Daddy’s Best Friend: A Spoiled Brat Series (Book 1)

by Penelope Lusk

  At a red light, he turned all the way around, and stared at my face, then my breast. Indignantly, I shouted, “Fuck you, help me out here already,” but it came out all garbled. I wanted him to pull my strap back up, touch me. Help me.

  “You’re being punished accordingly,” was all he said, and he turned back around.

  He was leaving me like this? Breast completely popped out. How fucking humiliating. And he had the gall to say I was being punished? I hadn’t even done anything, hadn’t even struggled. It was the stupid car.

  I could have sworn he started driving slower. For the rest of the ride, I kept catching his eyes in the rearview mirror, not looking at my face, but lower down. He was ogling me, and there was nothing I could do about it. And of all things, I was getting so fucking horny knowing he was watching me. So he did like it. But I was his best friend’s daughter. He’d never touch me like that. Right?

  Finally, he pulled up beside a white stone mansion, overlooking Central Park. This was where he lived? No way. I didn’t get much of a glimpse of it, since he drove into an underground garage attached to the home. It was dark in there. Dungeon-like.

  He parked, then opened my door. My tit was still fully out.

  Staring at it, he said, “Let’s put this back in, shall we?”

  His fingers flitted against the camisole, which he lifted over my breast, just barely brushing my nipple. It hardened instantly. And he could definitely see that under the white cami.

  Voice still calm, he said, “Now I am going to ungag and untie you, but you have to promise to be a good girl.”

  I should be so fucking pissed at him for talking to me like this. But I liked it.

  I nodded. He untied the gag first. I spit the wet, wadded napkin out of my mouth. He scolded me for it. “Not before I tell you to, Audrina.”

  Since I was still restrained by the wrists, and I wanted to be untied, I didn’t say what I wanted to say: fuck you. Instead– “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sorry what?”

  Uh, does he want me to call him Mr. Pena? Or, fuck, sir? The thought was getting me horny. That probably meant it was the correct choice.“I’m sorry, sir.”

  Right answer. He smiled like he was proud of me, and I could have dissolved into a puddle right there. He untied my wrists and I immediately rubbed them, relieving them from where I had fought against the straps.

  Bradford led me out of the car, through a doorway, and up a flight of stairs. We were in a huge entryway, with mosaic marble flooring and gilded details everywhere. This had to be one of the most beautiful and classically New York homes I’d ever seen. Who knew Bradford had so much taste? And so much money? He was maybe even richer than us, which was saying something.

  “Your house is beautiful,” I said, meaning it.

  The hint of a smile crept at his lips. “That’s very nice of you to say, Audrina. Keep up comments like that and you’ll go far this week.”

  We were going to be alone together in this huge house for a whole week. Oh god.

  “Let me show you your room.”

  He carried my luggage as we walked up a winding staircase. Down a long hallway he pushed open a door. It was a bright, richly decorated room, reminiscent of some luxury hotels I’d stayed at. Bradford was growing on me more and more. But part of me want to keep being a brat just to see how he’d punish me. Being gagged, tied up, and exposed in the car fucking turned me on, and I wanted to see what else would.

  I crossed my arms. “My room at home is bigger.”

  Without moving a muscle, his voice cut me, sharp as a razor. “Young lady, do you want me to tie you up again?”

  Yes, yes I do. But I was scared to say it out loud. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  His brow still furrowed, he said, “Meet me for lunch in the dining room in half an hour. Freshen up.”

  Chapter Five

  He closed the door firmly. Fuck. What was happening to me. My panties were absolutely soaked. Hell, my little booty shorts were soaked. Before I knew it, standing in the middle of the room, my hand started rubbing my clit over my shorts. God that felt good, finally releasing some of the tension. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I never got so horny I had to masturbate in the middle of the day. But today...this was different.

