by Rachel Burns
She smiled at him, loving him more with each second that passed.
Sawyer tied her wrists together and instructed her to get on the bed. “Get on your hands and knees so Daddy can spank you.”
Hearing his deep, sexy voice say such naughty things was making her nipples hard. It also didn’t help that the wind was whistling outside. It was so much better to be safe inside with him in his warm room.
Sawyer gently grabbed onto her and moved her, adjusting her position until he was satisfied. His hand glided along her shoulder and down along her back. It rounded over her ass, and then his fingers delved between her legs to tease her clitoris with the slightest of touches. “No clenching. You were very naughty. Daddy needs to be able to punish you to his satisfaction.”
Morgan nodded, feeling breathless. Her body was tingling with anticipation. He gave her a light spank that made her tummy tuck in and her back round upwards.
“You need to hold still,” he scolded her. He took hold of the rope holding her wrists lightly together and adjusted it. He took his sweet time, which made Morgan curious. She peeked down to see what he was doing. His hand was on the back of her upper thigh. He reached between her legs and grabbed onto the rope. He lifted it up so the rope was between her parted legs, brushing against her clitoris.
“Oh,” she called out with surprise.
“Leave your hands where they are,” he warned her before he pulled the rope tight.
Morgan fought not to shift around. She dared to peek at him. The rope was wrapped around his left hand as he held it tightly in his fist. She couldn’t see his right hand, but then she felt it when he gave her another spank.
Again her hips thrust forward, but this time she was greeted by the rope.
“Oh God,” she called out.
Sawyer gave her spank after spank, making her clitoris rub along the rope. “I’m your Daddy. Is that clear?” he asked her.
Her arms and legs were shaking as she got closer to an orgasm. “Yes, sir.”
“What do I prefer you to call me?” he asked, giving her a sharp swat.
“Daddy. Yes, Daddy.” The way she said ‘Yes, Daddy’ made it sound as if she were cheering him on. And that was apparently how he understood it too because he spanked her faster only using his hand. He stood beside the bed, spanking her naked, tied-down body.
He continued to spank her, driving her wild. She was tied in a way where she couldn’t move back, only forward against the rope. He had her right where he wanted her, and she loved it.
His hands often took breaks to run over her body. He especially liked touching her back and hind cheeks. Sometimes, his hands wandered down to the back of her thighs and calves.
But when he reached for her tummy and then grabbed onto her breast, she gasped. “Daddy can touch his little girl wherever he wants. Isn’t that right?” he questioned her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she agreed wholeheartedly with him.
“If Daddy demands too much from you, you have to tell me. Promise me that you’ll tell me if I ever go too far. You need to stop me in that second. Am I being clear?”
“Yes, Daddy. I understand.”
“Good girl,” he praised her.
Then he continued to spank her. He wasn’t giving her hard swats, but the kind that built over time.
Morgan was panting as she got closer. “Daddy, please. I need to come,” she told him, throwing her pride to the side.
“Then come for me nice and loud. I want to hear you.”
Morgan’s hips bucked. Her legs were shaking, and her shoulders dipped down. She hadn’t made a sound yet, but then she gulped a breath of air and cried out, coming for him so sweetly.
Sawyer had his hands on her back, trying to calm her down.
When she settled down, he removed his clothes and the ropes on her wrists. He took hold of her by her hands and helped her get up. Her legs were still shaking as she looked up at him with thankfulness in her eyes.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, baby. Now I want you to pretend to be the boss. I want you to be on top and do whatever feels good to you.” Sawyer laid down on his back and looked at her.
Morgan was a little shy about getting on top of him. She felt self-conscious, wondering if her body still pleased him.
His eyes roamed over her body, giving her the impression that he liked what he saw. He was grinning at her.
Morgan took hold of his penis. It was a familiar touch. He was hard and ready for her. She rubbed the tip of his penis against her sore clitoris before she lowered down on him. She wiggled a little so he was in perfectly. Then she placed her hands on his chest and closed her eyes. She lifted up and lowered so very slowly, but it felt so good, and she wanted this to go on forever.
“Hold my hands,” she called to him. “Hold my hands, Daddy.” When she opened her eyes, she saw his hands ready for her.
She took hold of them, and then she was able to move faster. Her shoulders leaned back, and she bounced on him. Sawyer was getting loud and moaning with gusto. He liked what she was doing too.
Morgan yanked her hands away from him and placed her hands just above his knees. She felt his hands reaching under her hind cheeks. He grabbed onto them and held them in place and drove his penis up into her at a breakneck speed.
Sawyer took over, fucking her and doing the work while Morgan got to enjoy it. She gasped for air and begged him not to stop. She could feel his eyes on her breasts as they got closer.
“Come now, Morgan. I can’t hold back any longer.” He warned her.
She reached forward and stroked over her clitoris to get herself to come as quickly as she could, wanting to obey him.
