Daddy

by Handel, Shanna

I push harder, entering her further. Slowly, I move back and forth. Her ass begins to rise to meet me—a sign that I can go a little harder, a little faster. It feels so good, to be so close to her, so intimate. Her ass tightens around my cock, milking it for my seed. The tightness gathers in the base of my cock, my balls constricting, readying for the powerful orgasm that’s building in my core.

  She squeaks, “I think... I think I’m coming... but it feels different.”

  “Different how, baby girl?”

  “I don’t know. Fuller? Deeper? Ah—” Her words turn to cries as the muscles of her ass clench down hard around me.

  She’s coming and it’s my undoing. I grip the sheets in my damp palms, my teeth clench as a fierce climax plows through my body. The cum bursts from my cock, filling her ass and spilling from her crack. After a moment of clenching bursts, I withdraw from her.

  Collapsing beside her, I push her damp hair back from her face, kissing her forehead. “How did you like it?”

  Her face flushes, as she admits, “I loved it.”

  “Ready to clean up?” I ask her.

  She gives a shy nod.

  Standing from the bed, I go to her side. Scooping her up into my arms throws her into a fit of giggles that make me laugh. I carry my bride to the huge double shower. After I place her down onto her feet, I warm up the water from both showerheads.

  We step inside and enjoy the hot streams of water cascading down our bodies. I open a bottle of body wash, squeezing a generous amount into my hands. I soap up my cock, cleaning it.

  I fill my hand again, all the while watching as my beautiful bride suds her hair. Her eyes are closed, her head back. Water and suds stream down her breasts, her pink nipples standing proud.

  I have the sudden urge to take her again. “Turn and face the wall. Press your palms into the stone and let Daddy clean you.”

  “But I am clean.”

  “Not everywhere. Don’t make me wait.”

  Giving me a sexy grin, she turns slowly, shaking her head and making her hair flow down her back as she does. She lifts her arms, pressing her palms against the stone wall just like I told her to.

  “Good girl.” I fill my palm with body wash once more. I close the gap between us. Sliding her hair from her shoulder, I lean down, kissing her neck. I press my chest against her back, the heat from my skin melds with hers. I lather her breasts, my palms sliding over her hard nipples. Slipping my hand between our bodies, I rub my palm over her ass. Then I take my slick, soapy fingers and slide in between her cheeks. Up and down, in and out. She presses harder against me, her head lolling back as I play with her bottom. Now that her naughty little bottom is all clean, I detach the showerhead, rinsing her thoroughly.

  She turns to face me, her eyes heavy with lust, her face flushed. Her nipples are even harder, pleading to be touched.

  I take one between my fingers, pinching it until she gasps. “Has Daddy neglected your poor little pussy all day?”

  She bites her bottom lip, nodding.

  “Let me make it all better.” Kneeling before her in the shower, I put my mouth on her. Her fingers run through my hair as I eat her out, the hot water rushing over both of us. She rises up on tiptoe, ready to come.

  I pull away, standing and grabbing her ass, pulling her into me. I bend my knees just enough to line my cock up with her wanting, begging pussy.

  Locking my gaze on hers, I plow fully inside of her with one, powerful thrust. “You know I love you?”

  She nods frantically, her eyes closing, her fingers digging into my shoulders, “Yes, yes.”

  I thrust again, holding still and feeling her pussy clench around me. “You know that I will always love you?”

  Her answer comes in a breathy gasp, “Yes.”

  I give a few more hard thrusts, each one increasing the building pressure in my cock. “And that I will always take care of you, as long as I live?”

  “Yes, oh, yes!” she cries, her climax building. “You take such good care of me, Daddy.”

  Her words are lighter fluid, taking the flames in and burning my core, making them explode into an inferno. “Come for me, baby girl.”

  I pump into her, my rhythm hard and fast, holding onto her for dear life. Putting off my own pleasure as long as I can until finally...

