Daddy Issues

Daddy Issues Page 14

by Evangeline Anderson

  She gave me a re­luct­ant smile.

  “Yeah—you were pretty brave call­ing my Daddy an as­shole like that. Usu­ally I’m the only one who can get away with stuff like that.” She looked at me sus­pi­ciously. “You’re not try­ing to come after him, are you? Be­cause you can for­get it—he’s mine.”

  “Of course not.” I made a face. “I don’t want any­thing to do with him. I just want…” I cleared my throat. “I just want to be able to give my Papa what he needs from me.”

  Mandy raised an eye­brow. “Still hav­ing is­sues with fuck­ing your Daddy?”

  “So what if I am?” I de­man­ded. “Any­way, you prom­ised you would tell me about the medi­cine that helps Baby­girls be more sexy for their Dad­dies.”

  She looked at me ap­prais­ingly.

  “Yeah…maybe. But you have to prove you really want it first.”

  “What?” I de­man­ded. “What else do I have to do? My ass is already sore from that spank­ing—I don’t want an­other one!”

  She scoffed. “You’re such a wimp. Your Daddy only used his hand on you—wait un­til you’ve been flogged and caned!”

  I had no in­terest in either one of those scen­arios so I just frowned at her.

  “What do you want me to do?” I said flatly.

  “Prove you really want to be your Daddy’s sexy Baby­girl.” Mandy’s green eyes were prac­tic­ally glow­ing with ex­cite­ment in the dim space. “Go on—prove it.”

  “How?” I asked, hon­estly mys­ti­fied. What did she want me to do?

  Mandy leaned for­ward.

  “Take out your Daddy’s cock and suck it,” she said.

  “What?” For a mo­ment my brain wouldn’t pro­cess her re­quest.

  “Go on,” she taunted me. “Do it.”

  “But—” I looked at the crotch of Salt’s black dress slacks. The suit he was wear­ing looked ex­pens­ive and im­pec­cable but I’d never ex­pec­ted to be try­ing to get into it when I ad­mired how it looked on his tall frame—es­pe­cially when we were still tech­nic­ally at din­ner.

  “You won’t do it, will you?” Mandy gave me a de­ris­ive look. “I knew it—you’re just a bor­ing little vir­gin. You don’t really want to be a good Baby­girl to your Daddy at all.”

  “That’s not true,” I pro­tested.

  “Prove it then. Or else stop talk­ing to me.” She yawned. “I’m already bored of you.”

  Uh-oh, I was los­ing her. I felt the choice be­ing taken out of my hands. Clearly Mandy knew some­thing about the Please that was be­ing channeled through the In­sti­tute—at least I thought she did. But she wasn’t go­ing to share any­thing with me un­less I proved my­self to her.

  “Okay, fine,” I heard my­self say­ing. God, who knew what Salt was go­ing to think of this? But there was no choice.

  Lean­ing between my part­ner’s spread legs, I found the top of his zip­per and pulled it down.

  Salt jumped.

  “Mishka?” I heard him say, sound­ing un­cer­tain.

  I squeezed his thigh hard, try­ing to let him know it was me and hop­ing he would just let me get on with it. Then I reached into his ex­pens­ive trousers and through the slit in his box­ers to grasp the hot, hard length of his cock.

  Salt jumped again and I heard him take in a deep breath but he didn’t try to stop me. A little re­as­sured, I pulled him out as gently as I could, us­ing both hands to be cer­tain I kept him well clear of the zip­per. He’d already been half hard when I first touched him but now, as I handled him, his shaft grew to a very im­press­ive length and girth.

  Mandy eyed him and gave a low whistle.

  “All right, now I can see why you’re scared of let­ting your Daddy fuck you,” she re­marked. “That’s one mon­ster cock he’s got.” She soun­ded im­pressed.

  I couldn’t help but agree with her. Salt was long and thick and hot in my hands—he was also much big­ger than any­one I’d ever been with.

  “You can see why I need the medi­cine,” I told her ap­peal­ingly. “I, uh, need some­thing to help me loosen up.”

  “Yeah, well…” She sniffed. “But you still haven’t proved you really want it.”

  “What are you talk­ing about? Look at me.” I stroked Salt’s long shaft from the thick root to the broad, plum-shaped head to il­lus­trate my point. He shif­ted rest­lessly in his chair but still made no move to stop me. Good.

  “You’re just touch­ing him,” Mandy said flatly. “I said suck him—get as much of that thick mon­ster in your mouth as you can. Maybe then I’ll tell you about the secret medi­cine.”

