Daddies of the Castle

by Adaline Raine

  “It’s up there, for sure.” He fed me another bite and I eagerly allowed it. The act was strangely intimate but I liked it.

  “It's so good!”

  “What sort of scenarios have you been restrained during, and what materials were used?”

  That topic changed quickly. I opened my mouth for another bite. He gathered another bit onto the fork but didn’t offer it.

  “Answer me first, Lucky.”

  “Yes. Ropes and stuff.” I pointed to my mouth but his eyes darkened. "Yes is an answer.”

  “Elaborate.” His eyebrow quirked.

  He was so sexy when he stared at me like that.

  “I haven’t been tied down in a long time. The most enjoyable experience was when this Top used these super soft ropes which wound around my arms, not too tightly, and fashioned a lasso to secure them to a bed. He did the same thing to my legs until all my limbs were bound.”

  “Did he do anything else to you?” Doc held the fork to my lips and I murmured happy noises while I ate it. He repeated the process several times until I hummed.

  “No, but I wanted him to. I think it would have been a great set-up for orgasm denial.” I blinked. “Am I giving you naughty ideas?”

  “I’ve already got tons of ideas, Lucky, and all of them are naughty. I’m just asking what types of play you’ve actually engaged in. So, what if your legs were restrained in leather straps but they were open?” Another scoop of cheesecake slid up onto the fork.

  I knew this game and answered faster than the last time. “Yeah, I’d like to try that. Is there something you’d like to do while I’m in that position?” I was rewarded with a large chunk of sugary sweetness.

  “There are many things I can think of. Sensation play is a big one, since you can’t get out of the restraints but so is orgasm control, sounding, anal stimulation and the list goes on and on. We can go slow. The slower we go, the greater the sensations.”

  “Did you say sounding?” I stole a cookie from the plate and shoved the whole thing in my mouth. He was serious about being into naughty medical play. Oh, my freaking lord. Sounding was another one of those secret hidden kinks that I’d never thought anyone would ever be open minded about, much less into doing to me. I grabbed another cookie and shoved that in as well. I reached for a third but received a glare. Doc held a napkin up to my lips.

  “Spit it out. You'll choke with that much food in your mouth. It'd be a shame for me to work this weekend instead of playing with you.”

  I chewed faster.

  “Now, little girl. Don’t make me tell you again.”

  His tone got deeper and he sounded like a real Daddy. I did as he commanded. He stood up and returned a moment later with a bottle of water. He twisted off the top and handed it to me. The napkin was no longer in his hand.

  “Sorry, I got nervous.” I took a few swallows from the bottle. “Did you mean sounding as in actual sounding ?”

  How many times could I say the word sounding in a small amount of time? The room seemed to close in a bit, and I abandoned the water for the iced coffee. I had checked off sounding and other more intense medical play in the interest forms I filled out.

  “Yes. Some women love the feeling of being stretched in a location they don’t normally experience, and the orgasms are different.”

  “Is that something you might do to me?” My voice cracked.

  We stared at each other for a moment. Doc took a large forkful of cheesecake and held it to my lips. I accepted it and chewed thoughtfully, waiting for him to answer me.

  “Your pupils are huge.” He smirked. “I’d like to do it but only when you’re in an adult mindset. I’d really enjoy bringing you to orgasm from inserting a tiny metal rod into your urethra. If you’re already strapped down to my table and blindfolded, I bet I could get you moaning in record time.”

  Yes. I liked all of those words. His table. Him doing things to me to make me moan. Blindfolds. Rods. I bit down hard on my lip and a metallic sweetness filled my mouth. I wanted to experience all of it. Whatever Doc wanted to do, I was ready for it.

  “Hm.” I eyed the cheesecake. “I’ve done a lot of online searches but whenever I got the nerve to bring it up in person, like once or twice, I’d receive negative static. Innocent little girls can’t be dressed in frilly dresses one minute and then cream their panties at the idea of being probed the next.”

