by Amy Brent
He kept a firm hold on me and finally reached up with one of his hands and pulled mine away from my face. He leaned in and pressed a painfully tender kiss to my cheek, wiping away the tears with his thumb. The affection was familiar. He’d wiped away many of my tears and kissed me on my cheek too many times to count. His actions weren’t strange, but the intentions behind them were. I didn’t know what he was getting at, but all I could feel was fear and confusion.
I turned to look up at him, my eyes wide. “J-James?”
He smiled softly and brushed his fingers alone my jaw. “Call me daddy,” he whispered, his lips still pressed to my cheek.
I was still staring at him as he pulled away. “What?” He’d never asked me to call him dad, not even when I was a kid.
“Am I not speaking clearly? Call me daddy,” he said again, running his hand over his greying beard.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got lost in my throat. I swallowed thickly and tried to collect my thoughts, but I wasn’t having much luck. I watched as he grabbed one of the chairs and turned it away from the table, sitting in it and motioning for me to come close. I was half tempted to bolt out of the room, but I knew I couldn’t deny him.
I moved closer and he pulled me into his lap, forcing me to look at him. He held my chin between his fingers and leaned into my ear so he could speak in a soft growl. “You will not touch yourself without my permission, do you understand?”
“I…,” I didn’t understand, but I didn’t want to argue. The longer this went on, the more confusing it got. My mind was hazy from the orgasm and sheer exhaustion. It was starting to get late and I wanted to curl up in bed. Finally, I answered him. “I understand.”
He nodded. “Good girl,” he said, running his hand down my back.
I shivered and looked at him, my brows pulled together. “What’s going on, James?”
The hand that was rubbing my back suddenly pulled away and he swatted my ass. I yelped and jump, more out of surprise than pain.
“What did I tell you to call me?”
I swallowed and chewed my bottom lip. “What’s going on…Daddy?”
“That’s my good girl,” he purred, running his fingers through my long, black hair. “I know this is a lot for you to take in, but I will make sense of it in the morning,” he said tenderly. “I will have to punish you for touching yourself without my permission, but tonight I want you to rest. I know that your mind must being going a hundred miles a minute.”
Punishment? I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to point out that he wasn’t helping things. I wanted to beg him to tell me what was going on so that I could get a decent night’s sleep but something told me that I just needed to keep my mouth shut and listen.
I nodded slowly and stood, but before I could get too far he stood and pressed a kiss to my temple. “I’ll make it all clear tomorrow, darling.”
Darling.
The word echoed in my mind and made my mouth dry. I watched him go to the bar before I scuttled up the stairs and closed the door, my hand to my chest as I tried to accept and take in what had happened. Was this even real? What did he mean by punishment? Why was he calling me ‘good girl’?
I wasn’t sure, but I knew I’d find out when morning came around.
Chapter Three
My mind was still running laps when I went upstairs. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the mess on my floor. My clothes were still laying around in indiscriminate piles on the floor. Black Dynamite was on the floor as well and I felt a strange surge of anger when I looked at it. I grunted and kicked it under the bed, listening as it rolled and slapped against the wood flooring.
I stood up and started to tuck shirts away into drawers and hang sweaters up. I’d be home for a while, so I might as well get comfortable. As I reached up to hang my college hoodie, I dropped my hand, frowning just a little. Would I be staying here a while? James had been kind to me downstairs and had even kissed me. He called me darling and ‘good girl’, but did that really mean anything? The words made me sudden with silent pleasure and I found myself wanting to hear them over and over again. The way the words slipped from his lips like silk gave me goosebumps and while a part of me felt guilty, there was an even bigger part of me that was willing to indulge in this fantasy.
My brows knit together and I rubbed my temple before finally shoving the sweater in the closet and settling on the edge of the bed. I was worried. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t. Everything was so up in the air, but I knew sitting around wondering about it wasn’t going to help anything. The best I could do was go to sleep and hope for the best when morning came around.
So, that’s exactly what I did.
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The sun rose the next morning, despite my silent hope that maybe the world would end while I was sleeping. I did want to wake up and deal with the shame of everything that had happened the night before. I rolled out of bed and got ready for the day, taking my time in the shower, trying to put off the inevitable.
When I finally got dressed, I decided on a short pink sweater and a pleather skirt with a little a body. I sighed as I raked my fingers through my hair and went downstairs, my hands shaking just a little. I ran my hands along the smooth banister as I finally came to the foyer and turned into the dining room.
James was already seated at the dining room table, glasses with their trendy back frames sitting on his nose. He had his finger on a document, clearly reading through each and every line carefully. It wasn’t unusual to see him bent over a document so I didn’t think much of it when I finally settled across from him.
At first, he didn’t acknowledge me and just kept reading. After a few long moments, he closed the manila folder and glanced at me.
“Good morning, princess.”
I cleared my throat but replied, my voice quivering. “Good morning, Daddy,” I whispered, remembering his request from the night before.
A smile pulled at his lips and he chuckled, leaning back in the tall, mahogany chair. “You remembered.”
