Amanda's Dominant Daddy

by Maggie Carpenter

  Her voice had been tremulous, and when he cuffed her wrists and snapped them together, she leaned forward, looking for support from his body. His arms came around her, and wrapping her up, he gently held her.

  “Tell me your safeword.”

  “Red, Sir.”

  “Excellent choice,” he whispered. “I love the shoes but I need you to kick them off. I don’t want you to twist an ankle.”

  She let out another long breath. Feeling his arms around her body was heaven, and she took her time pushing her high heels off her feet to draw out the moment.

  “I’m going to walk with you now, so relax and let me guide you forward.”

  He moved her across the room, then stopped and released her. She heard the clinking of a chain, and as he took hold of her wrists and lifted her arms above her head, a strange, unexpected mewling sound escaped from her lips.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, Sir. I don’t know why I made that noise.”

  He was attaching the chain to her shackled wrists, and when it tugged them upwards she gasped in surprise, but he raised them just high enough so she could rest her head into her bent elbow. It wasn’t uncomfortable, and the shackles were soft, but a feeling of helpless was sweeping over her. It was odd and scary, yet utterly sublime.

  “Spread your legs until I tell you to stop.”

  She began shuffling her feet apart, and just when she thought she couldn’t go any further, he cupped her pussy.

  “Stop,” he murmured in her ear. “Stay still and stay absolutely quiet.”

  He placed his other hand on her right ass cheek, lifted it back, then slapped it down. She hadn’t been expecting the smack and it shocked her, but she caught herself before she cried out. His palm slapped again, and again, each time on the same spot, and she found herself urgently wanting to rub against the hand still holding her sex. Her cheek was beginning to sting, and she bit her lower lip as the smacks continued. Just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from squealing, he stopped.

  “I’m very proud of you,” he said softly, moving his hand down the side of her face, “and you were so good I’m going to give you a reward.”

  His lips touched hers, and he kissed her as his fingers moved from their hold on her pussy and slid down the front of her skimpy panties.

  “You can make as much noise as you want, and you can wriggle,” he purred, moving his lips to nuzzle her neck, “as long as I’m fingering you, but when I pull out my hand, you have to stop and separate your legs again. Clear?”

  “Yes, Sir, thank you,” she breathed, immediately moaning and squeezing her thighs together.

  He touched her clit, then pressed his finger further into her soaked seam, which made her part her legs again, then letting out a cry, she wriggled against his probing touch.

  “Sir, thank you, it feels so amazing, oh, yes, please… please, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

  “You’re so wet,” he purred, sliding his finger in and out of her. “You love me controlling you, don’t you, Amanda. Tell me the truth.”

  “So much,” she breathed. “More than I can say.”

  He dallied for some time, teasing and toying in her velvet slit until her moans became one consistent sound with varying degrees of pitch, then slowly pulling his fingers from her crotch, he moved away. She stilled her voice, but she was so lost in the tantalizing tingles moving through her body that she didn’t remember to separate her legs as he’d instructed. When she heard his footfalls approach, she had a vague feeling she’d forgotten something, but moments later her attention was taken by something cold touching her hip.

  “I think we need to lose these,” he remarked. “Don’t move.”

  It suddenly dawned on her that the cold thing was the blade of a knife, and she held her breath as she felt him slice through each side of her panties.

  “There, much better,” he murmured, pulling the underwear through her legs and dropping them on the floor, “but you neglected to spread your legs. I believe I instructed you to do so after I removed my hand. Tsk, tsk.”

  “Sorry, Sir,” she said quickly, immediately shuffling her feet apart.

  “Too little, too late,” he said, kissing her neck. “Any disobedience must be quickly dealt with. Since you chose to close your thighs, it is your thighs that must pay the piper.”

  The swiftness with which he slapped the inside of her legs took her breath away, and the sting set her skin aflame. The punishment was over quickly, but the searing heat remained.

  “What do you say?”