  It was similar to what I’d mentioned in the medical room, and his jaw relaxed and clenched as if he were taking his words into serious consideration before launching into an explanation.

  “I really hate whomever led you into that mindset.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and released it. “If you take nothing else away from your time here, please consider what I’m about to say. When you’re in a younger space there are going to be certain things you enjoy more than others. Are you with me so far?”

  I nodded but he didn’t continue. Oh, he was waiting for some verbal clue. “Yes, I'm listening to you.”

  “Good. So, you’ve mentioned cuddling, coloring, listening to stories, and not having to make decisions when you’re all dressed up, but you mentioned punishments as well since you enjoy pushing buttons and not always following the rules. It's all in good fun since you don't want to irritate your Daddy.”

  “Yes, for real.”

  The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. Doc scraped the last tiny bite of cheesecake onto the fork and fed it to me.

  “When you come out of that headspace and you’re ready to enjoy more adult fun, it’s all right to test out more intense scenes.”

  I licked my lips and nodded. “What’s your favorite part of a scene?”

  “Nothing is hotter than pushing gently against limits and helping someone find a new kink.”

  He wiped his thumb across my bottom lip and stuck his finger out to me. I licked off the creamy goodness and though it was only a small amount, I made sure it was completely removed from his finger, sucking way longer than needed. The intimacy of the moment clenched my pussy in anticipation.

  “Don’t tease me, Lucky. You wanted to finish your coffee but I’ll flip you over my shoulder and have you upstairs and into your room faster than you can blink.”

  “Oh,” I scoffed. “You can't pick me—” I clamped my mouth shut.

  Those gorgeous green eyes turned from the light grass color I enjoyed looking into to a deep forest shade. I was done for. I had pressed against a warning that Doc issued, and he responded immediately.

  Lifting me up and out of my chair (away from my delicious iced mocha) he tossed me over his shoulder. My silky purple dress flipped up for a moment, my panties prominently displayed in all their ruffled glory, but I dared not fight him. No. I didn’t want to be publicly spanked. He smoothed the dress down over my ass. I said a silent prayer of thanks.

  “From here on, any phrase which directly challenges me is going to be met with immediate repercussions.” He pinched each of my bottom cheeks in turn and I hissed. “It doesn’t matter where we are or who is around. Am I clear?”

  “Yeah.”

  Two hard slaps landed on each of my cheeks. Shoot. He wanted a title I hadn't thought to offer.

  “Ow! We’re not even playing yet.” I sniffled.

  “Unless you call your safeword, there is no ‘off’ switch at the Castle. If you’re feeling overwhelmed or upset by something, then you ask. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I wished I’d remembered to use the title a few moments ago, like he had mentioned over dinner. I hadn’t asked for clarification and it was hard to think while being held upside down. No one had ever carried me quite like this. The tears continued to fall but I didn't bother to brush them away.

  “It sounds like you're finally listening.”

  “I am listening! Can you please repeat what my choices are when I'm addressing you? I'm having trouble remembering.”

  “Sir is always appropriate, as is Master Gabriel.”

  Oh. I liked the way he
said his name, and heat flushed over my skin. Everything this man did aroused me on some level. Scratch that. All the levels he brought me to aroused me.

  Doc opened the door to my room and stepped inside, locking the door behind us. Would he stay in my room with me all weekend? I swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths.

  “Is there anything else I can call you?” I prompted. I’d heard other Littles refer to their caregivers as Mommy so-and-so or Daddy so-and-so.

  “What else would you like to call me, Lucky?” He set me on my feet and stared down at me. I twisted the tail of one of my braids around my index finger, fidgeting as he studied my movements. He clasped my hands in his, freeing my hair. It forced me to take a pause.

  “Da—Daddy Gabriel?”

  “Yes, but you’re the only one who’s allowed to call me Daddy.”

  “I thought you said you’ve never explored this dynamic,” I pointed out matter-of-factly.

