My Bully’s Daddy

by Callahan, Kelli

  Hannah: They didn’t make you work late your first day?

  Justin: Nah, this company seems a lot more relaxed than the one I used to run. My boss is a millennial. Instead of focusing on hard work and dedication, he preaches the importance of a work-life balance.

  Hannah: Sounds like a nice place to work…

  Justin: I’ll be running that place in a week. :)

  Hannah: Is that an emoji!?

  Justin: Apparently, you can click this button and send people smiley faces—and eggplants. Why the fuck is there an eggplant?

  Hannah: Uh. Vegans?

  Justin: I don’t see a lettuce emoji. There’s a peach…

  Hannah: Put the eggplant and peach together.

  Justin: They don’t go together… Oh! I get it now. Pretty clever.

  I was discussing the sexual innuendos of emojis—that was what my relationship with Justin had devolved to. We used to set the night on fire and make it burn until the sun came up. We chased our passion until we were literally exhausted—until I woke up with sore muscles and my legs were cramped and barely functional. I was on the cusp of learning that I liked being over his knee—that I liked feeling the hairbrush on my skin, even when it started to sting—and I really liked calling him Daddy. All of that was ripped apart because of my lie—because of who his daughter was—and I no longer cared about the latter. Bianca had done enough damage. She didn’t get to take away the one thing in my life that made sense—just because she was born. I leaned forward, took a deep breath—and typed out the message I had deleted so many times.

  Hannah: I miss my Daddy.

  Nineteen

  Justin

  I found a way to bring balance to my life as the days passed by. I started going to the gym every morning to work out some of the stress and frustration in a positive way. I applied for a few jobs and finally landed one that had potential. It wasn’t a revelation or a twist of fate that brought me there—it was my nightly conversations with Hannah. An eighteen-year-old high school student, who should have never been mine, was the hand that stayed extended when the world closed in around me. It began to transcend the desire that simmered between us when we threw a lit match in gasoline and succumbed to our desires. A friendship formed, and while it was rather unconventional, I cherished it.

  I did my best to keep the conversations civil, and as appropriate as possible, even though her gorgeous curves were always on my mind. I knew that they should have never belonged to me, but that didn’t change the fact that I knew them like the back of my hand. The day she said she missed me, I confessed that I missed her too—but it never went further than that. The next day, we were back to discussing the randomness of our lives. I wondered if the fire still burned—if she still wanted me as much as I wanted her—or if the things my daughter did had created a permanent divide that could only be crossed when we were safe behind the computer screen.

  Then she said she missed her Daddy.

  Those words were an open invitation. It was proof that the fire hadn’t gone out. My mind raced when they flashed on my screen, and I tried to figure out how to respond. It was every kind of wrong, but the give-a-damn inside me was hanging on by a thread. Something brought us together the day I found her on the side of the road. It didn’t matter if it was divine intervention or temptation—we had something special. We made the most of the circumstances that were in front of us. We both needed something that day, and we found it. I fought against it, but just like I gave in that day—I gave in to the message on my screen.

  Justin: I want to see you.

  Hannah: When?

  Justin: Now.

  Hannah: Okay.

  Hannah’s green light went off. She was no longer online. I hoped that meant she was on the way to my townhouse. My willpower was shattered. The need was too strong. It didn’t matter if she was eighteen or eighty; our souls had bonded on a level that made age seem irrelevant. If she could look past the fact that I failed as a parent and unleashed a monster on the world that bullied her without remorse, then I could look past the lies she told. All of that was in the past. The only thing I cared about was the future—and the present, when I saw headlights turn into the parking space next to mine. I walked to the door immediately and pulled it open. There she was—the most beautiful woman in the world—and the smile on her face as more mesmerizing than any sight on earth.

  “I missed you so fucking much…” I pulled her into my arms, and she hugged me so tight that I thought she might crack a rib, but I didn’t care.

  “I missed you more.” She leaned back and looked up at me.

  “That’s not possible.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “Then prove it—don’t tell me—show me.” She bit down on her bottom lip.

  I slammed the door shut and kissed her—it was the same fire and passion that had burned between us every single time we were together. I crushed her lips beneath mine and ravaged her mouth as our bodies seared together. Her hands started to tear at my clothes. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted her in my arms so fucking bad. I pulled her towards the stairs, and we left a trail of clothes along the way. When we got to the bedroom, the only thing that I was wearing was my boxers, but she was still wearing her jeans. My fingers immediately went to the button, and I unfastened it—my hand moved underneath the denim as I started to push them down, but I didn’t feel the familiar silk against my fingertips—all I felt was skin.

  “You aren’t wearing any panties…” I leaned back and raised an eyebrow.

  “Oops.” She shrugged playfully and grinned. “I guess I forgot.”

  “That’s a problem…” I looked towards the hairbrush that hadn’t moved from the nightstand since the last time I used it.

  “Yeah…” She sighed. “I guess you’re going to have to punish me, Daddy.”

