Pose

by Becca Jameson

  Morgan lifted her gaze to his chest, licking her lips.

  Good. She wanted him. Whatever the fuck she’d been doing with Andrew before he entered the room, her eyes were on him now. Just thinking of the man and what might have happened in the next minute if Julian hadn’t entered made his blood boil. He’d deal with Andrew later. For now, his attention was focused on his naughty little girl.

  Julian deliberately popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper, slow and easy, watching Morgan’s chest rise and fall as her breaths increased.

  He kicked off his shoes and shoved his jeans down his legs until he could step out of them. He’d come commando.

  Morgan bit her lower lip.

  Julian stood before her, letting her look her fill, knowing how much she admired his body. His cock grew on its own until Julian took the length in one palm and stroked upward to the tip, finally releasing it to bob in the air. He couldn’t do more than that without losing control.

  And he needed all the control he could muster for what he had in mind. “Lie back flat on the desk, my bad girl. Arms above your head. Grasp your wrists with your hands.”

  Her light hair splayed out across the glossy dark wooden surface as she complied.

  Julian reached for her thigh and rolled her stocking down her leg until it slipped off her foot. He loved how she looked in stockings and ordinarily would leave them on. But they left her feet too slippery for what he had in mind. She needed to be able to maintain purchase with her heels on the desk.

  He repeated the action on the other side, setting her ankle back on the edge of the wood surface. “Knees wider.”

  She let her thighs fall open farther.

  “Keep them open. If you close them, I will punish you further. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Repeat my instructions.”

  She licked her lips. “I will keep my legs open for my Sir.”

  Julian circled her desk, watching every aspect of her body as goose bumps rose on her skin. The suspense was torture enough for his little girl.

  He opened the desk drawer and pulled out a plastic ruler, tapping it against his palm with one hand as he closed the drawer with his hip.

  Morgan flinched. He’d never used a ruler on her before. The sting would get her attention.

  Slap slap slap, he continued to swat his palm. The noise echoed in the room.

  “I seriously doubt everyone has left this building. You might want to consider that if you have the urge to scream or moan.” He circled her again until he reached one side and paused.

  Morgan tucked her lips under and held them between her teeth as though fending off a future need to scream.

  “Look at me, little girl.”

  She turned her head his direction.

  “In ten years you have never done anything half this naughty. You’re testing me for some reason. I will have answers. I promise you that. But first you will endure a punishment unlike any previous one as well. Are you ready for it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You left me alone in the cabin. Took my car. Fled back to the city. With zero communication. Four days ago. Four days, Morgan.” He circled to the other side of her, and she twisted her head to follow his movements. “And then I walk in here to find another man’s hands on you and you moaning in pleasure.”

  “I—”

  “Don’t interrupt me, little girl. You know better. There’s no explanation needed. I know what I saw. Don’t try to deny it.” He leaned into her face as he spoke. “Not a sound. Not one word. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You will take what I give you without an ounce of resistance. You’re mine. You did this. You brought this on yourself. Now you will endure whatever I have to give. If you can’t, you will use your safe word, and we will need to completely renegotiate our agreement.”

  She nodded.

  Julian finally touched her. His cock bobbed against her elbow as he leaned forward and stroked two fingers over her nipple. Again and again he caressed the bud until it stood at attention, a deep pink against her beautiful pale skin.

  When he was satisfied, he switched to the other nipple, treating it to the same attention until it too stood ripe and hard.

  Without a word, he grasped the base of her tit and wrapped his hand around it, squeezing until the flesh bulged high on her chest, forcing her nipple to pucker even more.

  And then Julian swatted that little bud with the ruler in his other hand.

  Morgan squealed and bucked her chest. He knew she would. He’d spanked her tits in the past, but never with a ruler and never for this level of punishment.

  Julian swatted the nipple again and then landed several blows on the surrounding pale flesh of her breast. “Lovely.” He released the tit and flicked his finger over the distended pink nipple, now darker than its mate. Inch-wide lines from the ruler rose on her breast, indicating exactly where he’d slapped her.

  Morgan’s eyes glistened, but she didn’t cry. He watched her stare at the ceiling for a moment, judging she could take more as her breathing returned to a more normal pace. She surprised him with her ability to endure.

  Instead of switching to the other breast, Julian spanked the ruler over the first distended nipple again.

  Morgan flinched in shock. Her breast jiggled in the aftermath.

  “I can’t begin to imagine how many swats you deserve for the last four days, so I’m not going to make you count them. I’d much rather you remain silent during this punishment. And I need you to concentrate because you aren’t allowed to come.”

  She shivered.

  “At all, Morgan. You will not come. Not in the beginning. Not in the middle. And not at the end of the punishment. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “What did I say?”

  “I am not permitted to come, Sir.”

  “When are you allowed to come, little girl?”

  “Not now. Not unless you say so.”

  “And I will not say so. Not after four fucking days. So I’m glad you’re clear on that.”

