Daddy's Toy-Box (A Daddy's Best Friend Romance)

by Caitlin Daire

  I’d also been stupid to tell anyone about us, even someone like Dr. Steinberg. I just wasn’t thinking when I did it; hadn’t considered how my actions might bother Jackson. I should’ve sought his permission before revealing our relationship to anyone, no matter who it was. But I didn’t, and now I was going to pay the price for all my immaturity and naughtiness.

  I was going to learn my lesson.

  I could feel Jackson looming over me on the bed, and I felt his palm brush my thigh. “This is going to hurt,” he said.

  “I know,” I replied breathlessly.

  “If you need me to stop, say the word.”

  “Yes, Jackson.” I nodded my agreement, but I was sure I wouldn’t tell him to stop. I wanted this so badly.

  “You can’t call me that in here. Daddy only.”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  He brought his hand down on me, taking me by surprise with the first slap. I took in a deep, harsh breath and jolted forward slightly, but his other hand was holding me steady, so I didn’t go too far. Jackson slapped me again, this time on my other ass cheek, and I exhaled deeply and let out a moan.

  “Ow!” I whimpered. “Oh, oh!”

  A satisfyingly loud crack pierced the warm air as he spanked me again, and I gasped as I felt something mixing with the pain—pure pleasure, radiating from my pussy. Jackson had just turned the vibrating thong’s controller on, and I gasped as throbbing tingles of desire spread through me from my head to my toes.

  “Harder,” I groaned, desperate for more of the incredible sensation. I’d never understood why people liked pain with their pleasure, but now I knew. It was powerful, potent, addictive. So freaking good.

  “You want it harder, baby girl?” Jackson growled.

  “Yes,” I cried, my voice throaty. “I’ve been so bad. Spank me harder!”

  He rained down another four slaps on my ass, alternating between the cheeks, and I cried out and gasped, barely able to breathe. One more hard slap and I let out a scream I couldn’t control, the pain finally edging over the pleasure.

  “Enough, daddy,” I moaned. When I looked up at the mirror overhead, I could see the red handprints on my ass cheeks.

  Jackson’s hand ceased its hard slaps, and I let out a gasp as I felt his fingers slipping round to my pussy, delving inside the thong to find my clit.

  “You’re wet,” he murmured. “Is it just the panties, or does it turn you on to upset me? Does being punished make you wet?”

  Yes.

  “No,” I said instead. The pain had faded now, and I was craving more punishment. Harder punishment.

  “You’re lying again. You remember one of my rules was to never lie to me, Lily.”

  “Sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to be bad...”

  “I think you did,” he replied. His finger gathered up the slick juices from my pussy, then slid back further, circling around the pucker of my ass. “I think you’re a very naughty girl. I think you want more punishment. Am I right, Lily?”

  My face burned hot as he slid the very tip of his finger into my ass. I’d never had anything in there before, never even considered it. But right now, as he slid inside me, I wanted nothing more. I wanted Jackson to fill all my holes, claim every inch of me.

  “Yes, daddy,” I gasped out, bucking against the finger. “I do want more.”

  “You want to be fucked hard, don’t you?” he said, his voice dangerously low. “You want me to slide deep inside your tight pussy and fuck your brains out….that’s the kind of punishment you want now, isn’t it?”

  I didn’t want it. I needed it. Needed Jackson to take me hard. Right now. Needed him to thrust inside me, stretching me wide to fill my pussy with his thick, hard cock.

  “Yes, daddy,” I said. “Please, fuck me.”

  Suddenly I no longer felt his presence on the bed. I didn’t dare get up and turn my head to see where he’d gone, though. I felt him return a moment later, and I heard the short clicking sound of a plastic bottle opening. Then I felt something warm and wet drizzling onto the crack of my ass, and my eyes widened as I realized what he was doing. He was lubing me up.

  He was going to fuck my ass.

  “You want punishment, baby girl?” Jackson whispered, pushing the thong aside so that my ass crack was fully exposed. “Fucking your pussy isn’t punishment. You love it. You know what real punishment is? Being denied something you love...”