“Kind of hard to forget.”
“Fair point.”
A silence passed between us and I cleared my throat again. “You said you’d explain everything.”
He nodded and slid the manila folder across the table. My heart started pounding as I took it and held it in my hands. Was he going to disown me? His signals were so mixed and I didn’t know how to handle it or what to think of it.
I swallowed and slowly opened the folder, setting it out on the counter. When I saw what was inside, my brows furrowed in confusion. It was a contract. I put my finger to the paper, reading through the points it outlined.
“This says that we’re entering into an agreement? That I will…serve you?” I asked, my eyes wide.
He nodded and crossed his legs. “Yes. I want you to be my baby girl. I will take care of you, give you all the love and affection you need and support you financially and you will serve me how I see fit.”
Judging from the document, he meant that I would be serving him sexually. My heart began to race as I read through each bullet point. He wanted me to be his house wife and to ‘service’ him whenever he requested.
“This is a contract. It does not become binding until you sign, however, if you agree to these terms then our relationship will change forever.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes. “Is this real? Like…Do you mean this?” I whispered.
“Of course I do. I understand that this might be a bit awkward, given our previous relationship, but I have watched you grow into a beautiful young woman, and my feelings about you have changed as you’ve gotten older. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing this, but I imagine we’re both feeling similar things.”
Slowly, I stood and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him. He held me and pulled me into his lap, his strong hand on my back. “I’ve…I’ve felt so much for you for so long. I thought you were going to throw me out of the house when you found out I….I thought
about you like that.”
He turned and kissed my cheek. “Not at all, darling, we’re both adults now. We can make our own decisions. This isn’t something you should feel ashamed about. If it’s how you feel, then you should embrace it. So…What do you say? Do you want to be my baby girl?”
I didn’t really understand the difference between being a ‘baby girl’ and being a girlfriend, but I knew that James would teach me. A shiver ran down my spine and I stood up, going to the document and signing it with long, flourishing strokes of my pen. When I finished I closed the folder up and walked over, handing it to him.
He smirked and took the folder, setting it on the table before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me over his knee. I gasped when I suddenly found myself, bent over his knee like a little girl in trouble. I’d never been spanked growing up, but I’d seen it happen in movies…And a lot of pornos.
My fingers curled in his slacks and I whimpered as I felt something firm pressing against my belly. Was that his cock? God, I hoped so. I chewed my bottom lip, eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped my lips.
It all happened so fast it made my head spin. James grabbed the hem of my skirt and yanked it up, exposing the pretty pink panties I wore underneath. My cheeks flushed and my face felt hot, but I didn’t fight him. I wriggled excitedly, my toes curling as a familiar warmth started to stir in my belly. I wanted this. I’d never realized it before, but I wanted whatever he was going to do to me.
“Daddy?”
He ran his large, warm hands along the bare skin on my thigh and I gasped softly. He chuckled as his finger dipped just underneath the hem of my panties. “Yes, baby girl?”
“Is this…My punishment?”
“You’re catching on,” he murmured, still rubbing slow circles, though his hand had moved up to the round of my ass.
My cheeks were still hot, but I was getting curious and maybe a little bolder. This felt like some kind of fucking dream, and God I didn’t want to wake up. I started to open my mouth and ask him what he was going to do, but before I could get even a syllable out, he yanked my panties down and his hand came down on my ass and I gasped, jolting forward, my fingers digging into his leg.
James wasn’t overly gentle, but the strike wasn’t going to do any lasting damage. My right ass cheek burned and tingled in the most delicious way. I licked my lips and looked over my shoulder, eyes wide. He was rubbing my ass again, but within a few seconds he raised his hand and brought it down again.
Every time he smacked my ass, the sound of skin on skin echoed through the dining room, mixing with my small squeaks and moans of pleasure. I loved what he was doing to me and I didn’t want it to stop. My panties were hanging off one ankle and my hair was a disheveled mess by the time he was done. I was sure my ass was red and burning, but I didn’t complain. I could feel a familiar slick wetness between my legs and my cheeks got even hotter.
I whimpered and pressed my face into his pants, rolling my hips desperately. He put his hand on the small of my back, keeping me from moving around too much.
“Hmmmm…Doesn’t seem like spanking is a very good punishment for you.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I was shivering excitedly, waiting for what was to come next. Maybe he’d finger me right here on his lap? Oh, that sounded delightful. I spread my legs a little, chewing on my lower lip, silently hoping that he’d take advantage of what I was offering him. He cocked a brow and tapped his fingers on my ample ass before giving me a little pat.
“Stand up.”
My eyes widened at the command and I could help but be just a little bit annoyed. I thought I was going to be able to get exactly what I wanted. Apparently, James and I weren’t on the same page. I knew I was pouting a little, but I couldn’t help it. I felt like I’d been promised something I hadn’t been given.
James pulled me close and kissed my cheek tenderly, stroking my dark hair. “Don’t worry baby girl. You’ll get what you want.”