  I lay back on the bed, and slipped my hand under my panties. I kept the shorts on, in case anyone walked in. It was hot and slippery in there, my thighs coated in wetness. My fingers rubbed in a circular motion. Bradford watching my tit hang out. Gagged. Bound. Fuck, fuck. I started moaning, unable to help myself. Bradford’s hand brushing my nipple. What if he had touched it? Grabbed it. Sucked on it. What if he bit it hard? Oh my fuck, I was cumming. I gasped for air as the waves of ecstasy rushed over my body, over and over. It kept going, pleasure shooting through my body, the hardest I’d ever cum.

  And then I felt something very wet. Oh no. I sat up. I had squirted. A LOT. What the fuck, I had never squirted before. I didn’t even know I could. A puddle had formed on the bedspread, and my panties and shorts were completely ruined. No, no! Bradford better not see this. He wouldn’t. It would dry up, hopefully.

  I had to get out of these clothes. I ran to the bathroom, hand between my legs, hoping nothing else would gush out, and cleaned myself off. Naked, I strutted over to my luggage. The luggage he forced me to pack in like two seconds. Fucker.

  Unzipping it, I peered inside and a foreboding feeling settled over me. Had I packed… oh no, had I packed underwear? Even as I asked myself, I knew the answer: no. No bra and no underwear for a whole week. And if Bradford kept turning me on like this, my wetness was going to seep right through my clothes. Somehow that thought was getting my horny again.

  My mind clouded by dirty thoughts, I decided I wanted to wear something sexy. Who says lunch can’t be slutty-chic? I’d already come, mid-day.

  I pulled out a lacy blush pink mini dress. I don’t know why I packed it, but apparently I thought I’d need to look sexy for my week here. It was light enough to be a little see-through, and I smirked at the naughty thought. I slipped it on, paired it with the one set of heels I packed, and checked myself out in the gilded, floor length mirror.

  My cleavage was totally exposed, headlights visible, and my booty was popping. The thought that I had no underwear on was so fucking hot.

  I strutted downstairs, my heels clicking with every step, and secretly, my lips rubbing against my thighs. After peering into a bunch of rooms – fuck, this house was massive – I finally found the dining room. Bradford was sitting at the head of a long as hell dining room table, and he had changed for the occasion too. He was clad in a black suit and tie– was he joking? This was lunch. Still, from what I could see, it fit his hulking body snugly. Expensive tailoring. I liked that.

  The other place setting was set all the way at the other end, and it might have been the ends of the earth for how far away it was from him. I needed him to see me.

  “Audrina, thank you for being on time.”

  Smiling, I said, “You ordered, sir.”

  Then, bringing my voice into a concerned whine, I said, “But Bradford, this place setting is too far away. I want to sit closer to you. Please, sir?”

  His eyebrow flicked up, like maybe he sensed danger. Yeah Bradford, your best-friend’s baby girl. You know you want her. I hoped to god he could read my mind. And the way he was staring at me, part of me thought maybe he could.

  He cleared this throat, and said, “Since you asked nicely, I don’t see why not. Bring it over, Audrina.”

  “Yes sir, thank you.”

  After I had moved the place setting over, smiling coyly at him all the while, he clapped his hands. Suddenly, we were having dinner served to us by a freaking staff of people. Apparently Bradford liked to be waited on.

  Halfway through the truffle lobster ravioli, I couldn’t help my curiosity about how he had all...this. I asked, “Bradford, what exactly is it you do again?”

  “Audrina, I see you’re trying to politely ask me how
I have the money I do.”

  I flushed a deep, scarlet red. I hated being called out. “No I’m not. I’m just curious about your career.”

  He snapped, “Don’t lie to me, Audrina. I mean it.”

  I nodded. “Yes sir. You’re right. I was being nosy.”

  He continued, “If it’s my career you want to know about, I’m a former Navy Seal, now retired. If it’s my money you want to know about, it’s from an old family oil fortune. If it’s my hobby you’re interested in, then I can tell you that I specialize in breaking troubled teens.”

  A smirk appeared at the corner of his lips when he said this. Asshole. He was trying to tempt me to push him. I wouldn’t fall for it. I’m not that easy.

  “That’s an unusual hobby for a fifty year old man,” I said, and took a sip of my water, as if uninterested in him.