  “Ooh, Sir,” she gasped, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  “You said that already,” he said sternly. “Don’t you think you owe me a debt of gratitude for correcting you?”

  “Yes, yes, I, uh, thank you, Sir, for correcting me,” she whimpered as the burn turned to a hot itchy prickle.

  “Rest a moment.”

  Moving away, he fetched a chair and placed it in front of her, then sat down and gazed at the sight before him. She was gorgeous. Blindfolded and helpless, her wrists over her head secured to a chain, the exposed skin of her inner thigh almost as red as her stockings, and her tattered panties lying on the floor between her legs. As he stared at the glorious visage, he decided she looked like an erotic oil painting. Giving up control and being subject to his whims and discipline was bliss for her, just as it was bliss for him. They were kindred spirits.

  Rising to his feet, he stripped off his clothes, and idly rubbed his cock as he moved back to her and slowly lowered the chain. Her arms hadn’t been up very high or for very long, so he wasn’t concerned about her shoulders cramping, but he still took his time. Unhooking the shackles, he stood behind her, studied her one spanked cheek, then without warning he lifted her off her feet.

  Amanda had been in a daze, and squealed loudly as he swooped her up.

  “I’ll often carry you from place to place,” he said as he walked across the room with her in his arms. “Remember that next time we’re down here.”

  “S-sorry,” she stammered.

  “It’s okay,” he assured her. “I know you weren’t expecting me to pick you up. I’m going to put you down now, and I want you to kneel.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Amanda felt soft foam as he lowered her onto her feet, and with his hands around her upper arms to help support her, she dropped to her knees.

  “You’re going to worship my cock. You’re going to suck it as if it’s your last meal on earth. I expect you to show me how much you love it, and you’ll keep going until I take hold of your hair and pull you back. Open wide.”

  Amanda had never been a fan of performing oral sex. Whenever she’d done so it had been reluctantly, and only because she’d felt she’d had to, but his strict instruction had cast a spell on her. She wanted to do it. She wanted to do it very badly, and as he placed his cock in her mouth, she let out a cry of gratitude. Holding him at the base, she devoured him, and the more she slid her lips up and down his shaft, the more she found it to be a dazzling pleasure that sparked her senses, but he wasn’t saying anything and she was worried she wasn’t pleasing him. His silence pushed her forward, making her consume him with even greater fervor, then suddenly his hands were in her hair and he was pulling her head back.

  “That was excellent,” he purred. “It was so good I’m going to give you another reward. Lower yourself onto your hands and arch your back.”

  Breathless, she dropped down, and seconds later a buzzing dildo was against her clit. She wailed loudly and wiggled her hips as he moved it back and forth, teasing her pussy, pushing it inside her then pulling it out.

  “Sir,” she gasped. “I think I’m about to climax.”

  “No, sweetheart, not yet,” he said softly.

  The lascivious vibrations stopped, and she dropped her head into her hands with a frustrated moan.

  “Don’t worry,” he murmured, moving his hand over her pale, unspanked cheek. “You’ll have your or
gasm soon. I told you I was going to inspect you, and that’s what I’m going to do now.”

  His unexpected announcement almost made her spontaneously combust, but when his arm moved around her waist and his other hand pulled her cheek aside, she felt her face flame with embarrassment.

  “I know you’re a virgin back here,” he said, touching her puckered, dusky hole, “but that will change, and look at your lovely pussy. Your lips are so red and swollen, and you’re positively drenched. You really are very lovely.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered. “I’m glad you think so.”

  No one had ever spoken to her so lewdly, and certainly no one had ever gazed at her most private parts so closely. She would never have allowed such a thing, but Braxton was in charge, and if he chose to view her so intimately then he would. She was his pet, and she loved it. She loved the whole idea of it, the practice of it, and she’d never imagined that giving over of her power on such a deep level could be so wondrously sublime, and shockingly, totally liberating.

