Mafia Daddy: A Cinderella Adult Fairy Tale

by Henry, Jane

  "Oh my God, I am so sorry!" Her voice warbled, likely from the attempt at not laughing out loud. I shook my head as I finished wiping my face .

  "What the hell?" I asked her, and she pointed to the jet trigger she held in her hand. "Gabriella," I said, trying to be patient but wanting to drag her out of the bathroom and make her behave herself. "Put that down ."

  She did, looking at me bashfully .

  I crooked a finger at her. "Come here, please ."

  She walked over to me, biting her lip, and when she reached me, I yanked her close, wrapping one arm around her and tugging her so that she stood directly in front of me. I tapped her chin. "You like this place, don't you ?"

  "I do, Dante," she whispered. "This is... this makes me feel like a princess ."

  I held her close and kissed the top of her head .

  "You're tired, baby. I can see it in your eyes, and the way your whole body leans up against me as if you just want to get some sleep ."

  She yawned, then, at the mere suggestion she was sleepy, and it reminded me of a little kitten waking up from a nap. I held her even tighter. "Do you just want to get some sleep?" I asked her. I'd let it go, all the plans I had for her, if she just needed some rest .

  “Noooo,” she said, laying her head against my chest. “I don’t want to go to sleep now, Daddy. I want you to do… the things you said you would .”

  I held her close and lowered my hand to where her lower back sloped out to the fullness of her little ass. I squeezed .

  “Oh yeah ?”

  “Daddy!”

  “All the things I said I would ?”

  She tightened in my arms. "Wait. Wait just a minute. Does this mean that you're going to... you know ?"

  I felt my lips quirk. "Spank your ass ?"

  The breath left her in a whoosh. "Yeah ."

  "Of course ."

  "Oh, dear ."

  "Did you think 'oh dear' when you lied to me?" I asked sternly .

  She shook her head and bit her lip .

  I nodded slowly. Now that we were here and alone, I felt the rising need to touch her, to bring her close to me, to hold her and kiss her .

  "Go, then," I said. "Go to the room and strip. When I come in, I want to see you kneeling by the side of the bed in nothing but your panties. Understand ?"

  Her mouth dropped open and she blinked .

  I shook my head. "Not a very impressive attempt at obeying, little girl." She blinked again, and then she ran out of the room so fast I felt a little breeze pass me as she did .

  I listened from the bathroom as I splashed some water on my face. She was quiet out there. I freshened up, and came to her a few minutes later. I wanted her waiting. Eager. Knowing she was about to be punished would put her in a good mindset, and I wanted to work that to my advantage .

  She'd removed her clothes as I'd instructed, laying them neatly on the chair by a desk pushed up against the wall. She knelt by the side of the bed, wearing nothing but a thin pair of black satin panties. Her head was tilted to the side, and her cheek lay flat against the bed .

  "Good girl," I said. "You did the right thing ."

  She turned to look at me and I quickly shook my head. No. I was in charge now. She’d obey .

  "Turn back," I said sternly, swiveling a finger and pointing at the bed. She did as I commanded. “Good girl .”

  I watched her from where I stood, her thin, bare shoulders, the way the soft slope of her back gave way to the curves of her hips and backside, soft and creamy, the way she waited quietly for me as she knelt. Her nearly-white hair spilled on the bed, and one little hand was propped on the side of the bed while her other hand rested in her lap .

  It was almost a shame I'd have to paint that creamy white ass red .

  Almost.

  I prowled up behind her and she did not move .

  Good girl .

  "Get up on the bed, Gabriella. Hands and knees," I instructed, giving her a second to process my instruction. After a brief second, she pushed herself up and got on the bed on all fours. "That's right," I said. "I want you holding onto the headboard while I punish you. You stay in position until I tell you to move. Yeah ?"

  "Yes, Daddy .”

  When she took her position, I stood behind her and slid down her panties. She shivered a little when she was bared, but like a good girl, stayed in position. I unfastened the buckle at my waist, and with a quick tug, pulled my thick leather belt into my hands. I folded it, and without a word snapped it against her ass, two quick stripes .