  “Audrina, you know I’m forty-two, your father’s age. The hobby is a pet project of mine. That kind of tough love saved me in my youth, and I want to pay it forward.”

  I couldn’t hide the sarcasm in my voice, “Oh, how charitable of you.”

  Fuck. I would get punished for that one for sure. His voice turned icy. He pointed at my dish. “You have to learn to watch your mouth. Keep your eyes down and finish the rest of your meal.”

  My heart was beating so fast. “Yes, sir.”

  He took a few more bites, then said, “After the week is up, not only are you going to return the bag, you’re going to want to return it.”

  The fucking bag, again. Why did everyone want to take everything away from me? My eyes snapped up and I pounded the table. “What the fuck is everyone’s problem? It’s not that big of a deal.”

  In one motion, he bolted from his chair, rattling the china on the dining table, and he was looming over me. His huge hand grabbed a thick handful of my hair, and he yanked me up. I screamed in shock, in pain.

  “We’re done here. You need to be punished. Now.”

  Without even asking my permission, he dragged me by the hair. I fought against him, yelling, pulling on his hands, but it was only making it worse.

  “Fuck you, Bradford. You can’t do this to me. Help me!”

  But even as I said it, I didn’t want to be helped. I could feel myself getting wet again as he yanked me, hair first, through his house. What was his punishment going to be? More ropes? Gags? And mostly, I wanted him to touch me, everywhere. But I was his best friend’s daughter. He’d never do that...right?

  Chapter Six

  He threw me into a room, then shut and locked the door. I was in a library, full of dark wooden shelves and a deep brown leather couch. He grabbed my forearm and pulled us down together onto the couch.

  “Bradford, what the—”

  But before I could say “fuck”, he had bent me over his knees, then swung one leg over my back, clamping me down. I had to push my hands against the floor to stay up. My ass was stuck out, and with my dress being so short, I could feel the coolness of the air against my glistening lips. No underwear. Shit.

  His words were whip sharp. “Keep your mouth shut. You broke the rules, you get punished.”

  “No, Daddy please--”

  What the hell did I just say? And the second I said that word, I felt his cock twitch. He liked it. He fucking liked it.

  Without warning, his hand smacked my ass, hard. No warm-up, nothing. I yelped. I squeezed my fists tightly, my nails digging into my skin. I fought against him, struggling in between his legs, but he had me. His brutal hand kept going, blow after blow.

  But then he abruptly stopped, as if it was unplanned. He stiffened. I turned to see him as best I could, my hair falling in my eyes. He was examining his hand. What the hell?

  Then he lifted the hem of my dress up, exposing my pussy, and peered at it.

  He growled, “Audrina. Why are you not wearing underwear?”

  I was breathing hard, turning his question over in my mind. “Sir, my panties from earlier got, um, dirty. And I didn’t pack any extras.”

  The hardening of his dick was making me gutsy. I continued, “But I thought maybe you...wouldn’t mind.”

  He spanked me again, hard, and this time, his hand flew in between my legs, striking my labia. My yelp sounded more like a moan, and I shivered all over.

  He protested, “How dare you suggest that. I’m your father’s best friend.”

  Two more thwacks against my bottom. His words were saying no but his cock was betraying him. Still, he sounded so serious. He’d never betray my father like that. Would he?

  There was only one way to find out. Pretending to fight against him, I writhed, purposefully rubbing his growing boner in the process, feeling how huge it was. It was getting me hornier and braver by the second. I wanted him to let it all go, take his cock and shove it in me anywhere he pleased. I goaded him, “You liked seeing my breast in the car. You liked tying me up and watching me expose myself. And I know you touched my nipple on purpose. You wanted to feel me.”

  He grunted in anger, and continued to spank me. In between yelps, I kept rubbing up against his dick, fully hard now, a monster inside his pants.

  He stopped his spanking, and massaged my sore ass cheek. The edge of his hand grazed my moist lips. He spoke again, his voice changed. “And you liked it, you little slut.”

  I gasped. No one had ever called me that before. I protested, and squirmed under him. He chuckled. Then all at once, he forced two thick fingers inside my wet cunt.