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her pussy clenches around me, her shuddering orgasm racks her body and I come with her, my cock shooting into her sweet pussy and filling it with my cum.

  Kissing her, I hold her close, panting, “Now that is how you start your day.”

  She laughs. “You can say that again.”

  I grab her chin, tilting her precious face up toward mine. I kiss the tip of her nose. “But don’t forget, I still have to punish you.”

  Her eyes widen. “But I thought you did—with the plug.”

  I give her the daddy look. “That was for not telling me where you were going.”

  She asks, “What else are you punishing me for?”

  I say, “Lying to me in the note you left me.”

  “Oops, I think I may have forgotten all about that... and what’s my punishment to be?”

  “No panties. Sitting on a chair on a spanked bottom. Writing the real note you should have left me. The truth.”

  A flush rises in her face. “Yes, sir.”

  I towel every inch of her skin and dry her hair with soft white towels. I get dressed while she waits for me on the bed, naked.

  When I’m ready, I stand before her, rolling up my shirtsleeve. “First, your spanking. Then the note.”

  She looks up at me with wide eyes and nods.

  I sit on the bed and she obediently crawls over my lap, her nude body stretched out like artwork, a beautiful vision. I lecture her as I spank her, reiterating the rules, why they are in place, their importance.

  Each spank punctuates an important point.

  I tell her how much she means to me.

  How I’d be lost without her.

  How I can’t ever let anything happen to her.

  When I’m done, there’s a pretty pink circle on each of her ass cheeks. I lead her over to the desk, still nude, and sit her in the chair. There’s a piece of paper and a pen ready for her.

  I watch from across the room as she sits, writing diligently, her still damp, golden hair cascading down her naked back. When she’s finished, she turns, holding it up for me, a look of amusement on her face.

  I take it, reading it out loud. Her words make me chuckle as I read.

  Dearest Daddy,

  I’m so sorry that I won’t be home tonight. Unfortunately, I’ll be tracking down your ex-girlfriend to harass her and make sure she doesn’t think she’s going to get between us. Which is altogether ridiculous of me because you made a vow to forsake all others and care for me till your dying day. And though you’ve never before given me cause to think that you would break your vow, I’ll find all kinds of ‘clues’ to tell me otherwise.

  I should mention, before I finally find your ex-girlfriend to harass her, first I am going to go out at night in the middle of the city without telling anyone where I am going. Then I’m going to drop my nice phone that you bought me in the gutter, get super-duper lost, and put myself in further danger.

  Luckily, a nice stranger will point me in the right direction, otherwise I might have been lost all night.

  I’ll finally find the pub I’m looking for and make friends with your very kind ex. Then I’ll drink an espresso martini while she texts you to come and save me. You’ll text her back something highly inappropriate and embarrassing, then meet us for a drink.

  Later, after doing unspeakable things to my body, you’ll gift me with the most gorgeous ring a girl could ask for.

  Let this letter assure you that I’ll never pull a stunt like this again. In the future, if I leave the Village, I promise to let you know where I’m going. For real.

  Love,

  Charlotte

  Gathering her in my arms, I kiss her, my heart full of gra
titude for this little wife who was forced upon me. Had the circumstances not been so dire, I may never have known what true joy is.

  Exhausted from the day, I fall asleep with her in my arms. My baby girl, the love of my life.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Charlotte

  Though it’s wonderful to be visiting my parents’ home, I find myself longing for the Village. Here in their house I’m reminded of the old Charlotte, unsure of herself, lonely, wanting more. It casts a shadow of sadness on my visit, remembering how isolated I was, living with my parents, my college friends scattered, my only social engagement my lunch dates with Emily.

  Now my life is so full, I can barely keep up with my schedule. I’ve made more friends than I could have hoped for. And I have an adoring husband who loves me.

  Tonight, five months after our wedding night, Eli’s finally deemed me discreet enough to let me loose amongst our friends and family. Our small hometown bustles with excitement as big white tents are set up in the grassy field off of Main Street.