  Julian landed a quick succession of swats to Morgan’s other tit, expertly slapping the pale globe from the underside to the nipple until he finally flicked the ruler directly over the bud.

  Morgan bucked again, lifting her chest higher. She squirmed against the desk.

  “Can you hold still, little girl?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “No movement. None. It’s a simple request.”

  •●•

  It was not a request. It was a commandment. And Morgan knew he meant it. He was in a different state of mind than she’d ever seen in the last decade. He was beyond pissed. As she’d known he would be when he finally showed up.

  The only thing that had kept her from worrying herself to death all day had been the intense concentration she’d put into the Smith tour and the needs of her Loft staff. She’d shoved Julian’s future anger to the back of her mind in order to concern herself with what was the second most important venture in her world.

  Julian circled her again.

  Her nipples stung fiercely. Her pussy was so wet, moisture ran in a line between her ass cheeks to pool on the desk. She fought to remain still, trying to catch her breath while she had the opportunity.

  When Julian stopped between her legs, she tipped her chin down to see him. He set one finger on her clit and tapped.

  Morgan battled the desire for more. He’d made it clear she would not be permitted to come. She imagined he was about to test her ability to hold back.

  He added a second finger to the first and slapped her clit again.

  Morgan flinched. What did he have planned?

  Julian stroked both fingers through her folds and thrust them into her deep and hard and fast.

  Morgan bucked, lifting her ass off the desk against his command.

  Julian removed the fingers as fast as he’d plunged them in. “Flat on the desk, little girl. I’ll cont
rol this. You’ll accept your punishment.”

  Deep breath. Morgan set her butt down and tried to rein in her need to come.

  Julian turned his palm up, wrapped his fingers under her ass, and pressed his thumb into her pussy. He controlled her with that grip. His hand was that big.

  And then he swatted her clit with the end of the ruler—gently, but it didn’t matter. She whimpered. A steady stream of taps ensued. Just before she flew over the edge, Julian stopped. He knew her so well.

  He continued to hold her down with his thumb inside her channel, but he gave her clit a break. The nub pulsed, swollen and craving more attention. So close…

  Everything was spiraling out of control. His fury and his obvious desperation pounded her senses. She’d never needed release this bad before. Not in ten years. Not ever.

  Julian stroked her puckered nether hole with his middle finger. Her cream coated her everywhere. He didn’t need lube. He pressed that finger inside her and held steady. “Good girl. Don’t move. You will not come. You will endure.”

  Morgan wasn’t sure she could continue to comply, but Julian was a patient man. He waited, his fingers remaining inside her but not moving.

  When her breathing was almost back to normal, he spanked her clit again with the ruler. Sharp taps that stung and left her needier than before. She lost count. Three? Maybe four? And he stopped. He set the ruler on her thigh and swatted the skin next to her pussy on both sides, avoiding her clit, but keeping her on edge.

  Again Julian spanked her swollen nub. It felt ten times larger than normal. She couldn’t lift her head any longer to see, nor did she have clear enough vision to focus. She kept her eyes closed. Concentrated hard on keeping her orgasm at bay and not moving. The effort of keeping her legs spread and her hands above her head was more than she could handle at the moment.

  Julian repeated the process over and over, swatting her clit and sometimes her nipples, pushing his thumb into her channel and his finger into her ass, just enough to bring her to the brink, and then he’d pull back and wait until she stepped away from the edge before starting over again.

  Finally he stopped, pulled his hands away from her, and set the ruler on the desk. He grasped her inner thighs and held them wider. She met his gaze, her eyes swimming in tears of frustration. He stepped closer, his cock bobbing so close to her center.

  Morgan wanted him more than ever. She was so deep in subspace she couldn’t hold on to any thought beyond wanting him to fuck her.

  But a little voice in the back of her head told her she wouldn’t have him tonight. A tear trickled down her cheek, and Julian leaned to lick it. “My bad girl,” he whispered. “Mine.”

  •●•

  His cock was diamond-hard. Ready to explode on contact. He wanted to take her everywhere. Wanted to hammer into her until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t say anything, couldn’t think about anything but him.

  She looked down the length of the desk at him. Her eyes continued to leak defeated tears, and her face was a mask of desperation he hadn’t seen on her in a long time. Jesus, it was exquisite. He’d never felt this powerful with her, completely in control and out of it all at the same time. She would do anything to come. He wouldn’t give that to her, though. Not after she left him for four days without a word.

  “Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he said, his voice stark and desperate in its own right.

  “You, Daddy. Please.”

  And that’s all it took. He didn’t need to be touched. He didn’t need to be inside her. He just needed the one word. Daddy. Then he came all over her chest, her stomach, her thighs, her pussy. White come squirting from his dark cock onto her beautiful red ruler lines.

  He bent to lick himself from her clit, sucking so hard she nearly screamed. Finally, when he was sure he owned her completely, he gave in and growled, “Come now, my little girl.” And in a moment his mouth was flooded with her juices, and her body convulsed over and over, banging against the top of the desk for long minutes until she was fully spent.

