Millionaire Daddy

by Piper Stone

  He snickered as he eased down on the chair. “I enjoy cooking. I always have. I find the act relaxing.”

  “Not arousing?” She swirled her finger around and around, her smile like a kitten in heat.

  “Mmm… In truth? Often. Depends on the food as well as the company.” He twirled the pasta around his fork, unable to take his eyes off of her. “To answer your question, I read, enjoy music, play a terrible game of golf, and love the beach.”

  “I thought all executives were taught how to play golf like a pro. Isn’t it in some contract?”

  He burst out laughing. “I must have missed the class. I play because it’s a level playing field with my prospective clients. We can enjoy the game, the contest between two testosterone-laced fellas, and a cold brew all while signing a deal.”

  “Commercial development. Sounds interesting.” She took a sip of her wine, licking a drop as it rolled down her chin.

  “Boring as hell,” he admitted, chewing as he realized just how much he’d grown to dislike what he was doing. He thought of his deal with Brice Waters, wondering if he could actually make a difference in people’s lives. The concept had never been in his repertoire before. His eyes caught her sinful actions, the deep hunger in his groin increasing with each passing second.

  “Then why don’t you do something else?” she asked, twisting the linguini around her fork, using the soup spoon to nestle the end.

  Smirking, he took another bite. He’d never asked that question, had simply taken over for his father, assuming the role. He swallowed and leaned forward. “That’s a very good question. The money, the perks, I suppose.”

  “But if you’re not happy, how much can the money matter?”

  She was so frank, so honest in her questions and comments. This was the first time he’d had dinner with a woman where she’d hadn’t been more interested in what he could do for her, including Catherine. He’d never felt so relaxed, so at ease in his adult life. “You’re right. Money means very little to me.”

  “And this house doesn’t seem like you. At all. Oops, I mean, Sir.” She giggled and hid behind her glass, her eyes twinkling before lowering her head.

  “Not my choice, I assure you. Catherine found this place. Thought a new location would keep us together. She was dead wrong.” Dominick exhaled as he thought about the various arguments they’d had over the purchase.

  “I’m sorry about her, but she’s a fool. Sir. I mean, Sir.”

  This time, he grinned. “Thank you for that.” They sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying their dinner, guarded looks, and heated glances. “What is your greatest fantasy?”

  Jenna inhaled and placed her fork onto the plate. “In what way?”

  “In any way you’d like to tell me.”

  “Horses. I’d love to live in a place where I could keep horses. Maybe some kind of a beautiful farm with grapes. Yeah, maybe a winery,” she said as she glanced at her wineglass. “And lots of dogs. I love animals. There is nothing more real in the world than the love of animals. They are simple and caring, no matter who or what you are. They find happiness in the fact you’re in their lives.” She smiled, a blush creeping on her face. “My parents were very poor. They provided everything they could for me.”

  “Where are they?”

  “Mom is still alive, living with my sister in Florida. Dad died about four years ago. Heart attack. Very sudden. It broke my mother’s heart. You know, they met in junior high and my mother told me that she never looked at another boy. Can you believe that?” She looked away, her face pensive. “I know, a wild and unbelievable fantasy.”

  “Not at all. I think true love exists. Call it chemistry. Call it karma. But only a few are lucky enough to not only happen upon their true love but are able to see it for what it is. Very melancholy if you ask me.”

  “Haunting.” She grinned and pushed her plate away.

  “Be honest with me. Who hurt you?”

  “Who says I’ve been hurt?”

  Dominick lifted a single eyebrow. “I’m a keen observer.”

  Jenna shrugged before answering. “Everyone.”

  The single word was so influential, ringing in his ears as he studied the sadness building in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I promise you that I won’t hurt you on purpose.”

  “Don’t. I trust you. I’m giving you my trust in all manners. I can’t… No, I won’t be hurt again.”