Sawyer’s fingers dug into her body, holding her in place as he exploded into her, thrusting upwards to giving her every drop that he could. He reached under her arms and held her body tightly against his as his hips continued to thrust upwards into her.
She came then. Shuddering in his arms as he held her.
He continued to hold her even after they had both come and calmed down.
“That had to have been better than nice,” he stated, teasing her for the comment she’d made last night.
“Yes, Daddy. It was,” she agreed with him. She laid her head on his shoulder and exhaled, feeling completely relaxed.
“I love you,” she confessed.
“I love you too, baby.” He gave her a kiss on her shoulder and sighed with happiness.
Chapter 37
“Mommy has to go. Maybe Nanny can help you find your doll?” Morgan asked her daughter. She looked at the nanny, pleading with her to take over.
“I think I saw the doll under your bed.” Nanny held her hand out to the little girl. “Let’s go check.”
Morgan smiled at them as they took off. Sawyer walked into the room, holding her bag. “Call me on the plane and when you get there.”
“I promise I will, Daddy. I just have to say goodbye to the boys. Are they outside?” Morgan asked him where their two oldest children were.
“I’ll call them for you.” Sawyer went out on the porch and called the boys.
They came out from under the porch, dirty from head to toe.
“Great. Now they need a bath,” Morgan sighed.
“I’ll take care of it. Go to your share-holder’s meeting. Boys, say goodbye to Mommy.”
Morgan carefully hugged them and said goodbye to them. “Promise me you’ll be good for Daddy.”
They both promised they would.
Sawyer told them to go back to playing as he walked Morgan over to her jet. The pilot was waiting for them. He took the bag from Sawyer and allowed him to help Morgan up the steps to the jet.
“I’ll be back tomorrow evening, Daddy.” Morgan told him as he settled her into her seat on her own private jet. She hadn’t been able to give up the company and wanted to keep running it. She still helped out at the truck stop too, but Sawyer and the kids were her full-time job.
“Okay, honey. I
want you to take care of yourself. Expecting twins is no joke. If you feel any pain, I want you to consult a doctor.”
“I will, and I promise this will be the last time I fly before they’re born.” Morgan ran her hand over her round belly. She was already six months along, but she looked as if she could give birth any second.
Sawyer gave her a kiss, and then he pulled her close for a hug.
Martin shook his head. “She has to go. I get it. He hates to be away from her, but the sooner she goes, the sooner she can come back.” Martin liked to look down at Morgan, but Sawyer and Morgan were so lovey-dovey that it was a little sickening.
“Martin, she isn’t the only one who has to leave. It’s time for you to rest.” God pointed out.
“Sure, as soon as I can see if the twins are born okay,” Martin protested.
“No more excuses. They’ll be okay.”
“I’d rather see it for myself.”
“Martin, you have to let go of her. She’s fine. You can rest now. Stephanie is waiting for you.”
“Stephanie is waiting for me? Why didn’t you tell me that years ago?”
“You’re too stubborn to listen. In fact, you’re one of the most head-strong people I’ve ever created. I’ll bring you to her.”
“Do you know if Morgan will have any more kids?” Martin asked God.
“They decide that five kids are enough for them. But you’ll have twelve great grandchildren.”
“That’s marvelous. I have to tell Stephanie that.”
“She already knows. I told her when she arrived.”
“But how could you have. I hadn’t gone to help Morgan yet.” Martin was confused.
“I knew what would happen,” God told him, giving him a wink.
The End
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If you like this book, you’ll enjoy Christmas Captive as well.
Chapter 1 ~ Sarah
Snow was starting to fall outside. It was the first snow of the year, and it was right before Christmas. Normally, that would have put me in a very good mood, but not today.
My boss had called us into his office. Well, it was the manager’s office, but he was the real boss, the owner.
I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but the other two girls, who were also called in, weren’t the best workers. I hoped I wasn’t being lumped in with them.
They were walking shoulder on shoulder as we walked down the hall to the office. They were whispering, and they peeked back at me a lot.
This felt like high school. They had been the cheerleaders, and I had been the girl that everyone avoided, the one who didn’t quite fit in.
That was who I was in high school, and that had carried over to work too.
I noticed that others were really good at making friends. I wasn’t. I was so nervous, and I never knew what to say or how to act. I was socially handicapped, to put it nicely.
They knocked on the door, and a deep voice answered, saying we should come in.
I went in last and closed the door behind me. I went to stand in front of his desk like the other two were doing, but I was apart from them. They were standing shoulder on shoulder, making it clear that they were together, a team. I was the outsider, off to the side, in a typical last girl to get picked while forming teams way.
I peeked at the owner of the restaurant, Mr. Sanders. He had dark blondish brown hair and golden brown eyes. He would have been really good-looking if he weren’t scowling at us. Mr. Sanders looked furious about something.
Even Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb looked nervous.
“At least one of you is stealing from me,” he announced.