  I slid Hannah’s jeans past her hips, and she stepped out of them as I pulled her towards the bed. I thought those curves were burned into my brain, but a memory was nothing like the real thing. She had a smile on her face when she stretched out across my lap, and she gasped when the flat side of the hairbrush moved against her skin. The submissive inside of her no longer needed to be coaxed to the surface—she loved being in that position. I wanted to have her in my arms and feel that wet pussy stretched around my cock, but we had plenty of time for that—and it would be a lot wetter when I was done spanking her.

  “Are you ready for your punishment?” I patted her ass with the hairbrush.

  “Yes Daddy.” She looked over her shoulder and grinned.

  I’ve certainly missed how much those words make my cock throb.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “That’s a little harder than last time…” She whimpered, sighed, and squirmed.

  “I know how much you like it now.” I chuckled under my breath and lifted the hairbrush.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow!” Another whimper; followed by a jerk of her body when the last one landed.

  “Too much?” I put the hairbrush down and rubbed her ass with my hand.

  “No.” She spread her legs and tried to lift up to find my finger as I slid it between her thighs. “It’s just an intense feeling…”

  “I can tell.” I moved my fingers along her pussy lips. “You’re practically dripping.”

  “It really turns me on.” She moaned, and then a loud gasp rushed from her throat when I moved my finger down to her clit.

  “I’m not going to give you too much of this.” I swirled my finger around her clit a few times. “I remember what happened last time.”

  “The hairbrush may make me come before you get a chance…” She moaned a little louder, and I pulled my finger away.

  “Then I guess I need to spank you harder.” I chuckled and reached for the hairbrush. “Obviously it isn’t a very effective punishment if it’s making you come.”

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Oh god…” Hannah’s legs came t
ogether, and she gasped.

  Spanking her harder doesn’t seem to work either…

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “All done…” I put the hairbrush down and felt her tremble on my knee.

  I didn’t even have to ask if she was okay—because she wasn’t—she was so turned on that her entire body was on edge. I pulled Hannah into my arms and immediately shifted so that I was on top of her. Her fingers pushed against my boxers until they were down, and I kicked them the rest of the way off. My hands forced her legs apart, and I guided my cock to the entrance of her pussy. It was so wet that I slid in with ease, even though she was tight as fuck. I started thrusting a little slower than normal because she was so damn close to erupting that a few hard ones would have probably sent her over the edge immediately. Even the slower ones were enough to make her pussy squeeze my length with the sweet spasms that preceded the eruption I craved more than anything else in the world at that moment.

  “I’ve missed every bit of this…” She purred into my ear. “This closeness—this feeling—I’m so sorry I lied to you.”

  “We wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t.” I pressed my lips to her neck. “Just promise that you’ll never lie to me again—no more secrets.”

  “I promise.” She gasped. “I’ll always tell my Daddy the truth.”

  My thrusts picked up speed. She was so fucking close, and I wanted to feel that beautiful orgasm on my cock, even if it wasn’t enough to send me over the edge. My balls were definitely tight—they were already begging for a release. I spent years not having the kind of explosive climax I craved, but one month without the gorgeous curves I claimed had left me with a bigger set of blue-balls than years of being unhappily married. Her moans got louder—her body started to tense up and writhe underneath me—every time I slammed my dick into her g-spot, I was surprised when that thrust didn’t make her come. My need turned to desperation. I fell forward and hammered her pussy so hard that the bed protested, but I didn’t care—it could turn to rubble if that’s what it took to make my lovely Hannah explode.

  “Oh god.” Her nails dug into my shoulders. “I’m gonna come!”

  “Come for me…” I growled into her ear. “Because I’m about to fill your fucking pussy!”

  I pushed my arms up—my head went back—my cock throbbed and pulsated. I felt her orgasm begin and it was accompanied by a scream. There was no way I could hold back—I didn’t want to. I drove my cock deep inside her. Her orgasm started a half-second before the first surge of lust shot through my shaft and erupted inside her. My thrusts picked up again, and her pussy milked my cock while I hammered it with everything I had. My balls drained, but I didn’t stop until multiple orgasms ripped through Hannah’s body, and her arms finally fell to the mattress. We were both spent. I landed on the bed and pulled her into my arms. That’s where she belonged, and I had no intention of ever letting her go again.

  “You’re mine.” I pressed my lips to her ear. “Forever…”

  “That’s a really long time…” She exhaled sharply.

  “Not long enough. I love you…” I sighed and leaned back. “I mean that.”

  “I love you too.” She nodded and smiled. “I knew that a long time ago, but I was afraid to say it.”

  “You don’t have to be scared of anything while you’re with me. I’ll always take care of you.” I traced her body with the tips of my fingers. “No matter what.”

  We stayed wrapped up in a lover’s embrace for the rest of the night and chased our desires until the sun came up. I knew there would be more hurdles to overcome, but I didn’t care what they were—I would leap them with a smile on my face as long as she was in my arms. A lie brought us together. The truth almost tore us apart. The love that had bonded our souls was enough to overcome them both. We found ways to navigate the things that should have severed what we shared, but there was nothing stronger than the two of us together.