  He rose from the chair, taking their plates to the sink. After retrieving the wineglasses, he took her hand, pulling Jenna onto her feet. “As I already told you, I value honesty more than anything. I will always be truthful with you. That I promise.”

  She seemed apprehensive, perhaps uncertain that he could tell her the truth. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry to question you, but the one thing I can’t handle, ever, is being lied to. No matter how wonderful the relationship, or how special the times shared, once I know there are lies, I just…”

  “I understand. Enough. We have more to deal with.” He led her to the other side of the table.

  “More?” Her smile had returned.

  “Time for dessert then we begin your training.”

  Her entire body quivered. “Yes, Sir.”

  Lifting her onto the table, he pushed her down, spreading her legs apart, the tee shirt bunching around her waist.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered before pressing her hand over her mouth.

  “I’m having my dessert,” he answered as he moved back to the counter, grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, and filled it with ice. How he loved the sound. He was aching all over, his muscles tense, his calves so tight that he was getting a cramp. This kind of a reaction was unusual, and he wanted so much more.

  “Oh, God…” Her words trailed off as she gripped the edge of the table, watching his every move, her face flushed.

  He placed the bowl by her side, sitting down and making certain her shirt was completely out of his way. “Hold your legs for me, baby girl.”

  She pulled her legs back, exposing her shaved pussy, a series of whimpers slipping from her mouth. He adored the fact she’d shaved, leaving her skin smooth as silk.

  “You’re hot,” he stated as he selected a cube of ice, sucking on the end before allowing her to see what he held in his fingers.

  “Yes, Sir. You do that to me.”

  “Hmmm… Then we need to cool you down.” He slid the ice down from her knee, touching her skin with just the tip of the cube.

  Shuddering, she licked her lips.

  He rolled the ice in small circles on her leg, watching with delight as beads of water slipped down toward the table. Bending over, he dragged his tongue along the trickle, following his hand as he moved toward her stomach.

  Jenna breathed out, her eyelids fluttering open and closed, a slight whimper pushing past her lips.

  “Open your mouth.” Only a small amount left, he pushed the remaining ice into her mouth before grabbing another, resuming the trail. He drew circles and zigzags along her heated skin, savoring the sweet drops as he moved his hand under her shirt. Hearing the slight crunch as she chewed what was left gave him a series of electric jolts coursing down his arms, shooting straight to his stiff cock.

  She lifted her shirt, struggling to pull the material past her breasts and the second he swirled the ice around her nipple, she jerked up, her head dropping, her mouth opening wide. “Oh!”

  He twirled the cube around in lazy circles then moved to her other hardened bud, taking his time until the cube melted entirely. Securing another, he repeated his action before sliding the ice down her stomach to her hip then moving to her other leg, ending at her knee. “When you learn to obey me without question, you will know sheer ecstasy.”

  Her body relaxed until he placed another cube just above her pussy, trailing along her bikini line. With one hand he pressed apart her labia, darting the ice around her clit then pulling back.

  “God!” Her exclamation rushed toward the ceiling, her feet curling as they fell silently
to the table. She jerked back her legs almost instantly, grabbing her knees in an effort to keep them aloft.

  Chuckling, he blew across her pussy lips as he continued swirling the ice, lightly touching yet the ice melting almost instantly. He dug his hand into the bowl again, tinkling the ice on purpose before grabbing another. This time, he placed the cube directly at her sweet pussy hole, teasing before sliding the cube just inside. After issuing a low-slung growl, he placed his open mouth on her cunt, darting his tongue inside, wiggling the ice as he licked and sucked.

  “Oh, God. I… I…” She tossed her head from side to side, moaning, the sound breathless.

  He feasted on her with greedy actions, his tongue sliding further inside, lapping her sweet cream. Stars floated in front of his eyes as he ate her pussy, swallowing the heady combination of her juice and the lukewarm water. Without looking, he pulled another cube between his fingers, pushing it inside, sucking with vigor. He was sweating, beads rolling down the back of his neck, his hunger increasing to the point his shaft was pinched, begging for release.