  She gasped but held position .

  "Good," I said, laying the belt down and walking to the large, overstuffed chair in the corner of the room while I admired the pretty pink stripes I'd laid across her ass. I watched her, kneeling on the bed naked now, a welt rising from where I'd spanked her with my belt. "Stay there a while, Gabriella," I commanded. "Think about how you're going to behave. And when I call you, come to me ."

  I watched as her chest heaved up and down, and she pulled her thighs together, her eyes shut tight. But she couldn’t deny she was turned on. From where I sat, I watched as the glitter of arousal dampened her inner thighs .

  The only sound in the room was her soft breathing, and the hum of the air conditioning in the background .

  "Come here, now." She jumped, but she moved quickly to obey, releasing the bed rails and pushing herself off the bed. I watched her full, beautiful breasts bounce a little as she walked to me, her curvy hips swaying, still wearing the stripe from my belt as a badge of honor. I sat with my legs spread apart, still fully clothed, enjoying the power I held as she came before me naked, prepared to be punished .

  Without a word, I pointed to the floor in front of me, and like a good girl, she knelt. Her gaze rested between my legs. I was painfully hard, and wanted nothing more than to feel her lips on me, to grab her soft blonde hair in my hands and twist, while I fucked her pretty little mouth .

  As soon as she was close, I reached for her hair and threaded my fingers through it .

  She smiled at me, silent. It was the quietest I'd ever seen her. Usually she had something she needed to talk about. But tonight, she was giving me the control .

  I tipped a finger under her chin. "Will you behave yourself, baby ?"

  She nodded and looked away for a second before I tugged her chin and brought her eyes back to mine. I leaned in, needing her to know that I was serious, even though I still wanted her aroused .

  "Then lie over Daddy's lap ."

  Chapter Ten

  I stood, shaking a little, so turned on I thought I would die, but a little apprehensive as my belly hit his knee. He'd spanked me before, but this was different. Now, he was punishing me .

  "You know how I felt when I realized you'd lied to me?" he asked. His deep, growly voice scraped over my skin as I wiggled over his lap, the rough feel of his jeans beneath my naked skin turning me on .

  "No, Daddy. I didn't mean to lie." I protested, but the next second I yelped as his hand came down with a sharp crack on my bare backside. It hurt like crazy, and I got the message .

  "I don't want an excuse," he said, with another sharp smack of his hand. "I want your obedience." He spanked me again, and my mind cleared. I couldn't think of anything as I laid there over his knee, and later, I realized I liked that. I could only think about how sexy he was and how I'd never lie to him again .

  "A naughty girl who misleads her daddy needs a good, hard spanking," he said, before unleashing another swift, painful torrent of smacks .

  "Yes, Daddy!" I gasped .

  "Good girl," he said, after another moment of steady spanks. He said nothing more as he contin
ued to spank me. A sort of warmth flooded my core, and my ass was on fire, as arousal snaked its way through my whole body. My breath caught in my throat as my heart kicked up a steady beat, and I squirmed, needing more than the smack of his palm on my skin. I needed so, so much more .

  His strong hand held my waist as his other hand dipped down to the curve of my ass. It stung, but as his palm smoothed over the heated skin, a warm, delicious thread of desire licked through me .

  "Gonna be a good girl, Gabriella?" he whispered, massaging out the pain of my naked skin .

  "Yes," I nodded. "Yes, Daddy." I could hardly speak I was so delirious with need, so desperate to feel release. "Daddy, please... please ."

  He rubbed my stinging backside again, then slowly pushed my legs apart .

  "Please what?" he rasped, dragging a finger between my legs. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking for Daddy ."

  I squirmed and closed my eyes, but the truth was, he was right .

  "Yes," I whimpered. He chuckled, but I didn't know what else to say. He'd punished me and I was going to fly right out of my skin .