  His finger was circling my asshole again, spreading the lube around, and I gasped as it slipped back into the tight entrance. My legs were beginning to ache from the seemingly endless kneeling I’d been doing over the horse, but I powered through it, desperate for Jackson to give me what I deserved. I wanted it. Wanted to let him use my ass; wanted him to use me. Wanted to be his fucktoy.

  “Don’t say anything. Just reach back,” he commanded. “Reach back and hold your ass open for me.”

  I did as he said, spreading my cheeks with my hands. My asshole opened wider for him, and he spread more lube over and around it, preparing me for his cock.

  “Are you ready?” he asked. “Ready for my cock, baby girl?”

  “Yes,” I gasped, every inch of me exploding with need. “Please fuck my ass, daddy.”

  I felt him slowly press inside me seconds later, stretching me unbelievably wide. I let out a guttural groan as he filled my ass more and more, and I kept my hands on my cheeks, holding myself open for him. My clit throbbed and my pussy was practically crying out for attention, but that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. I had to take my punishment before I was allowed to have my pussy fucked again, although this hardly felt like punishment at all…

  It felt incredible.

  When my ass had fully adjusted to having something inside it, Jackson withdrew before thrusting back in. I let out a deep moan, and he fucked me just the way I liked it. Slow and steady at first, then hard. Fast. The front of the vibrating panties suddenly went crazy again, and I gasped as an orgasm quickly built within my core. Jackson must’ve been playing with the settings on the controller with the hand that wasn’t gripping my hips, because the vibrations went from a slow buzzing to a fast, wild jolt and then back again. Over and over, driving me crazy.

  “Oh, fuck!” I cried as wild waves of pleasure crashed over me, searing each nerve ending. Jackson kept going, and each time he slid into me was better than the last.

  My pussy was dripping all over the spanking horse that I was still bent over, and then Jackson slid a finger inside me, finally ending the sweet torture of my pussy denial as his cock thrust in and out of my ass.

  “Such a good girl,” he grunted. “Taking it all like this. My pretty little doll.”

  I felt him swell thicker and harder inside me, and I knew he was about to come.

  “Yes, daddy,” I hissed out, barely able to speak through the haze of pleasure. “Come in my ass. Please!”

  A ball of tension knotted in my belly as another climax built courtesy of the still-vibrating panties, and I screamed loudly as I came again. Jackson grunted and thrust deeper than ever before spurting his hot release inside me, and then he pulled his cock out with a pop and collapsed on the bed next to me. I did the same, rolling off the horse and onto my back on the satin sheet.

  “Jesus, you’re going to be the end of me, little girl,” he muttered.

  I giggled softly. “At least I’ve learned my lesson now.”

  He put an arm around me, squeezing me tight. “Somehow I doubt that.”

  We lay there basking in the afterglow for a moment, and then Jackson got up and began to dress himself.

  “Jacks—I mean, daddy,” I began, remembering his rule for this room. “Did I…did I really fuck up that badly?”

  He frowned. “What do you mean, baby girl?”

  I bit my lower lip. “By telling my therapist about us. Is it my fault those rumors are going around in the gossip section of the paper?”

  He sat down on the end of the bed and patted it, motioning for me to come closer. I scooted
over, and he pulled me onto his lap. “Lily, the things we do are like a game,” he said. “I’m not really your daddy, and you didn’t really fuck anything up. We both just like to pretend. We like the power exchange.”

  “I know that,” I said in a small voice. “But I still shouldn’t have told her.”

  “It’s okay. She’s bound by patient confidentiality, so we could sue the ass off her if it is her going around saying anything to anyone. But it’s not, I can guarantee that. She has no reason to mess with us. No motive.”

  “Well, who does?” I asked, wrinkling my nose.