  He thrust them in and out relentlessly, causing me to moan and scream with the pleasure and pain. He inserted one more finger, filling me up all the way, stretching my hole wide.

  His voice was wild, and for the first time sounded out of control. “Is this what you wanted? You wanted Daddy to spank you for being a bad girl? You wanted to get his hand all dirty with your juices? You wanted Daddy to shove his fingers into your pussy to see what it feels like?”

  God, yes, all of it. I couldn’t believe he said that. He knew. I screamed out, “Yes Daddy, yes!”

  I was grinding my clit against his thigh, and combined with his finger fucking I was getting so close to coming.

  All of the sudden he stopped, and pulled his fingers out of my swollen, sopping wet hole. He chastised, “Don’t you dare come yet, little girl. Besides, you greedy thing, you already came once today.”

  I gasped. “What? How do you…?”

  He laughed, evil in his voice. “You think I don’t have surveillance all over this house? I saw. I watched you.”

  “No, it’s not possible.”

  “And the whole time I kept thinking, slide off those shorts, Audrina.”

  “Bradford!”

  He spanked my sore ass. “Don’t act coy with me, little girl.”

  He stuck two fingers back into my pussy, and suddenly another wet finger rubbed against my anus. Oh god. No one had ever done that to me before. I stopped writhing, shocked and frozen in place. The very tip of his finger wedged into my tight hole.

  I whimpered, but his soothing voice was right there to guide me. “Relax baby. Take a deep breath and let it in.”

  My eyes were watering with how good this was feeling. “Yes Daddy.”

  I did as he asked, and I could feel how much easier the finger slid in when I relaxed my body. It felt like nothing else I’d ever experienced. I never even knew I wanted anything up my ass, but now I never wanted him to take it out.

  “That’s very good. See how nice it is when you follow instructions?”

  I moaned in response, as his fingers slid in and out of both my holes, gentle and sweet. Yes, I was being so good, and he was rewarding me. I was writhing with pleasure at all the sensations between my legs. He chuckled, “Oh she likes that, does she?”

  In between whines, I could only nod in response.

  He purred, “So sweet and docile. I like to see you like this. I wonder, what else would you like?”

  He removed his fingers, and then his strong arms pulled me up, onto his lap. His face was glowi
ng, like he was so proud of me. I flushed.

  He brushed my hair out of my eyes, and tucked a strand behind my ears. His voice was tender. “Hello my little pet.”

  I loved being held by him like this, against his warm, comforting chest. “Hello Daddy.”

  I was all shy again, like a little kid. He leaned in, kissed my cheek. I could smell his fresh scent, feel his warm breath against my face. He tilted my chin toward him, and kissed me fully on the mouth, our lips mingling. He parted his mouth, and the tip of his tongue massaged mine. That tongue I had wanted to caress. Mine now. Somehow this felt like the most intimate thing we had done so far.

  Then a thought struck me. My voice hesitated as I asked, “You don’t do this with...all your troubled teenagers, do you?”

  He chuckled. “Jealous, Audrina?”

  I looked down. Fuck. Yes, I was. He put his hand under my chin and lifted it, so that my eyes were forced to face him. He commanded. “I asked you a question, young lady.”

  I nodded. “Yes, I’m jealous. I want to be your only one.”

  He smiled, then wrapped me into a full armed hug, stroking my hair and rocking me slightly. “Don’t you worry, beautiful. This has never happened before. I can’t help myself with you. From the second I grabbed your arm, and felt you respond to my touch, I thought this might happen. You went from spoiled brat to sweet, submissive girl. I tried to resist and tell myself it was just me. But when I saw you masturbating, I knew. You wanted a firm hand to train you, to care for you. Then you called me Daddy, and I just lost it.”

  My cheeks reddened, remembering how that word slipped out of my mouth. I also couldn’t help smiling, knowing that what was happening right now was special, and not just part of his training program. He would care for me, and I was his only one.

  I kissed his cheek, and nuzzled against him. “I’m glad I did.”