  I’ll spend the rest of my life showing her how thankful I am that she is mine.

  Epilogue

  Hannah

  Seven months later

  “We made it.” Candice walked up to me as I stood next to the stage, waiting to walk across it and get my diploma.

  “Yes we did.” I nodded and smiled. “I’ve faced the worst that Bradford Academy could throw at me—now it’s time to say goodbye.”

  It was bittersweet in a way. Things had actually been great for me after Queen Bianca was exiled from her kingdom. The Bradford Elite disbanded, went their separate ways, and showed some semblance of being normal human beings as our last year of high school passed us by. Amy had actually spoken to me a few times—but I wasn’t ready to call her a friend. Jillian found a new group to hang out with, became queen of the prom, and never stopped trying to form a new coven of heartless bitches. I wasn’t sure how she was going to make it in the real world, but I was pretty sure the shock she was going to get outside of those hallowed halls was going to be just as much of a revelation as the one Bianca got when she started attending public school.

  The only thing I cared about was the man in the crowd—the one standing next to my mother who seemed to be competing with her to see who could clap the loudest when I got my diploma. He truly was my miracle—and my sin—but both of them were beautiful. Our relationship wasn’t public knowledge, for obvious reasons, but I shared it with the people I cared about. My mother was shocked, to say the least, and it took her a few weeks to fully process everything, but she finally accepted it. She just wanted me to be happy, and she saw how I looked at Justin—and how he looked at me. Candice was thrilled—despite the age difference—until she found out the man I was in love with was Bianca’s father. Eventually, she came around as well after getting to know him.

  “I’m so proud of you.” My mother extended her arms for a hug as soon as I walked over to her with my diploma in hand.

  “Me too.” Justin hugged me as soon as she let go.

  “Don’t you dare let that hand go past her waist.” My mother glared at him. “Not until you put a ring on her finger.”

  “Mom!” I felt my face turn red.

  My mother accepted the fact that I was dating Justin, but she just chose to believe that we were paragons of virtue waiting until our wedding night to take things further than a hug or a kiss. Thankfully, she never asked me directly—probably because her illusion was better than hearing the truth. She would have gotten it if she dared to ask the question. I had taken a permanent hiatus from lying, even if it was what allowed my relationship with Justin to flourish before the truth came to light. I wasn’t ashamed of what we had, and I would have shouted it from the mountaintops if I had the chance—well, maybe not all of the details about what went on behind closed doors—some things were better left unsaid.

  “So…” I squeezed Justin’s hand and leaned against his ear once we were away from the crowd. “I’m not wearing any panties under my graduation gown—or anything else for that matter...”

  “That’s just cruel.” He exhaled sharply. “We have to go back to your house for graduation dinner—and your mother’s flight doesn’t leave until Monday!”

  “That’ll just give you a little bit of time to think about what you’re going to do to me when you have me all to yourself again.” I giggled. “And what my punishment is going to be—Daddy.”

  “You’re going to get a lot more than twenty smacks with the hairbrush.” He squeezed my hand a little tighter. “That’s for damn sure.”

  Good, that’s exactly what I was hoping…

  * * *

  Three months later

  “I guess we can just put the boxes over there with all the others.” He motioned to the living room.

  “We are definitely going to unpack mine and all of yours.” I gave him a wide-eyed stare.

  “Fine, I guess it’s time…” He walked over and placed a box on the floor.

  “This box is heavy!” A groan echoed from behind us.

  “I told you not
to get that one, Bianca,” Justin growled and ran over to take it from her. “You never listen to me.”

  “Nope, and I never will.” She smiled and walked back to the truck.

  “I guess I should make sure she doesn’t grab anything breakable.” I rolled my eyes and followed her outside.

  Bianca—never really stopped being the queen of her own life. Falling from grace, having everything taken away, and being forced to go to public school humbled her a little bit, but she had a long way to go. She didn’t really seem that concerned when she found out that her father was dating someone she used to go to school with—someone that she bullied without remorse when she was the leader of the Bradford Elite. Maybe the fact that she didn’t drown me in the swimming pool the day that she found out about my relationship with her father was all of the kindness that she was able to muster. We hadn’t said much, but she was spending more time with Justin, which I thought was a good sign—she even volunteered to help us move my stuff to his townhouse after the lease ran out on my mother’s house.

  “Just because you’ve got a diamond on your finger…” Bianca turned towards me when we got to the truck. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to start calling you stepmom.”

  “You can wait until we’re married for that.” I winked at her and grabbed one of the boxes.

  “As if…” She glared at me and reached for a box. “I’m sorry, by the way—for being such a bitch to you.”

  “I think being a bitch is a pretty big understatement.” I lifted the box. “Try heartless bitch—that’s more appropriate.”

  “Don’t push it.” She lifted her box and walked towards the townhouse.

  I guess it’s progress…

  “Everything okay?” Justin walked up to me and turned his head towards Bianca as she made it to the door.