  “You're right, Lucky. I don’t have any practical experience in a Daddy role, but I’ve done a lot of research.”

  “So, what if I call you Daddy in the middle of a scene?”

  “Good question. It depends on what we're doing. If you're restrained, for example, it's an adult scene, so I'm going to think you've escaped into a younger mindset. I'll pause the scene.”

  “You'll stop what you're doing just because I call you something other than Sir or Master?”

  “Not exactly. I wouldn't want to scare your Little side any more than I'd want to quell your unbridled inhibitions when you're firmly in an adult headspace. Have I answered the question to your satisfaction?”

  “Yes, Sir.” I stared up at him for a few minutes, refusing to ask him more questions, though I had some still on my mind. I tugged away from his hands and stretched my arms over my head, faking a yawn. “So, I should get going to bed. It’s been a long night.”

  “I agree you should get a full night’s rest, and you will, but you were a cheeky little thing down in the dining hall.”

  He'd outsmarted me. It was far too early to go to bed anyhow, but I wasn't sure what Doc had on the agenda.

  “Oh.” My mouth dropped open and I shut it slowly. “Are you going to spank me?”

  “Yes, that's the plan. I'm going to spank your cheeks until they are blushing.” Doc tapped the tip of my nose. “I think you'll be much better behaved.”

  My head bobbed up and down but I couldn't make any words come out. I was excited and aroused and something else, something that felt like trepidation. What if I couldn't handle his spanking?

  “Are you about to punish me for poking at you?”

  “No, Lucky. I'm not spanking you as a punishment. We're still getting used to one another.” He gestured to the far corner of the room. “Go stand in the corner while I get things ready.”

  “Standing in the corner sounds like a punishment.” I dragged my foot back and forth along the floor.

  “No, it's not a punishment,” he repeated with conviction. “If you stand here and see all of the implements I pull out of my bag, or the toys I select from this room, it's just going to get your mind racing.”

  Oh. I'd forgotten about all of the additional toys he had at his disposal. If you opened it, it was yours. Butt plugs. Dildos. Lube. Restraints.

  “Are the toys expensive? I wouldn't want to run up a crazy tab.”

  “You're not purchasing anything unless you decide to do something crazy and open all of them, but that would be rather foolish and very expensive.”

  “Sometimes I do foolish things. Take this whole weekend, for example.”

  “Corner. Now.” He pointed.

  “Did Stasia mean that Daddy Drake had already asked Master Marshall for you to use his ticket this weekend way before I showed up?”

  “Well, not before you showed up, but they do know I have a tendency to overwork myself. Plus, your kinks mesh with the exact type of play I enjoy engaging in.” He rubbed a hand across the five o'clock shadow on his chin. “I didn’t mean to pull you out of the moment. I’m happy to be spending this weekend with you.”

  “But?”

  “But I’ve let you slide because of your earlier condition. From here out, there's no more wiggle room. When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it. Am I understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Master Gabriel took hold of my shoulders and spun me around toward the direction of the corner. “Good. Now go and stand in the corner.”

  I eyed the corner but I really didn't want to stand there where I couldn't see what he was doing. Ugh. I shuffled across the room with exaggerated movements and the approximate slowness of a sloth.

  “Hurry up, little girl, or you’ll get my belt too.”

  So help me, I’m about to push hard.

  “What if I want your belt, Daddy?” My voice turned husky and I glanced over my shoulder. My headspace was pure adult despite the scenario the two of us had just discussed. He moved faster than I anticipated, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. His eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched and relaxed as he studied me.

  “Now that I know you want it; you’ll have to beg me for it.”

  Arousal flooded my body and soaked my panties so quickly that I bit back a moan. One of his hands snaked around my head and he took hold of both braids. I wasn’t going to last another minute with him. He could probably make me come just by staring at me. One swift jerk tugged a loud moan out of my lips.

  “Ah, I'm not so good at begging, Sir.”