  After, he picked her up and pulled her into his lap, soothing her, wrapping her up in the throw blanket she kept tucked in the bottom of her desk. Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, and her cheeks were flushed and stained with tears.

  “We’re going to talk about all of this. You’re not running away again. You are my little girl.” The words felt different now. More important. More of everything. He was responsible for her and she belonged solely to him.

  “Yes, Daddy.” She nodded and fell asleep in his arms, completely spent from his punishment. He cradled her, tangling his fingers through her white-blonde hair as he looked out into the darkness of the Minneapolis streets.

  Chapter Eleven

  Somehow Julian managed to partially dress Morgan and get her home. She was so out of it she didn’t have the first clue how he managed. He kept the blanket wrapped around her since he’d ruined her skirt. He did not set her down as they exited the Loft or as he entered their apartment. She came in and out of sleepy consciousness, waking to have him press a water bottle to her mouth and then tuck her back into their bed. By the early hours of morning, she was rested but ravenous. She found him in the kitchen, cooking in only a pair of low-slung jeans, his bare feet planted at the stove. She loved to see him like this.

  She slid up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against the muscles of his back. The familiar position giving her a semblance of normal for them, something she needed if she was going to have an honest conversation with him. Finally.

  “You came to get me,” she whispered, dusting kisses across his shoulders. His warm back felt wonderful against her sensitive naked chest.

  He flipped off the stove and turned to face her. “I gave you a collar, Morgan. That’s my commitment. I will always come for you. Always. Until you give me back the collar.” He paused, and Morgan’s stomach dropped. “Is that what you want? Do you want to return my collar?”

  She looked at her feet and shook her head. “No, Sir.”

  “Then what do you want?”

  She couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat, and the silence between them was deadening. Finally he gripped her chin and tilted her face to his. “You’re going to need to ask, princess.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  She stepped away from him and felt like her heart was wrenching in two. “Because it’s not something you want.”

  He stalked toward her and pressed her into the island, his hands caging her on both sides of her hips. “It’s been a long time, Morgan. I’d have thought we were past the point of you not understanding this.”

  She trembled at the harshness in his voice, but her nipples pebbled at the heat pouring off him. “I understand.”

  “No. You obviously don’t. One thing. There is one thing I want more than anything else. What is it?”

  She licked dry lips, her body quivering at the feel of his arms around her. She shook her head.

  “Baby girl,” he said, and his voice cracked. On instinct she reached out and smoothed her hand down his cheek, her fingers dancing over his slight beard. “Where did I go wrong with you? When did you stop believing in me?”

  His words nearly broke her. Left her crumbling and so desperate for this. For him. She was too worked up, so there was nothing that could stop her from blurting out, “I stopped believing when you didn’t think I was enough.”

  He reeled back, dropping his hands from the island. “What? What are you talking about?”

  She felt bereft without his arms, but it was the space she needed to free herself and clear her head. “You said it from the very beginning, Julian. I wasn’t enough for your voraciousness. I couldn’t satisfy you. That’s why you needed other people.”

  A sound escaped from the back of his throat like a wounded animal. Morgan’s head whipped up, and she stepped toward him.

  “Jesus fucking Christ. That’s what this is all about? That’s why you want
me to yourself? That’s why you left? That’s why you’re withdrawing? Because you think you’re not enough?”

  “You told me as much.”

  He raked a hand over his smooth head and paced around the room. “I was trying to protect you, for fuck’s sake. Do you even understand what lives inside me? The darkness? The desire to take everything from you, bleed it out of you, and keep it for my own? You were eighteen when you came to me. Eighteen. Barely legal. Do you think I could have told you all that? How would you have reacted? It was so new to you.”

  A ragged sob slipped from her mouth. “I would’ve understood. I would’ve listened.”

  “No. You would have been freaked the hell out. You would have thought I was a monster. You’d come to me with a diploma in your hand, all fresh faced and proud of your accomplishment. What would you have done if the first words I said to you were, ‘I want to fill every hole in you until you’re soaked in my come and begging me to take you like the slut that you are.’ Eighteen, Morgan. It was ten years ago. Why are you just telling me these fears now?”

  She slid to the floor, her legs no longer able to hold her up. “I would’ve understood. But you never even gave me the chance. You just said you’d be with others. Then handed out these parts of yourself to people who aren’t me.”

  He dropped down on his haunches next to her and gripped her shoulders. “You never asked for them.”

  A surge of conviction whipped up her spine, and she glared at him. “Well, I’m asking now. I want to renegotiate. I want more. I want it all.”

  His gaze pierced her. Desperation and hope and most of all a giant encompassing fear that she would have given anything to be able to erase. “Then say it, little girl.” His voice was a low whisper, and it made her heart throb in her chest.

  She didn’t need to ask what he meant. It had been sitting between them since last night. Since before then, even.

  “Give me everything, Daddy.”

  •●•

  Julian lifted his little girl by her shoulders until they were both standing. He kept his gaze locked on hers, knowing his fierce look had not yet subsided.