  "Open," he commanded in his deep rumble, pushing my legs apart. I obeyed on instinct, not knowing what he'd do but knowing I'd be okay with pretty much anything he wanted. My mouth opened as he pushed his fingers into my channel, then stroked over my clit. "Ah, good girl," he crooned. "Such a very good girl for Daddy, who's never gonna lie to him again. Right, good girl ?"

  "Nooo," I moaned. "Never. Oh my God, never ever again !"

  I needed the release. My skin ached, my pussy throbbed, hot with need. He had to touch me .

  "There you go," he said. "You're a lucky girl, Gabriella. I was gonna whip your ass with my belt, but I thought I'd take it easy on you," he whispered in my ear. I began to pant, my words becoming garbled. I was speaking nonsense, begging, pleading with him to put me out of my misery .

  "There ya go," he murmured, picking me up and holding me in his arms .

  "Daddy," I breathed, as he held me close to his chest, his erection pushed against my flaming hot backside .

  "Listen to me, little girl," he said, as he stood with me in his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. "You listen to Daddy now. Are you listening ?"

  "Yessss."

  "I want you to show me you trust me," he said. "Do you, baby ?"

  I nodded. He'd just spanked me and I wanted him to pleasure me and now he was looking at me like he had something else in mind instead of the orgasm I was dying for .

  What was it ?

  He grinned darkly, flat out grinned, and I think it was the first time I'd ever seen his serious face break into a huge grin like that. "Listen, baby," he said. "I'm gonna lay you on that bed. I'm gonna take good care of you. But you'll come when I'm good and ready for you to come ."

  Whaaaat?

  Was he... was he really doing that? For real? No way. No way . It was worse than being spanked. It was worse than being whipped with his belt .

  Okay, who was I kidding? I freaking loved both of those things .

  "Okay," I said, as he carried me to the bed and laid me down. "I trust you. I mean of course I trust you. Do you really think I'd have come with you all the way here if I didn't trust you ?"

  He grinned again and shook his head and muttered something about how cute I was .

  I looked down bashfully when he chuckled, but then his eyes grew more serious and he pointed a finger at me. I took him in, then, in his worn jeans and t-shirt, so big and strong and stern. "Stay right there, baby," he said, looking around the room until his eyes rested on something in the distance. He narrowed his eyes, nodded his head, and walked to the dresser behind me .

  The place was freaking huge, so when he walked away, I didn't know where he went or what he did. I just knew that he made me feel safe. He'd come for me and he cared about me. He'd beaten up the guys who were going to attack me the night before. And no, I didn't really know him all that well... yet... but there was something about the way he was with me that made me open my heart to him. Something that made me think, yes, this, this is what I want. This is who I need. So when he laid me on the bed and I felt my pulsing need, my backside aching from the strokes he'd given me, I knew .

  I trusted him .

  I started when I felt him right next to me at the head of the bed, but his eyes were focused elsewhere. "Stay still, Gabriella," he growled in my ear .

  I was not going anywhere. Nope .

  "Yes, Daddy." I nodded my head and closed my eyes, and seconds later something warm and soft touched my face. When I opened my eyes, though, I could see nothing .

  I gasped. "Dante !"

  "Right here, baby," in my ear. "Stay there, honey. Let yourself go. Can you let yourself go for Daddy ?"

  I swallowed and nodded. "Y-yes, Daddy," I said, though I felt my pulse quicken and my breath catch in my throat. "I'm here. I'm... I'm okay." But I wasn't okay. I was the little girl again, the one locked in a closet with lightning and thunder out the window, the little girl who needed a keeper, someone who cared about her .

  Just minutes before, he'd spanked me for not telling me the truth. I could not lie to him now .

  "No," I whispered, shaking my head from side to side, the cloth that covered my eyes dampening with sudden tears. "I-I can't lie to you. I told you I would tell you the truth. I-I'm scared being in the dark like this." And as soon as I spoke I felt his hand take mine, so strong, so warm .