The kiss warmed me up and I smiled, nodding as I bent over and started to pull my panties up. He gripped my wrist and shook his head from side to side, a smirk lighting up his face. “Mmm. Leave them off. In fact, don’t wear panties anymore.”
My eyes widened and my cheeks flushed. “Ever?”
“Yes. I don’t ever want you to wear panties again. You have to make yourself available to Daddy at all times.”
My breath hitched in my throat and I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He kissed my forehead and then my lips, holding me in that tender kiss for a long moment. When he finally released me, he stroked my hair out of my face and smiled. “I need to go into work today and I’m sure you want to see your friends.”
“You’re leaving?” I whined, taking his hand and swinging my hips from side to side. I was surprised at how well and how easily I fell into the role of ‘baby girl’.
He kissed the top of my head again and I stood on my toes to meet him like an eager kitten, waiting for affection. He chuckled softly. “Yes. I have to go into the office for a little while, but when I get home we’ll do something fun, alright?”
I nodded and tucked my hands behind my back, sighing softly. “Fiiiine. I guess I’ll see if Sara is doing anything today.”
“That’s my girl.”
He started to collect his briefcase, setting out contract inside almost tenderly. He closed the leather case and glanced up at me, his steely eyes burning into me and boiling my blood. When he looked at me like that, I could feel myself going weak in the knees. He walked over and pulled me into his arms and I sank into them eagerly, pressing my forehead to his strong chest. He was so much larger than me and I loved it.
“Remember, no touching yourself when Daddy isn’t around.”
He smirked and released me, leaving me a quivering mess in the dining room.
Chapter Four
I leaned against the metal chair at the café, chewing my lower lip and stirring my latter absent mindedly. I’d taken a few sips from it, but it sat untouched, for the most part. The little bell above the door rang and I turned to look at who’d come in.
Sara was unraveling the scarf around her neck as she settled in the seat across from me, humming softly. “Hey there!” she sang, reaching across the table to wrap her arms around me. I leaned into the hug and sighed as she started to reprimand me. “You know, it’s been weeks since you sent me an email or text, Aria.”
“I know, I know. I’m a terrible friend. Life got busy, but if it’s any consolation, you were the first person I called when I got to town.”
“Mmmmm…I guess that makes up for the radio silence,” she said, ordering a cappuccino from the pretty waitress who bounced over. “So, how’s life?”
“It’s pretty normal.” Boy, was that a lie, but I didn’t want to get in the details with her. “Just the usual stuff. Classes and tests. You?”
“Same shit, different day. Kind of wish I was close to home like you are, but I’m managing.”
I nodded as I listened, but my mind was already wandering to what was going to be waiting for me back home. Lying about what was going on had brought my new-found relationship with my step father to the front of my mind. How could I not think about it when it consumed me? Sara snapped her fingers and I jumped to attention, my eyes wide and my throat dry.
“What?”
“You okay?”
“Huh? Oh…Yeah. I’m fine. I was just thinking.”
“What are you thinking about?” she asked, sipping at the drink the waitress put down in front of her.
The question made my cheeks go pink and I swallowed, suddenly clamming up. Sara cocked a brow and leaned back in her chair. “Aria? What the hell is up with you? You’re acting all weird.”
Oh God. Was I? Was I really acting all weird? Was I that transparent? That was a terrifying concept. “I guess I’m just tired from the drive.”
Sara frowned a little and looked me up and down. “Are you sure? I’m just not used to
you being so quiet and aloof.”
“Yeah.”
“And you got this weird glow….OH MY GOD!” she gasped, slamming her hand down on the table as if she’d figured out the secret to the universe.
I jumped and looked at her, wide eyed. “What the hell, Sara!”
She pointed an accusing finger in my direction. “You’re in love!”
Fuck. She’d hit that nail right on the head. I looked away and crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re crazy. The cold did something to your brain.”
“No, I’m not! You hooked up with someone, didn’t you?”
I turned to look at her, trying to figure out a clever come back, but my silence told her everything. She leaned over the table, grinning like a child who’d just won some kind of game. “Who is it?”
I knew I shouldn’t tell her. I knew that I should have kept my mouth shut and kept it to myself, but it was so damn hard. I was so excited to finally have the thing I’d been dreaming of for so long. I’d once admitted my attraction to James to Sara and she had seemed giddy about it, rather than disturbed. If I was going to tell anyone, it was going to be Sara. Me and the blonde-haired beauty had been best friends since elementary school.
I shifted in my chair for a moment, tapping the table and chewing my bottom lip. Sara tilted her head to the side, her brows furrowed as she started to look more worried than curious. “Hey. You okay?”
Another nod and I took a deep breath. “I need to tell you something, Sara.”
“Sure. Anything. You know I’m always here for you.”
“I came home last night and I was having some alone time, if you know what I mean,” I murmured.
Sara looked confused for a moment, but then a look of realization dawned on her features. “Ohhhh. Okay. Well, that’s normal. Like, everyone does that, don’t they?”
“Yeah, but that’s not all.”
“Okay.”
“James saw me. He walked in on me.”
“Oh my god! That’s awful! You two must have been so embarrassed!”