  “No idea. Obviously someone else is spreading rumors about us for some reason or other, but all we can do is wait for it to blow over. I don’t know why it’s happening, but I do know they have no proof right now. And they won’t get any. If we ever decide to reveal our relationship to the world, it’ll be on our terms.”

  “Okay,” I said with a soft smile. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside that Jackson had even considered going public with our relationship. This was definitely not some sort of short-term fling. This was going all the way.

  I was about to say something else when the door to the toy room flew open. I leapt to my feet and covered my bare breasts with my hands, and Jackson jumped up as well.

  “I knew it,” a deep male voice snarled. “I fucking knew it!”

  My heart sank, and terror filled every cell in my body.

  It was my father.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Lily

  “How the hell did you get in here?” Jackson barked, shielding my nakedness with his body. I cowered as I tried to find my clothes behind him, and my father roared with anger, ignoring Jackson’s question.

  “I knew as soon as I saw your face after I showed you that article. You’re fucking my daughter, you filthy fucking prick!” he shouted. “I’ve suspected something for a while now, with all these late hours, supposed ‘sleepovers with friends in the city’ and the brand new ‘work car’ today, but I guess now I know for sure!”

  “Dad,” I said meekly, pulling my top back over my head. “Please, stop.”

  “Shut up, Lily!” he said, casting his rage-filled gaze to me for a second.

  “Don’t talk to my girl like that,” Jackson said, hands curling into fists by his side.

  Dad scoffed. “Your girl?” he said, incredulous look on his face. “She’s my daughter, you fucking sick asshole!”

  “How did you get in here?” Jackson asked, repeating his earlier question. He was calm. Too calm for this situation. Maybe that was just something that came with maturity. Or maybe it was something that came with power—knowing nothing could ever really touch you.

  “I always used to have a spare key to your place,” Dad replied. “Figured I might still have it lying around somewhere. And I did. Searched around for a while, and I damn well found it. Surprised you haven’t changed the locks after all these years.”

  “So you thought you’d just let yourself in?”

  “When I think a dirty old bastard might be violating my daughter, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

  “Dad, he isn’t violating me!” I cried, trying to get in between the two men. “We’re together!”

  “Oh, I bet he’s convinced you of that,” Dad said, his voice icy. “You’re just a kid, Lily. You don’t know what men are capable of. But you’re not together!” He turned his attention back to Jackson and continued. “So this is what it’s come down to, huh? You’re still angry about what my wife did, so you try to get revenge by sleeping with my teenage daughter and taking her innocence?”

  “Craig, just calm the hell down,” Jackson said. “Lily isn’t a child, and this isn’t about revenge. I care about her deeply, and she feels the same—”

  Before he could finish his sentence, my dad swung a fist and cracked him in the jaw with a sickening thud. Jackson reeled back in shock, and then I saw something change in his eyes. They turned flat and steely, filling with vengeance, and he aimed a fist right back at my father, getting him right in the nose.

  “Dad! Jackson! Stop!” I screamed as they started to brawl right in front of me. I was helpless; all I could do was stand and watch as they pummeled each other and chased each other around the room, smashing their hands, elbows, knees and feet into any body part they could.

  “It was you, wasn’t it?” Jackson said, wiping blood from his mouth as Dad drew back for a moment to rub his fist. It looked like he had a broken knuckle. “You’re the one who sent those rumors in to the gossip section. Then you brought it up over dinner, hoping to sniff us out, you sneaky bastard.”

  “Fuck off,” Dad snarled. “I don’t have time for shit like that. Obviously there’s just someone else out there who isn’t a fucking idiot. Someone else who saw what I saw, realized what I realized. You think you’re hiding it so fucking well, don’t you? But you’re not. Stupid cunt.”

  He swung a fist toward Jackson again, but he ducked it effortlessly. “Craig, you’re frightening Lily. You need to stop,” he said, voice dripping with danger. “Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”

  My heart raced. I had no idea what to say, what to do. Whose side was I meant to take? My dad was being a total asshole, but now Jackson was threatening him, and he sounded serious.

  “Please just stop,” I finally choked out, tears streaming down my face.