  "Daddy," I breathed, feeling the safety and security of the name, how sweet it was to call him that. "I—" My voice warbled and I felt him lift me and hold me up against him. Though I couldn’t see a thing, I could feel him shift and hear the creak of the bed as he sat, cradling me in his arms. I could smell him, clean and strong and manly, and it warmed my belly .

  His voice came to my ear, strong and secure. "Gabriella. You are safe here. No one is gonna hurt you. Face the fear. Ride it. Don't let it take you. Own it ."

  I swallowed hard and focused on holding his hand as he continued to coach me. "Breathe deep, honey. Big, deep breaths ."

  I already couldn't see anything, so I closed my eyes again, this time not trying to fight it, this time just listening to his voice .

  He still held my hand, and he gave me a little squeeze .

  "You're doing great," he told me. "Just like that now." His deep voice was almost melodic, now that the blindfold hid everything else, and all I could focus on now was the way he spoke, his rumbling voice soothing me, sending a wave of calm over me as he smoothed a hand through my hair. The feel of his fingers along my scalp pulled the tension out of my body, and between his voice and his calming touch, I released the tension. I inhaled deeply, feeling my entire body rise with the breath, then exhaled so slowly, bringing my body back down .

  "What a good girl," he whispered in my ear. "This is about trust. You are strong, Gabriella. You can do this. And when you let things go and trust me, it means more to me than I can say. You aren't the little girl who's hurt, now," he said, his hand starting at my temples and slowly, softly, easing through my long hair, tugging along gently with a pull I felt through my whole body. "You're not the one neglected and hurt, baby. You're the one I'm going to ravish." He kissed my cheek, his warm body pressed up against mine as he whispered in my ear and held me. "Just trust ."

  I nodded. "I will," I said .

  "Not gonna let you go," he promised. "The whole time, I'll touch you, so you can feel me ."

  His fingers left my hair and I felt his hand press against my shoulder, then both hands were encircling my waist. The bed shifted with his weight.
I could see nothing through the blindfold, but soon my fears gave way to something far better, as the warm, sensual feel of his mouth lapped at my breasts. My breath came in gasps, and one of his hands grasped first one breast, then the other, kneading them as his tongue trailed along the sensitive skin .

  "Good girl," he breathed, the warmth of his breath whispering along my skin. "That's Daddy's very good girl." His mouth was at my breast again, his tongue circling my nipple before he pulled it fully into his mouth and sucked, hard. My hips bucked and my hands flew up at the feel, but he was ready, his strong hands grasping my wrists and pinning them down .

  "Feel," he commanded. "Just feel ."

  And so I did. The darkness swirling around me blocked out the noise in my mind, and a sort of quiet descended on me as he continued to lave my nipples, first one, then the other. His teeth grazed along the sensitive skin, a tingle of pain pierced my senses seconds before he asked forgiveness with the softest swipe of his tongue. One warm, strong hand kneaded my breast as the other made its way down my breastbone, past my belly, and lower still, to my pussy. The sensation of his mouth on my nipple while he teased me had me quaking beneath him, and every fear fled me as all I could do was lose myself to the sensuality, to my rising need, to the way he expertly manipulated my body .

  His fingers explored my pussy, gently circling my clit, working me up as he stroked me. I was building, the sensations nearly overwhelming me. My ass still throbbed as he fondled me, and my need was rising with every stroke of his tongue against my nipple, every flick of his fingers on my clit. Without being able to see him, I didn't know what he'd do next. I was held somewhere between hope and ecstasy, needing him to take care of me. My breath caught in my throat as he lifted me again and laid me gently on the bed .

  "Keep your hands there," he said, and I jumped a bit. His voice was back at my ear. A warmth covered my body as if he were laying atop me, but then I felt his mouth, first at my collarbone, then down to my breasts, teasing one nipple then the other, before tracing down to my navel. Both strong hands trailed down my sides as he lifted me, a flick of his tongue at the top of my thighs making me jerk with the sensation .