  I took a deep breath. Could I do this? And more to the point, would Salt let me do it? Also, how was it go­ing to af­fect our part­ner­ship when this was all over? I didn’t know but if it was the only way to get Mandy to tell me what she knew, I didn’t think I had a choice.

  Lean­ing for­ward ex­per­i­ment­ally, I rubbed my cheek against the long, rock-hard shaft. I could feel Salt throb­bing in my hands and I thought I heard a muffled groan from him as I caressed his hot length.

  I had never let my­self think about this part of my part­ner’s ana­tomy be­fore—it was off lim­its, after all. But now I found that I liked this part of him—liked it a lot. Other than be­ing al­most scary-big, Salt’s cock was hot.

  I mean that lit­er­ally—I could feel his heat ra­di­at­ing off the long, na­ked length. His warm, spicy musk was stronger here and I found that I liked that too. There was already a bead of pre­cum form­ing on the broad head, prov­ing that he liked what I was do­ing as well—or at least he was re­act­ing to it. Ex­per­i­ment­ally, I dar­ted out my tongue and lapped the bead away.

  Salt shif­ted and I thought I heard him groan again but as be­fore he did noth­ing to stop me. To my sur­prise, I found I en­joyed the feel­ing of power I got from lick­ing and touch­ing him while he was sup­posed to be par­ti­cip­at­ing in a so­cial en­gage­ment. I could do any­thing I wanted to him and he had to just sit there and take it and pre­tend noth­ing was hap­pen­ing. It oc­curred to me that this was the per­fect re­venge for the too-hard spank­ing he had just given me.

  “Do more—go on,” Mandy taunted me but she didn’t have to prod me into it. I found that I wanted to touch and taste and suck my part­ner’s shaft. I wanted to tor­ture Salt with sexu­ally con­fus­ing feel­ings just as he’d tor­tured me when he spanked me and made my pussy so wet.

  Lean­ing for­ward again, I swirled my tongue around the broad head of his cock. Then I took it all the way into my mouth, be­ing care­ful to shield my teeth with my lips, and sucked and licked for all I was worth.

  There was an­other muffled groan from above me and then I saw Salt’s big hands curl into fists on his knees. I felt a surge of tri­umph at the re­ac­tion I was get­ting from him. Oh yes, I was in con­trol here—in con­trol for the first time since we’d walked into the In­sti­tute. And I in­ten­ded to prove it right here and now by suck­ing him un­til he couldn’t see straight.

  Mandy was watch­ing me with wide, avid eyes as I began to suck and stroke my part­ner’s thick cock in earn­est but I no longer cared about her. Didn’t care that I was only sup­posed to be do­ing this in or­der to get in­form­a­tion for our case or that I was just play­ing a role. I flat out wanted to drive Salt crazy with lust.

  I couldn’t get him all the way into my mouth—there was no way. But I used both hands at once, bob­bing on the broad head and strok­ing up and down at the same time. Salt’s fists clenched tighter and I could al­most pic­ture him, sit­ting there at the table, strug­gling to keep a straight face while I went down on him for all I was worth.

  It made me want to laugh but it also made me hot. Even as I sucked him, I could feel my pussy get­ting wet­ter and wet­ter. God, I was turn­ing my­self on al­most as I was turn­ing on Salt! Part of my brain in­sisted that this was a ser­i­ous prob­lem but I ig­nored it and kept suck­ing. I es­pe
­cially liked the taste of my part­ner’s pre­cum—it was salty and slightly bit­ter and com­pletely de­li­cious. Its taste re­minded me of the scent of the ocean he seemed to carry around him. Per­fect.

  “Oh my God, I can’t be­lieve you,” Mandy whispered. “I never would have thought a vir­gin could be such a good cock-sucker.”

  I ig­nored her—why should I care what she had to say? I was only in­ter­ested in Salt at this point. And what I was in­ter­ested in was mak­ing him come…

  I was pretty sure it would hap­pen soon. I could feel him throb­bing in my hands and he was mak­ing more and more of that de­li­cious, salty pre­cum. I lapped it away eagerly and sucked his shaft for more. I wanted to make him lose con­trol—wanted to— Sud­denly Salt’s big hands grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up, out from un­der the table and into the light.

  “Mishka…” He was breath­ing heav­ily and there was a fire in his eyes I’d never seen there be­fore.

  “Let me go back un­der the table, Papa” I said, taunt­ing him. “I was al­most ready to make you fin­ish. Didn’t you like it? Don’t you want to come in your little mishka’s mouth?”