  “Then I’ll just have to help you learn.” His eyes lit up, and for one brief second the evil smile of a true sadist flashed across his beautiful face. “If I have to put you there, Lucky, I promise you this will turn into a punishment.” He tugged on the braids again before releasing them with a stern glare.

  I scurried into the corner like he had directed. Nope. I didn't want a punishment, even though the idea turned me into mush. I positioned myself into the small space with my nose pressed against the wall. What did he mean by getting things ready? How long was he going to make me wait here?

  “Good girl,” Doc praised. One simple sentence lifted my shoulders and I promised to do as he said without too much push back from here out. At least, I hoped so.

  I stared at the wall while I counted to a thousand for the fourth time in what felt like one thousand minutes. My bottom tingled with anticipation and my pussy clenched.

  Two hands appeared on my waist and Doc twisted me to face him. He took my right hand in his and led me over to the large four-poster bed. Pressing my hands down into the soft mattress, he edged his leg in between mine, forcing me to spread them. The waistband of my cute panties was grasped and lowered to my knees. Suddenly aware of my private holes on display for his inspection, I whimpered.

  “Shhh, Lucky.” He ran his hand over each of my cheeks. “You've wanted a good, hard spanking for a long time, haven't you?”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  “Do you know your colors?”

  “Green means keep going, yellow means slow down and red means stop.”

  “Very good. My goal isn't to make you call red. An occasional yellow isn't terrible when you're first playing with someone, so you can learn where the limits are, but hitting red isn't fun for either of us.”

  Four heavy smacks bounced off my right cheek. The pattern repeated on my left and alternated while I groaned into the sheets. Four across the expanse of my ass and then four light slaps to each thigh. I pedaled my feet up and down but didn't move out of place. One of his fingers dipped inside my heat.

  “Oh,” I moaned loudly, embarrassed by how good it felt. I hadn't had a boyfriend or friends with benefits situation in over a year, and there were certain spots a toy just couldn't reach. Doc hit the perfect angle and easily found my G-spot when he moved just a little deeper. Of course, someone who’d studied anatomy and physiology could find my hot spots within moments.

  “I've barely started and you're already wet.” He added another digit, stretch
ing me. “So wet,” he repeated as he moved in and out of my pussy.

  “Oh my God.” I relaxed into the mattress as the stress flooded out of me in waves. He had magical fingers.

  “Should I let you come before or after I paint your ass red?”

  Trick question, it had to be, but what was the answer he was looking for?

  “Um.” I breathed out slowly. “Before.” A tiny alarm sounded in my brain. “No, wait! After.”

  “I've learned that the first answer is usually the most honest.” Doc pumped in and out of my pussy faster and faster. I clenched, close to reaching my peak, when he suddenly withdrew his fingers. He'd deny me the orgasm since I wanted it so badly.

  “Argh!”

  I wanted to spin around and give him a piece of my mind, but orgasm denial and edging were both listed on my paperwork. Master Gabriel brought me right to the cusp of the edge of a cliff. I could almost see the lip of it, but I couldn't jump off of it into bliss. Not yet. I almost sobbed.

  “Beg me for it, Lucky.”

  “I'm not sure how to beg,” I whined.

  My outburst earned me several solid blows to the fullest part of my behind with something heavy.

  “Ow!” I threw a hand over my butt. Doc pinned my wrist to the small of my back and continued spanking me. “I really don't know how to beg, Sir.”

  “How do you ask for something you want?” he growled against my ear. “Hm?”

  New kink: listening to Doc growl.

  My dripping pussy clenched. The cadence of his tone stroked all of my pleasure spots and it stopped me from fighting him any harder.

  “Puh—please let me come, Sir?”

  “Soon.” He released his hold on my arm. “You're overdressed, Lucky. Let's remedy that before we continue.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I pushed my panties off and stripped out of the lovely dress. I sat on the edge of the bed and Doc wasted no time in removing each of my shiny shoes and frilly socks. He grasped the bottom of my undershirt and tugged it off as well, leaving me completely bare. I blinked up at him.