  It’s a chilly fall day but my parents insisted on an outdoor affair, as the leaves are at the peak of their changing colors. The gold, burgundy, and sunset orange trees sway in the breeze. Men set up bar top tables built around tall metal patio heaters.

  Caterers are setting up long silver trays over burners, preparing for the buffet-style banquet we will feast on, tonight. Kegs of beer are carried in. A makeshift bar is set up with liquor and wine.

  We told everyone it was a spur of the moment elopement. That I was visiting a friend in the city, bumped into Eli, and sparks flew. We ran away, marrying in secret then spent a few months honeymooning together, madly in love.

  We will celebrate our true love tonight at an event we are calling a ‘post elopement party.’ My mother, being the practical woman that she is, searched to the ends of the internet, researching the proper protocol for such an event. She landed on leaving the bulk of the explanation to the invitation:

  Happily Ever After Has Already Begun!

  A long-standing friendship quickly bloomed into love five months ago when Charlotte and Eli exchanged vows in a private ceremony. Please join us now in celebration of their joyous marriage!

  Mr. Tom Greene & Mrs. Frances Greene invite you to join them and their dear friends, Mr. Bob Tatum & Mrs. Shirly Tatum the last Saturday of this month at six o’clock for a post elopement party where there will be dinner, drinks, and dancing.

  Your presence is gift enough but if you feel you must give, the couple urges you to donate to a worthy charity in their honor.

  We sent out over one hundred invites, and received over one hundred RSVPs marked yes. Including one from a very beautiful, very famous actress. I’ve spent the past few days begging my father not to make too big a fool of himself in Cascade’s presence, and to please at least allow her to get a drink and a plate of food before he bombards her with questions about Stargazers.

  I’m wearing a teal gown Emily helped me pick out before she left for the Parrish. It was a tearful day of shopping, but we both knew the end was coming. She’s sent a gift for this evening, and now that I’m dressed with hair and makeup done, I’m allowing myself to open the colorful package.

  I tear back the pink and green paper, revealing a small black box. Lifting the lid, I whisper, “Emily, what have you sent?”

  Sparkling on top of a pillow of cotton is the blue diamond bracelet I wore the day of my wedding to Eli. The same one she wore when she married Luca.

  Tears smart my eyes at the sight of the band. I lift it from the box, turning it in the light. “My something borrowed, something blue. She can’t mean for me to keep it?”

  The inside of the discarded lid catches my eye. I recognize Emily’s neat, small print. She’s written me a note inside the box. I lift the lid, reading her words.

  Dearest Charlotte,

  We both wore this bracelet on the day we married our husbands, but in my heart, I know that it’s meant to belong to you.

  Your battle of the heart was harder won than mine. You’ve earned it.

  May you wear it to remind you that the best things in this life are worth fighting for.

  I couldn’t be prouder of the strong woman you’ve become. All my love.

  Xoxo,

  Emily

  Her words elate me yet make me miss her all the more. I slip the bracelet around my wrist, laughing, “Thanks for making me cry, friend.”

  Dabbing at my eyes, I take one last glance in the mirror to be sure I’m still looking presentable. Satisfied, I hurry down the stairs to meet Eli.

  I find him standing in the living room, waiting for me. When he sees me, his eyes light up, that same look that was in them the day he saw me in the wedding dress—as long as I live, I’ll not forget how he looked at me in that moment.

  “Ready, Daddy?” I ask.

  To my surprise, I hear two men respond to me. “Yes, dear.”

  My father has just entered the room and he looks at Eli in surprise, then recognition lights his gaze and he gives my husband a knowing wink, causing heat to rise in my face.

  Eli takes me in his arms. Leaning down, he whispers in my ear, “I think he knows I’m your daddy now.”

  I smile up at him, my heart filled with adoration. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Linking arms with me, he guides me to the door. “May I escort you to your party, my princess?”

  And I feel just like a princess tonight.