  I could feel every eye on the table on me but at this point, I didn’t care. I was still half angry with Salt for the spank­ing and more than half turned on. Suck­ing and strok­ing him while he was help­less to do any­thing about it was a real power trip—even now I could feel how wet and swollen my pussy was. I was bet­ting that the little pink panties I was wear­ing were prob­ably soaked.

  Salt’s eyes nar­rowed as he reached un­der the table to zip up his trousers.

  “That will be enough of such lan­guage, mishka! Un­less you want an­other spank­ing,” he de­clared.

  “Go ahead.” I put a hand on my hip. “I’m not scared of you, Papa.”

  “That’s it!” Salt stood up, push­ing his chair away ab­ruptly, and grabbed me by the up­per arm. “I will take no more sass and back talk. Now we are go­ing to the pun­ish­ment room!”

  Some of the other Baby­girls gasped and put a hand to their mouths and the Dad­dies nod­ded ap­prov­ingly. Even Berkley looked pleased.

  “If you’d like to pun­ish her by in­sert­ing her first plug, I can have Nurse Nancy meet you in the med­ical wing,” he offered.

  In­sert­ing a plug? No—hell no! I might have got­ten in­ex­plic­ably turned on when Salt was whip­ping my bare ass, but I was not ready to go there. And prob­ably never would be.

  Thank­fully, my part­ner seemed to know that.

  “Thank you but no,” he said to Berkley. “I have other pun­ish­ments in mind for little mishka this night.”

  The dir­ector shrugged.

  “Suit your­self. But the plug can­not be put off forever.”

  Salt didn’t an­swer. He was too busy glar­ing at me as he dragged me away from the table.

  “Ouch!” I cried, and I wasn’t act­ing. His big fin­gers bit deep into my flesh and his grip was ac­tu­ally pain­ful.

  Salt ig­nored my cries and kept mov­ing.

  “Come,” he growled and yanked me to­ward the din­ing room door. He pulled me through the long cent­ral hall of the In­sti­tute and to­wards the entry­way with its twin stair­cases. But in­stead of drag­ging me up to the pun­ish­ment wing, he took me up the right hand steps, to the guest suites.

  I ex­pec­ted him to drop the act once we got into our suite and he slammed the door shut be­hind us. But though he fi­nally let go of my arm, when he turned to look at me, his face was furi­ous.

  “What in the hell was that?” he de­man­ded, but he was so up­set his ac­cent was in over­drive. It came out more as “Vhat in ze hale vus zat?”

  “I could ask you the same thing,” I shot back at him.

  “What?” He ran both hands through his hair. “What are you talk­ing about?”

  “I’m talk­ing about that spank­ing!” I ex­claimed. “You ac­ted like you didn’t want to hit me at all and then you beat me like a red­headed step child!”

  “I had to make look real!” he pro­tested.

  “It was real all right,” I shot back. And now my ass is really sore!”

  “And so to get back at me, you de­cided to em­bar­rass me at table? To do things…you know you should not be do­ing?” he de­man­ded.

  “Mandy dared me to,” I said. “I had to…to uh, do what I did, in or­der to get her trust.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “And she might have told me everything if you hadn’t dragged me up here in­stead of let­ting me fin­ish.”

  “Let­ting you fin­ish?” Salt star­ted pa­cing. “I was the one who was about to fin­ish—don’t you un­der­stand that, Andi? I was about to come in your sweet mouth. Is that what you wanted?” He roun­ded on me. “Was it?”

  I lif­ted my chin. “If that was what it took to earn Mandy’s trust and break this case then, well…yes.”

  “You…I can­not be­lieve you.” He sat ab­ruptly on the sofa and scrubbed one hand over his face. “What about after case is through? What about—” He broke off ab­ruptly, shak­ing his head.

  Sud­denly I felt ashamed. Not of my ac­tions—I had been do­ing what I thought was ne­ces­sary. But of how I had up­set my part­ner—the most im­port­ant per­son in my life. And I had to ad­mit, if our po­s­i­tions had been re­versed and he had gone down on me in pub­lic with no warn­ing, I would prob­ably feel in­cred­ibly pissed off and be­trayed too.

  “Look, Salt…I’m sorry,” I said awk­wardly, sit­ting down be­side him. “She was dar­ing me to do it and say­ing she would tell me about the ‘spe­cial secret medi­cine’ if I did. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to ex­plain what was go­ing on. I guess…” I looked down at my hands. “I guess you prob­ably feel really taken ad­vant­age of right now.”

  “No…not that ex­actly,” he said heav­ily.

