by Wyatt, Dani
But this time, reading the piece of paper I don’t need any help.
“Is this? A building? On Main Street…you bought a building?”
“It’s your wedding present, baby. For your dance studio. You can name it whatever you like. I’ll help you with the business, all you have to do is dance and teach and have fun. We’ll put in mirrors and a wood floor and decorate it however you like. Summer already said she’ll help too. You’re in charge, I’ll just be there to help and support you. And pay the bills.”
“Oh my God.” I stare at the deed.
“I’ll be in charge?” The words hang between us. I’ve never been in charge of my own life before.
“Yep. Well, we will still have our rules.” He leans down and kisses my nose, then runs his hand up my leg under the fabric of my dress until his fingers brush against my bare pussy. “No panties unless Daddy says so.” He rumbles into my ear and I’m immediately soaking wet.
“It’s the best present ever. Now, can I give you a present?”
“Of course. What do you have for me?”
“Well, it’s not something in a box or something that costs money.”
“Okay.”
I wiggle off his lap, kneeling down in front of him on the floor of the limo, hiking my dress up toward my hips, my palms facing up on the tops of my thighs, just like he’s trained me.
My mouth waters as I see the long hard outline of his cock behind the black fabric. “Please, Daddy. I want to give your cock special kisses. The way you taught me.”
His eyes blaze as he groans, his hands already on his belt as he frees his erection, rock hard and dripping as I smile and crinkle my nose. He raises his hips, pulling his trousers and boxers to his knees.
“Since you said please…” he answers, guttural and strained.
He reaches forward, grabbing the back of my hair and pulling my face into his scrotum.
“Balls first, baby. Take good care of your Daddy, he loves you more than words can say.”
He groans as I run the flat of my tongue over the thick skin, looking up to see him close his eyes and lay his head back onto the seat.
“That’s my girl. Get that special spot just behind Daddy’s balls…”
He grips my hair tighter, pressing me into him, the musky, masculine scent filling my nose as I lick and suck, gently and carefully. After a minute, I pull back as he looks down.
“Is this right, Daddy?”
“You’re doing a great job, little one. Keep going and I’m going to give you your special prize.”
“Daddy cream?”
“Yes, baby. Now show me what that mouth is made for.”
He grunts as I wrap my mouth around the tip and glide the head between my lips.
“Good girl,” he grits out. “My baby, my love, my little girl, my wife…my everything.”
He releases my hair, spreading his arms wide on the top of the seat, sinking down and letting me give him my all.
Because I know my Daddy will always give me his.
Chapter 15
Merrick
Epilogue 5 years later
“Baby?” I’ve searched the house and the deck but there’s no sign of Kezia.
She’s usually sitting out front, weather permitting, waiting for me to get off my shift, usually tackling me with a hug as the kids join in.
We have three and one on the way. Two older boys, Jameson, four, and Gordon, three. Melanie is our youngest at eighteen months and number four is going to be a surprise.
I look at the kitchen table and there sits her cell. I pick it up and, as usual, it’s dead.
Kezia has never taken to technology and prefers to be outside, doing art with the kids, reading or dancing around the house or at her studio. She rarely turns on the television unless it’s to watch something with the kids.
The house is never the same without her. There’s a mess in the kitchen, as usual. She’s not the cook of the family, but she tries, and cleaning up isn’t her specialty either.
She truly is a free spirit and it may mean a little more work on me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
She’s my prize, my princess, my little girl, and I’d do anything to make sure she’s happy.
She’s made a family with me but also with my parents and Summer and Margaret, and of course, Genevieve. She brings light, and laughter, everywhere she goes, and it’s a constant fucking battle to keep guys from gravitating to her. Even the fathers of the kids at The Little Sprite Dance Studio need some schooling from me now and then.
I’m still working, but more and more I just want to spend every minute here with my family. Retirement isn’t long away. Seeing my parents enjoying each other still, the way they do, just makes me want to have that with Kezia.
I hear the door click behind me and a second later, the cold, empty house is full of chaos and love again.
“Daddy!” James and Gordon come running, but Kezia smiles, holding Melanie, who’s dead to the world in her arms, sound asleep.
“Where were you?” I ask, trying to keep the edge off my voice because she knows better than to leave without letting me know where she’s going and without her cell.
“We just went to see Summer. Had ice cream, then went to the park.”
“Without your phone? Without letting me know?” I do like control when it comes to my little sprite, but there’s always a reason and a purpose behind it all. I taught Kezia to drive just after we got married and, well, she gets lost easily even with GPS and has had three minor accidents in five years, so I want to keep close tabs on her when she’s out.
Besides, I can’t stand not knowing where she is and if she’s safe, even when she’s not driving. Just how I am, and that’s not going to change. Not when it comes to my wife and our family.
I bought her a beast of a car, a tricked-out Suburban, and she’s on her third because I want her to always have the latest and greatest when it comes to safety.
She curls up her lips on a little pout. “Sorry?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, looking down at the boys. She knows if I was really worried, I could pull up my tracking on my phone. The first anklet I gave her gave out a few years ago, but she got another one to replace it a day later. “You guys are sticky. Go wash up. You can have free time in the playroom for an hour, then I’ll have dinner ready. Go, scoot.”