  A princess who’s on the arm of a true knight in shining armor—one who sacrificed everything in order to protect her.

  To save her life.

  A princess, who in turn, earned the most sacred gift of all—the love of her knight.

  Epilogue

  Victoria

  Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Hell, I didn’t even get to be a bridesmaid this time. Charlotte was whisked away from the store and married so fast I hadn’t even had time to change my underwear before she became Mrs. Bachman.

  Do I truly envy her—a young girl forced into marriage upon threat of death?

  Yes!

  Because everything worth anything in this world is within those four walls. And I have to find a way in.

  Or die trying.

  I know I was destined to be a Bachman Beauty. There’s only one hang-up—a woman only gets in through marriage. And no man from the Brotherhood has shown me any interest. I blame it on lack of exposure. The only men I meet are the ones who are already head over heels for the one woman they’ve come to buy jewelry for.

  Maybe I should consider a different job. I could try my hand working at Barbells, the family’s gym. Sweaty single guys lifting weights, their hard muscles rippling under their bad ass tattoos.

  Too distracting. I’d be fired for drooling all over the check-in desk.

  There is one place though... a club where the single Bachman men spend their weekend nights when they aren’t otherwise engaged in criminal activity. It’s called Gotcha’s, the dance club slash bar on the corner. I’ve yet to make it on the guest list no matter what strings I’ve tried to pull, but maybe, just maybe there’s another way in.

  As a sexy, young, female bartender.

  Well, sexy if I tried. Maybe. I’m a bit of a klutz and every time I put on stilettos and try to do a catwalk sashay, rolling my hips like one of those Bachman women, I end up falling on my face.

  The ding of the bell on the door—the same one that’s been ringing in my ear for four long years—rips me from my planning.

  Rockland, the head of the family, walks in. I stand straighter, swallowing down the nerves I always feel in his presence. “Good morning, Mr. Bachman. How may I help you?”

  He gives me a short nod. “Victoria, I’ll make this quick.”

  It’s only when I hear the terseness in his voice that I realize the day I’ve been dreading has come. I notice a friendly, yet guilty-looking brunette perched behind him. Instantly I know who she is.

  My replacement.
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  I rush over to him from behind the counter. “Please don’t fire me! I know what I did to help Charlotte was wrong, but can’t you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

  He shakes his head and the woman gives me a sympathetic gaze. “I’m sorry. You’ve been an invaluable employee to the family, up until your misjudgment. I can’t have anyone in my employ who I don’t trust.”

  Panic grips me. My mom told me the day I turned eighteen that I was an adult and basically kicked me out. I’ve had no other job but this. And no one pays like the Bachman family.

  I plead my case. “But I never when to college, I came straight here out of high school. I have no other experience than working your counters and I highly doubt any other jeweler out there will hire me when they hear I’ve been fired.”

  He says, “I’ve taken these facts into consideration. As well as your loyalty to the family. That’s why I’ve arranged for you to have another job. One where your pay will be generous, your tips ludicrous. You’ll probably earn twice what you’ve earned here.”

  My panic ebbs as Rockland’s words brew curiosity within me. Visions of an apartment with its own private bathroom—one large enough that I can’t reach out and touch all four walls when I’m standing in the center of it—swirl in my mind.

  What place could possibly pay so well? I ask, “Where?”

  “Gotcha’s. The Bachman-friendly club down the street. They know I trust you—as much as I can, now—and what a hard worker you are. They’re excited to have you on board. Your training begins in two days’ time.”

  It’s as if Rockland is my fairy godfather, granting the wish I made just moments before! I can’t believe my luck, and the coincidence. It makes me tongue tied as I stammer out, “I-I don’t know what to say.”

  He gives me a smile that tells me all is forgiven. “Say thank you. And say you’ll take the rest of your time here to train Charlie as your replacement.”

  I grin from ear to ear. “Thank you. And yes, of course, I will.”

  He leaves.

  She hovers by the door. “I’m really sorry I’m taking your job, I feel awful.”