  “Yes, of course you do,” I pro­tested. “I know if our po­s­i­tions were re­versed and you had done, uh, that to me, I would feel really up­set and con­fused. You prob­ably feel like I mo­les­ted you or some­thing.” I bit my lip.

  “Mo­les­ted?” He barked a short, un­happy laugh. “Is that how you think I am feel­ing right now?”

  “I don’t know…” I shook my head. “Look, I have to be hon­est…” I sighed. “Mandy was dar­ing me but I was also really mad about the spank­ing. I guess…I was try­ing to get some re­venge, mak­ing you be the power­less one for once.”

  Salt swore softly and reached for my hand. To my sur­prise, he in­ter­twined our fin­gers and squeezed gently. “Andi,” he said softly. “Look at me.”

  Re­luct­antly, I raised my head to look at his face. His eyes were troubled.

  “Is not that I feel you took ad­vant­age of me. The feel of your soft hands and sweet mouth on me was a great pleas­ure,” he rumbled softly.

  “It was?” I could feel my cheeks get­ting hot.

  “Of course.” He brushed his knuckles gently over my heated cheek. “And one I never ex­pec­ted to feel. So that is not what both­ers me.”

  “What then?” I whispered.

  Salt looked troubled. “I just…do not wish to do any­thing while we are here that will jeop­ard­ize re­la­tion­ship we have back home,” he said. “You are im­port­ant to me, Andi. More im­port­ant than any case we are as­signed. You un­der­stand?”

  I nod­ded. “I feel the same way about you,” I ad­mit­ted. “I’ve been wor­ried too…wor­ried that we might hurt our part­ner­ship with everything we have to…have to do here.”

  “Is my greatest fear as well,” Salt said soberly. “I do not wish to lose you, Andi.”

  “You won’t,” I said. “In fact…let’s make a prom­ise to each other right now.” I grabbed his other hand and looked in­tently into his eyes. “Let’s swear that no mat­ter what we have to do to break this case, we won’t let it af­fect our re­la­tion­ship or our part­ner­ship. After all, we’re only do­ing what is ne�
�ces­sary.”

  Salt nod­ded. “Agreed. But…” He hes­it­ated.

  “Yes?” I promp­ted. “Go on, Salt—what?”

  “If we are in same situ­ation we were in to­night. When…when you were un­der table,” he said. “Do you…should we make some kind of sig­nal so that I can warn you if I am about to…” He cleared his throat. “A sig­nal so you can know when to stop?”

  “No,” I said. “No, that’s not ne­ces­sary. If you…if you come, you come. That’s all right.” I could feel my cheeks get­ting hot again but I lif­ted my chin, de­term­ined not to back down.

  Salt raised an eye­brow at me.

  “Even if is in your mouth? Or…else­where?”

  “Do what you have to do,” I said firmly. “I’ll do the same. And it won’t af­fect our part­ner­ship, I prom­ise.”

  “All right. Is deal.” He squeezed my hands gently and let go. Then he sighed and leaned back. “Deal I am afraid we will have to keep sooner rather than later.”

  “What do you mean?” I felt a flut­ter in my stom­ach.

  “I am speak­ing of what Berke­ley said to us be­fore I spanked you. About how you must be bathed by your Daddy?”

  “And shaved,” I whispered. This time my cheeks felt so hot I was cer­tain he would no­tice the blush creep­ing into my face.

  “That too.” Salt nod­ded.

  “Well, maybe they won’t count to­night since we put on such a big show at din­ner,” I said. “I mean maybe he’ll think you for­got all about it be­cause you were pun­ish­ing me and—”

  A sharp rap­ping against the wooden door of the suite cut off my words. Both of us jumped and I put a hand to my pound­ing heart.

  “I’ll get it,” I said but Salt shook his head.

  “No. Al­low me.” He went cau­tiously to the door and opened it a crack. “Yes?”

  “With Dir­ector Berkley’s com­pli­ments,” said a voice in the hall.

  Salt opened the door wider and reached for some­thing. He closed the door firmly and locked it be­fore com­ing back to the couch. I saw that he had some kind of bas­ket in his big hand.

  “What’s this?” I asked as he set it down on the cush­ion be­side me. The con­tents were nes­ted in brightly colored tis­sue pa­per so it was hard to see what ex­actly the bas­ket con­tained. I reached into it and my fin­gers found some­thing cool and smooth and cyl­indrical—some kind of can. I pulled it out and looked at it un­cer­tainly. “Peach foam­ing gel,’ I read aloud. “For the smoothest, clean­est shave of all your most in­tim­ate areas.”

 

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