  Dad pulled back and looked at me, gaze still simmering with anger. “Come home with me, Lily. Come home right now, and never see this man again.”

  I shrank back and shook my head. “Dad, no. You can’t make me do that. Why are you so mad, anyway? You two seemed to be getting along earlier!”

  “That was before I knew for sure that he was fucking my nineteen-year-old daughter,” he replied. “Come home. Now.”

  “No,” I repeated, trembling. “I want to be with…”

  “I said get home! Now!” Dad roared.

  “She’s staying here,” Jackson said firmly. “She’s old enough to make her own decisions, and she’s old enough to not be ordered around like this.”

  Not unless I want to be, I couldn’t help but think, though lord knows it wasn’t an appropriate thought to have in this moment.

  Dad stared at me for a long moment, and then he shook his head with disgust. “Fine, Lily. Do what you want. But don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart,” he said. Then he turned to Jackson. “And don’t worry. I won’t call the media and tell them their rumors are correct. My daughter doesn’t deserve the shit-storm that’ll result from that, and I’m sure you’ll screw yourself over eventually anyway. Don’t need my help to do that.”

  With that, he stormed out. I heard his heavy boots stomping down the stairs, and I turned to Jackson. “I’m sorry,” I said tearfully. “Thanks for sticking up for me.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault. People just have trouble understanding certain relationships. Especially fathers when they realize their daughters are growing up.”

  “Do you think the age gap is too much?” I asked, voicing the question that’d always sat in the back of my mind. “I mean, you’re only two years younger than my dad.”

  “Do you think it’s too much?”

  “Well…no. I’ve heard of tons of couples with age gaps like ours.”

  “If you’re okay with it, and I’m okay with it, then who cares what others think?” he said. “Your dad will come round. Trust me.”

  “I hope so,” I murmured. “Can I really stay here till then?”

  He ruffled my hair. “This is your home now, Lily. I’m going to take care of you.”

  Despite everything that’d just happened, I felt warm and safe. Content. I trusted Jackson beyond a shadow of doubt, and nothing negative could creep in now and ruin that for me. For us.

  I would always be safe with Jackson.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jackson

  “You okay, boss?”

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p; Kaye’s forehead wrinkled with concern as she looked at me from the other side of my desk as she took notes on what needed to be done today. I sighed and nodded.

  “Just a lot on my mind. Sorry.”

  The last week had been hard, ever since Craig came over and blew a fuse when he found me with Lily. I guess it wasn’t exactly easy seeing your daughter naked and freshly-fucked by a man twice her age, but he’d still overreacted. Very much so. The way he spoke to Lily like she was a goddamned ten-year-old pissed me the hell off. Lily was young, sure—too young for me would no doubt be the opinion of a lot of people if we ever went public—but she was still an adult. He had no right telling her who she could and couldn’t be with, and he had no right demanding she go home and never see me again.

  My heart ached at the thought of losing her, but it warmed at the immediate memory of her face when she said no to Craig, opting to stay with me instead. I loved knowing she cared enough about me to choose me, although things had still been strained over the course of the last week. I knew she pined over her old childhood bedroom and her old house in general, simply because of all the memories and the fact that everything had been ripped from under her so quickly. I’d caught her crying twice in the last week when she didn’t know how to use my coffee machine, because she was so used to the old one in Craig’s kitchen. It wasn’t a big deal, of course—it was just a damn coffee machine—but I knew the machine wasn’t the real reason she was so upset. Her nerves were frayed after what happened with Craig, and she desperately wanted him to come round to our relationship and tell us we had his blessing.

  I wouldn’t hold my breath, though.

  “No problem. I guess it’s hard balancing the campaign with your council duties. And running your old company as well, although at least you’ve hired people to take care of most of that,” Kaye said, misunderstanding why I had so much to think on lately. I didn’t correct her, of course.

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s a hard life being rich and powerful, eh?” she said. I detected a hint of flirtatiousness in her tone, but I ignored it.