  Jenna’s body was shaking all over, her head tossing back and forth. Her grunts were feral, her fingers digging into her legs.

  There was no doubt she could come quickly, and he wanted to consume every drop of her cream. As the ice melted he retrieved the last one from the bowl, sliding it down the crack of her ass, wiggling until it was just at her dark hole. When she bucked up, her entire muscular system tense, he thrust several fingers inside her pussy, driving in and out as he swirled his tongue around her clit, nipping and sucking, taking the tender flesh between his teeth.

  “Yes. Please, Sir. May I come?” Her voice was weak, a breathless pant, her lower lip quivering.

  “Not yet,” he instructed before continuing to lick and suck, dragging his tongue up and down the length of her pussy, lapping the remaining cube in her cunt. He thrust harder and faster, flexing his fingers open as he pushed the melting cube deeper into her ass. There was no doubt the sensations were driving her to the brink of madness. The scent of her alone was the breaking point, forcing the savage man inside to the surface. There was nothing about this woman he didn’t crave.

  “Please…” she begged, undulating her body, bucking her hips.

  Dominick refused to give in, licking and plunging, his tongue and fingers working in a perfect orchestration. When her entire body was shimmering from perspiration, a flush deepening along her jawline and cheeks, only then did he relent. “Come for me, baby girl.”

  “I…”

  “Come. Now!” The command was issued with full authority, his tone of voice laced with darkness. When she rocked up from the table, a silent scream coming from her mouth, she exploded inside his, filling his mouth and throat with cum.

  “Ooohh!”

  He lapped every drop, savoring the intense flavor, licking and biting down on her clit as the climax turned into a wave, covering her body with goosebumps.

  Her hands slipped away from her legs, falling by her sides, her knees slowly sliding toward the table. Her face was serene, her eyes clenched tightly closed. There was no doubt she was euphoric.

  Only when she stopped shaking did he let her go, pushing the chair away from the table, the legs dragging along the floor in a noisy fashion. He stood then walked away but was unable to take his eyes off of her. “You look exquisite when you come.”

  She opened her eyes, blinking several times as if trying to focus and when she spoke, her words were seductive, sultry. “My Sir. Thank you.”

  “That reward is only for very obedient girls. Remain exactly where you are.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He pressed his hand over his mouth as he headed into his office, opening one of his drawers. He’d purchased some items only the day before, knowing this day would come. Selecting the perfect tool and a tube of lubricant, he walked back into the kitchen, standing over her. “This is yet another phase of your training, my sweet little girl.”

  Eyeing the ass plug, she sucked in her breath, nodding as she blinked her acknowledgement.

  “I want you to lean over the table for me.” His instructions were clear, and he stood back, waiting as she eased off the table, her legs wobbling.

  She darted a look over her shoulder before complying, bending at the waist and leaning over the table.

  “Open your ass cheeks.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She did as she was told, reaching back, her fingers pulling her skin until her asshole was exposed.

  “This is to be worn all day and all night. Remove as necessary and clean, but you must slide this back in. This is small in comparison to what you’ll be wearing in a week, maybe longer. And when you’re ready, I will claim your tight ass.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He opened the lubricant, placing a small amount and rubbing the sheath. There wasn’t a muscle in his body that wasn’t tingling with excitement, his mind reveling in the shared experience. He could envision fucking her ass, driving his dick all the way inside. Placing the tip of the plug at her puckered hole, he pushed gently, dropping the lubricant and pressing his other hand on the small of her back. “Breathe and relax.”

  Jenna continued quivering, panting with every inch.

  When he pushed past the tight ring of muscle, he inhaled. Even the sweet scent of her sex was enough to create swelling in his balls, aching in a desperate way. He wiggled and twisted until the plug was all the way inside. Patting her on the ass, he helped her stand. “I want you to text me later and tell me how the plug feels.”

  “Yes, Sir. I promise.”