  “I’m going to flog you now, just lightly, so you will have a tiny taste of what it’s like. I know you’ve been wondering about it, haven’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir, I have,” she said in a tiny voice, her face still on fire from his carnal examination.

  “I need to warm up this other cheek first.”

  No sooner had he spoken than his hand began spanking, and as he dispatched a volley of quick stinging slaps, she cried out in painful protest.

  “They have to match,” he declared, “and we’re nearly there.”

  Though she was gritting her teeth and yelping as he continued, the sting and heat was fueling her pussy, and when he finally stopped she begged him to explore her again, to tickle her clit and finger her.

  “Sir, please,” she pleaded. “I need you so badly.”

  “No, not yet, but take heart. Next time I touch you it will be with my cock,” he promised. “Drop onto your elbows and open your knees.”

  As she assumed the lewd position, she flashed back to her long soak in the tub. It was one of the disjointed scenes that had floated through her head, and for a fleeting moment she experienced a déjà vu, but the feel of cool leather strands lying across her backside snapped her from her thoughts.

  “There are many types of floggers,” he said casually. “This is light, and carries a sting, but I think you’ll find you’ll want more after I finish.”

  Releasing the first lash, he watched with satisfaction as the tendrils danced across her skin. She let out an odd sound, then wiggled as if asking for another. He landed the second and a third, adding more force with each stroke, then gently swung it between her open legs and caressed her pussy with its tingling tongues.

  Amanda was overcome by the unfamiliar tickling sting of the tantalizing leather strips. They did sting, but it was a different sting from that of his hand. It was lighter, but carried more of a bite, and when they touched her pussy she could feel the effect through her entire sex. She wailed loudly, never wanting the scintillating sensation to end, but he’d decided she’d had enough and placed his hand against her deliciously tormented pussy.

  “That’s all for now,” he said softly. “Stay as you are.”

  Returning the implement to its holder on the wall, he retrieved a condom from a nearby cabinet, but as he moved back he heard her moaning.

  “Is there something wrong?”

  “I’ve never felt like this,” she groaned. “I want you so much.”

  “You mean you want my cock.”

  “Yes, Sir, more than I can say.”

  “You’ve been such a good girl I’m not going to deny you, and you’re allowed to climax whenever the moment takes you.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whimpered gratefully. “Thank you.”

  Placing himself at the entrance of her glistening channel, he gripped her hips and thrust forward. Deciding to ravage her had not been just for her benefit. Her mouth had almost brought him to the edge, and as he pummeled her pussy, fucking her with abandon, it was only a short time before he felt himself ready to erupt. Gritting his teeth, he was about to slow down when Amanda let out a cry.

  “Sir, I’m there, it’s so big, oh, it’s so big.”

  “Let it go,” he growled, “let it go!”

  He watched her throw back her head and suck in the air, and seconds later her wails echoed through the room. He could feel her walls pulsing against him, demanding his climax, and as he released he felt sparks prickling through his limbs, but even after his last spasm shuddered through him she was still in the throes of her moment. Breathless and in awe, he watched her, and when she finally fell onto her stomach, lifeless and drained, he lay down next to her, gently pulled off the blindfold, and stroked her back.

  “Sweetheart?”

  Rolling onto her side, she fluttered open her eyes and stared at him.

  “Let me take off these shackles,” he murmured, still panting from his powerful release.

  “Yes, please,” she said breathlessly, “I need to hold you very badly.”

  “I know,” he said tenderly, and tossing them aside, he pulled her into his arms.

  “That was totally mind-blowing,” she whispered. “I wasn’t sure how I would feel, what to expect, but, Braxton, it was unbelievable.”

  “There’s so much more,” he whispered. “That was just an appetizer.”

  “I want it all.”

  Closing his eyes, he let out a long breath. For years he had shared his bed, and his dungeon, with a revolving door of girls, but Amanda was different. Everything about her was different, and that she had appeared in a red corset and stockings just as he had imagined her was astonishing. Had it been a message? Was she the one?