They whistle and head up the stairs to the enormous playroom, and I go over and take Melanie from Kezia and set her down in the portable crib in the living room.
I’m as obsessed as ever with my wife, and sometimes I may go overboard, but whatever it takes to keep her safe and keep me from losing my mind is what I do.
Kezia has given me a life I never imagined. Her softness, her wildness and free spirit balance out my own calm, controlling nature, and I’ve grown as a man, a husband and a father. In turn, she’s grown to trust, to understand what it means to have roots and real family.
To feel secure.
“I got the flyers and the sign-up sheets done for the recital next week.” She’s trying to change the subject.
“That’s good, baby.” I walk over and take her hand, leading her down the hall to our bedroom. “But, you know the rules. You leave the house, you let me know and you take your cell. You didn’t do either.”
“I’m sorry, it was last minute…”
“That’s no excuse, is it?”
She shakes her head, “No, Daddy.”
“Okay, so, corner time.” I close the door behind us and point and she knows what to do.
I stand and watch in awe. She still takes my breath away, the same as she did that first day.
My cock is already a length of thickening, demanding flesh when she drops her lime-green polka dot dress to the floor, naked underneath, as she puts her hands on the walls in the corner, arching her back, ass out and head falling between her arms.
“Good girl,” I seethe, already kicking off my work boots and stripping my clothes. “You know you’re gettin
g a rough fuck, little girl. A punishment and a reward all at once.”
She nods, her honey-colored hair hanging around her face as I line up my dick with her wet entrance and slam forward without ceremony.
I reach up and cover her mouth with my hand as she screams, the sound of her immediate orgasm ripping through me, and I take no mercy on her tight pussy.
“Naughty girl, not asking…”
Her walls already pulse and clamp down, making it harder to drive in and out, but it only makes me want to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
“You want my cum?” I bark, dropping my hand from her mouth and going at her harder, knowing in her way she loves the punishment fucks, the brutality, the games we share.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good, because you’re getting it. If you weren’t pregnant already, I’d be rooting inside you today.”
She’s quivering, her once rail-thin form has gained some curves over the years and I love it all. She’s about three months along with our fourth, and she’s barely showing, but I can’t wait until she gets that round belly. It drives me fucking nuts.
I love our life. I love everything about us and can’t wait to see what the future brings.
“Please, Daddy, I want to come.”
Another rule, ask before you come. She doesn’t always get that one right either, but part of the fun is her breaking the rules.
“Give it to me, baby. Show me how you like a good Daddy fuck…” I feel her start to go off, her walls contracting as my balls seize up, delivering the first hot shot of seed into her cervix. I roar, filling her to overflowing, but continue pumping into her, imagining I’m driving every seed up into her womb.
We convulse and curse and call out. Panting and sweaty, as a knock on the door breaks us from the moment.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?” She answers breathless. It’s Jameson and thank fuck we’ve taught our kids to always knock first.
“Melanie’s crying.”
I slip out of my wife, pushing her down onto her knees. “Clean me up,” I order in a low voice, then turn my head toward the door. “We’ll be right there, buddy. Go sit with her for a minute, mommy’s just finishing up something in here.”
“Sure,” Jameson answers with irritation. “Just don’t take too long, sometimes you guys take a long time in there.”
Kezia’s mouth wraps around my cock, licking and sucking with her wide eyes looking up.
“I love you, little one.”
She pops my still swollen head from her lips to reply. “I love you too, Daddy.”
“Now finish up, do a good job or you might just get corner time again.”
She crinkles her nose. “Promise?”
I nod. “Promise.”
ARE YOU A DADDY’S GIRL? YOU MAY WANT TO CHECK OUT
YES, DADDY NEXT…
Driving down a dark street in blinding rain, I hit something.
That something turns out to be Esme Tremain. She’s running from someone, but I’m going to be sure she doesn’t run from me.
With one look at those red lips and mouthwatering curves, I’m instantly obsessed. When I tell her she belongs to me and she answers with, ‘Yes, Daddy’, her fate is sealed.
I’ll protect her.
I’ll possess her.
I’ll do anything for her.
Only, this sweet, smart intern at the DA’s office doesn’t know who I really am. I walk on the other side of the law and our differences may be the fire that burns the bridge between us. What she doesn’t know is, once I take all of her, I’m never letting her go.
Author’s Note: He may be nearly twice her age, and three times her size but when this smoldering hunk of organized crime hears his princess call him Daddy for the first time, he melts. Get your babygirl on with this over the top, possessive, filthy Daddy. Yep, yep safe, no cheating, a happy ending and no one is really related here, it’s all yummy Daddy Dom babygirl fun.
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Dani Wyatt used to feel bad about having such dirty thoughts. Luckily, one day, she decided to start writing them down. Her ultra-obsessed, alpha heroes have a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Her heroines are intelligent, quirky, and worry about having too much muffin top. So, if you like your insta-love over the top, super-hot, and always a happily ever after, you’re in the right place.
She’s fighting middle age like a warrior and lives an average life battling gravity. When she's not writing, she is probably laughing about some irony (like the fact that A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), reading, riding her horse, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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