I looked over at the others. They pulled a lot as soon as the manager was gone, but that they stole things surprised me. I figured that they’d draw the line with giving away food to their friends.
The owner was staring us down. “I’m waiting for a confession, or you’ll all be fired. I won’t tolerate a thief in my restaurant.”
My eyes widened at that. Being fired would be terrible. I still lived at home, and I was hoping to earn enough to be able to move out one of these years.
My parents had been clear that they thought I should stay at home until I got married. I didn’t earn enough money to pay a monthly rent and have a car and eat.
Losing this job would definitely be a step in the wrong direction.
No one had said anything. I didn’t have anything to say, so I didn’t say anything either.
He was looking at us one at a time. I tried to say with my eyes that I didn’t do anything, but the other girls seemed to be doing the same thing.
“Good, then you’re all fired. I will, of course, have to include this episode in your recommendations and believe me, you will be asked why you had to be fired from your last job on your next job application. Leave, all three of you.”
My jaw dropped open. I was being fired for stealing? How was that possible? I had never done anything of the sort. The others even called me Miss Goody Two Shoes.
“I really don’t think that’s fair,” Mandy said. She’d been extremely popular in high school. She’d gotten knocked up in her senior year, and she had a little baby at home, waiting for her. I felt something like hope. She’d rat out her friend to keep her job.
Of course, she would. She had a baby to think of.
“Well, do you really think I’d employ anyone who could be a thief? Did you honestly believe I’d pay someone to steal from me?” He was doing an excellent job of keeping his cool, but I could tell that he was boiling underneath the surface.
“No, of course you wouldn’t. But, I also don’t think you should throw innocent people out right before Christmas either.” Mandy was able to keep her cool too. “I will not be fired from a job because someone else has been stealing. I’m a mother. I realize how important it is to set a good example. She’s been stealing.” She leaned over in my direction.
“I have not.” I was appalled that she’d say something like that. She’d just proven her guilt to me. My heart was pounding so loudly. I was certain that they could hear it. My face was burning. It must be beet red.
“So it stands word against word.” He looked back and forth in between us.
Mandy was a good actress, but I had the truth on my side.
“You are?” He looked at Mandy’s friend.
“My name is Heather.” She sounded timid, for what, I’d bet, was the first time in her life.
“Well, Heather, it’s up to you to solve this problem. What’s the story?” He folded his arms over the desk and leaned over them towards her.
Heather looked really unsure what to do, but I already knew what she was going to say. She’d cover for her friend. “I really don’t want to get anyone into any trouble.”
“Trust me, you aren’t. They got themselves into trouble. There is no reason for you to feel guilty. You’re only helping your boss.” He emphasized the word ‘boss’.
“It was Sarah.” She glanced over at me for a second. She hadn’t even gone red when she lied. “I’m sorry, Sarah, but it’s the truth.” She gave me an apologetic look.
I made a shocked noise. Air had been able to escape my body, but no new air was replacing it. I couldn’t think or talk. I stood completely still, probably looking like a fish caught on a hook. My mouth was gaping open too.
“You two can leave now. Thank you for your help. Get back to work,” the boss told them.
They took off very quickly.
I had yet to breathe.
He was staring me down. He was furious. “How much did you take?” he asked me.
I felt like a donkey h
ad kicked me in the stomach, but I was able to talk now. “Nothing. I swear I didn’t.”
He looked ready to jump over the desk and choke me. “I’ll take that as an I don’t know how much it was because it’s been so much that you just can’t keep track anymore.”
“No, really it wasn’t me. Those two girls are best friends. They’d lie for each other, and they did, just now.” I pointed at the door they’d left through, sounding as if I had just seen a bank robber and was reporting it to the police. I was in shock and on the verge of hysterics.
“You owe me 250 dollars.”
“Yes, I realize that would upset you, but it – ”
He cut me off, “Yes, that does upset me a great deal. When I hire people, I give them a job where they earn money, honestly. There are so many people out there looking for an honest job like yours. They wouldn’t steal from me. No, just you would, and I want my money back. You’ll be working for me over Christmas. Don’t expect to be paid, you already were. If I feel you’re truly sorry, I won’t fire you. But if I feel that you’re unteachable, then you’ll be kicked out. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good. Go home and pack a bag. We’ll be gone for about two weeks.”
“Gone?” What was he talking about now?
“I need an extra waitress at my house over Christmas. If you refuse, you’re fired immediately.” He stared me down.
I was unsure. Could I get another job after being accused of being a thief?
My parents would be disappointed about not having me home at all for Christmas. I was scheduled for work, but we’d planned our festivities around that. As an only child, it was all about me at home.
What should I do?
He interrupted my thoughts. “Go pack, just normal clothes. You’ll receive a uniform there. Be back here in an hour. Otherwise, like I said, you’ll be fired.”
I turned and left. I went to the changing room and put my uniform in the laundry and changed into my own things. I was still unsure what to do.
I drove home, but my parents weren’t there. I had hoped for some advice.