  Resting in his arms, Amanda felt an unexpected wave of fear. She had never experienced the thrill that people talked about, the heady rollercoaster ride of being in love. It simply hadn’t happened to her, but it was happening now, and it was scary. He was Braxton Carter. He was younger than her, he was gorgeous. Women threw themselves at him, but even as the doubts resurfaced she knew it didn’t matter. There was nothing she could do about it. Was it possible? Was it actually happening? Finally, after all her years, had she finally met the one?

  Chapter Nineteen

  It was early Monday morning, and curled into Braxton’s arms, Amanda was filled with calm. Serenity had escaped her most of her life, except for the odd occasion when she’d treated herself to a weekend at a spa, but that serenity was different. What she was feeling wasn’t the result of tension being worked out of her muscles by a skilled massage therapist. This was deep in her soul. Shifting her body so she could study the handsome face sleeping peacefully next to her, she wondered how a man could be born so handsome, and yet be so warm and wonderful and loving and real. That he had chosen her she still found astounding, and as she stared at him she prayed their relationship would thrive and grow, and she would remain at his side for the rest of her days.

  “God help me,” she murmured under her breath, feeling a sweep of emotion. “I’m hopelessly, madly in love with you.”

  As if sensing her gaze, Braxton slowly opened his eyes.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” he mumbled.

  “Hey, yourself,” she softly replied.

  “Huh. This is a first,” he yawned.

  “What’s that?”

  “We didn’t leave this bed yesterday, and I still don’t want to,” he replied, hugging her tightly.

  Closing her eyes, she basked in his words, and let out a long, contented sigh.

  “I feel the same,” she purred, “and it’s sure a first for me,” then pausing, she added, “can I ask you a question maybe I shouldn’t ask you?”

  “Ask away.”

  “Will you tell me the truth?”

  “I will always tell you the truth, even if it’s not what you want to hear. It can’t be any other way.”

  “Right,” she said slowly. “So, I guess I have to make you that promise too.”r />
  “Lies, even if well-intentioned, rarely end well.”

  “Such an intense conversation for so early in the morning,” she yawned.

  “What’s the question, sweetheart?”

  “The question is,” she began hesitantly, “have you ever done that before?”

  “What? Stayed in bed with someone all day, sleeping, making love, talking, napping, sharing ice cream? You mean that?”

  “I mean that.”

  “No,” he said solemnly. “I have not. I have never wanted to, but,” he added warmly, pulling her against his body, “as I said, I could do it all over again right now.” Moving his lips over her chest, he dropped his mouth to her nipples and slowly sucked.

  She moaned gratefully, and gave up her body for the umpteenth time in twenty-four hours. He made slow, languid love to her, denying her release repeatedly, then suddenly fucked her with fast powerful strokes and commanded her to climax as he counted backwards from five. It was a shockingly explosive orgasm for them both, and they fell back into a dozy nap. Braxton was the first to stretch and yawn, and staring at the clock, he saw their sojourn in heaven was at an end. Kissing her neck, he pulled her from her tranquil nap.

  “No, I don’t want to,” she grumbled.

  “Didn’t you say you had an important meeting this morning? The project you don’t want to talk about because you don’t want to jinx it?”

  “Yes, and you said the same thing,” she said, then let out a long, deep yawn. “I so don’t want to get up.”

  “Me either,” he agreed.

  “It just occurred to me,” she said, looking up at him, “we’re so in sync it’s almost as if we’re living parallel lives. We both have important meetings this morning, we both decided to sell our houses at the same time, and we both looked at properties near the coast. Isn’t that weird?”

  “Totally weird, but regardless, my sweet, sexy, gorgeous girl, it’s time to get our bodies out of this bed, but before we do, there’s something very important I want to ask you.”

  He was gazing down at her, his face serious, and her heart skipped. Was it something bad? Had she done something wrong?