction. Where are you taking me exactly?” She raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

  “It’s a surprise.” I reached over and squeezed her hand. “Just drive—you’ll like it, I promise.”

  I was used to Los Angeles traffic, but New York was something else. The instant we got into the city; it was a war zone with everyone fighting to get an inch of progress. I stifled my annoyance and kept holding Faith’s hand. Seeing her was enough to calm any semblance of frustration that could have taken root. We finally got out of the traffic, and the GPS directed us to the location in question. Faith rolled to a stop and tilted her head as she looked at the empty office building in front of us.