  “You are not to play with yourself in any manner. Your pussy is mine. You will return in two days and we will continue your training. You are to stand in the corner naked every morning and every night, reflecting on your penance. The other rules still apply. Do I make myself clear, baby girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  Dominick smacked her ass several times. The way he felt about this woman was dangerous.

  * * *

  “God! I’m so sorry I’m late,” Jenna huffed as she almost raced toward the table, sitting down quickly and regretting doing so. Wincing, she sometimes forgot about her new… What would she call the rubber thing shoved in her ass? Her appendage? She bit back another groan as Camie narrowed her eyes.

  “Hmmm… Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.” Camie asked, her expression full of concern.

  “I’m fine. Just…” She shifted in her seat, doing her best to find some level of comfort. Even in a little over a day, she’d grown somewhat used to the invasion, although going to the bathroom then replacing the first time had been trying. She’d been embarrassed at first, then felt naughty and dirty, like all bad little girls should feel. Just thinking about the ass plug brought heat to her face.

  “And you’re flushed. What is going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  “You’re a terrible liar,” Camie admonished. “You’ve only returned one of my phone calls and when you did, you were distracted as hell. Is it the ad you placed? You have no idea how terrible I felt for suggesting something so ridiculous.”

  “It was a good idea,” Jenna insisted.

  “Dangerous. Don’t tell me you had freaks. Oh, God. I bet you did. They aren’t hassling you, are they? You look okay, but looks can be deceiving. I’m really worried now.”

  For about a dozen reasons, her friend’s words were another reason to blush. She was grateful they were sitting outside, the restaurant flanking the James River and she could hide behind her sunglasses. “Stop worrying. I’m better than fine, actually.” And there was no doubt Camie wasn’t going to let this go.

  “Then talk to me. Details, little girl.”

  Little girl. How many times had he used the term? Suddenly, she remembered she hadn’t texted her Sir about arriving at the restaurant. Shit. Shit. Shit. “Hold on and I’ll tell you.” Grabbing her phone, her fingers were shaking as she attempted to text, finding it difficult to see her screen in the glaring
sunlight. She typed a full sentence then had to delete almost half due to misspellings. Why was she nervous? She’d followed his rules to the letter. Until now. “Damn it.”

  “Wow. You’re one nervous nelly. I can’t wait to hear this story. Might need wine for this one. Maybe tequila.”

  Giving Camie a nasty look, she took a deep breath before finishing her requirement.

  I’m safely here at the restaurant, Sir. I will see you tonight as discussed.

  Hitting send, she expelled all the hot air, doing her best to act nonchalant as she shoved her phone back into her purse, folding her hands on the table and issuing a huge and very fake grin. “Very funny.”

  “Right. And I’m not buying the bullshit,” Camie stated.

  “What bullshit?”

  “The crap you’re going to issue. I know you too well, girlfriend.”

  “Let’s order a soft drink and not tequila. Some of us have to work for a living.”

  “Fine. Then you’re going to tell me everything.” Camie held out her finger.

  Jenna thought about one of the very first rules she’d agreed to—telling no one. But she wanted to share her experience, the joy, and the way she tingled almost every hour of the day. “Maybe.” The term ‘bad girl’ remained in the back of her mind. She’d need more than a hard spanking after this particular lunch.

  They chit-chatted about this and that until they ordered and both had tall glasses of lemonade in front of them.

  “Did you get a promotion at work?” Camie asked. “No, that wouldn’t elicit that kind of reaction.”

  “God, no. I don’t think that man has any idea all that I do for him. Come to think of it, maybe I need to explain that in detail.”

  “O-kay. So, you didn’t get the usual freaks trying to offer you dirty dates?”

  Jenna shrugged. “At least three hundred, last time I counted. The ad ended yesterday, and I didn’t renew it so hopefully that will die down.”

  Camie leaned over, lifting her sunglasses. “That means you found someone. The perfect disciplinarian, a man you’ve always dreamed of, at least with a paddle in his hand. Bending over his knee.”