Daddy's Demands: Twenty-Five Steamy Daddy Dom Romance Novellas

by Madison Faye

  Still mute, he carried her in silence, all the way to the door. He uttered his entry words, and then carried her into his apartment.

  Wondering what would happen now and afraid that he knew about Dev, she thought he might set her down in the living room or even the kitchen. Instead, he kept moving all the way to the back area.

  Her brow wrinkled as he headed into the laundry room.

  Halting, he swung his eyes down to hers. “Mine,” he stated in a loud clear voice.

  Angel was staring back and she shivered at the pure rage she saw on his face.

  A noise came from in front of them and the wall slid open.

  Startled, she almost jumped at the sound.

  He carried her through and the door slid closed behind them.

  Angel stared as the semi-darkened room loomed before her. It was what they called a dungeon, a place where all the punishment occurred. She’d seen a few herself, but never one as well-equipped as this one. Her mouth popped open. It’s almost exactly like my dream! How?

  Bastien carried her down the steps.

  Angel saw the wall rack, the hanging rack, and the massive, cushioned slab with bonds. Her eyes grew wider and she was utterly dumbfounded. The cross! It wasn’t black like her dream but gold; her eyes rounded as she stared at the straps. Red velvet. Ohhh…

  Remaining quiet, he finally set her down.

  Angel turned all around and gaped at all the various forms of sexual torture—some were total antiques. Her startled gaze finally rested on him. “You are…” Her knees buckled again.

  Like a shot, he reached out and held her steady. “Oui,” he answered matter-of-factly.

  Taking a closer look at his face, she now focused on that telltale glint in his dark eyes. Oh, and I never recognized it? He indeed had that gleam in his eyes that only true doms usually possessed. Her body shook with the realization. “I never knew, I never—?”

  “You did know my father, however.” His tone remained casual, belying the angry glittering in his eyes.

  Angel held her breath. She didn’t know how to explain that unfortunate coincidence to him.

  Bastien grabbed her up and turned her around. “Which one is your favorite?” he asked softly in her ear, abruptly changing the subject.

  The seductive-sounding whisper made her feel like she would crumple to the floor again, as he smoothly changed the subject. She gazed at all the bondage accruements and the lavish hanging sling hammocks with their chains and velvet. Then yes—her eyes landed again on the cross. “I never…”

  “Oh?” he asked. “You were a slave and you never?” His deep voice purred at her cheek.

  She shook her head while his soft chuckling rang in her ear.

  “But I thought you were an experienced sexual deviant?” he whispered.

  Angel didn’t know what to think or feel.

  “Remember that very first night. When you made that speech?”

  Angel almost winced as yes, she did remember telling him all about her deviant likes in the sexual arena as if he were Mr. Joe Missionary Position or… Vanilla French Guy!

  “Oui, where you said I might like to get blown with titties in my mouth,” he teased. “How it was not a bad thing that I was normal?”

  Her body trembled at the memory and all the while, she’d believed he was disgusted. These last weeks, she’d never once suspected he could be a dominant or so cool about dispensing the punishment she craved. His control over his own emotions and feelings was so infinite, that she realized that if he didn’t toss her aside now, that he would indeed be her ultimate master. There would be no playing him to anger or manipulation to get what she wanted.

  “My favorite part was where you said…” his voice slowed, “…you would come while on your knees if I shoved my cock down your throat. I grew so hard at your words. I’ve been with some soumis—submissive women and they never made me as hard as you did that night.”

  As he spoke, Angel was afraid she would start hyperventilating.

  “Do you remember what you said, Angel?” he asked and flipped her around to face him.

  She tried to swallow and found that her throat had closed while she gazed into his eyes. She shook her head.

  “Yes, I think you do. I seemed to remember a list of things you liked.” He stepped closer.

  “I like it rough?” she offered.

  “Tell me again,” he seethed as he held her arms.

  She sighed and let her head fall back. “I like to worship, while…”

  Bastien let her go.

  She stumbled back.

  His expression looked furious. “When did you know him?”

  Angel sucked in her breath.

  Chapter Eleven

  With a cruel swift skill, Bastien reached out and ripped her silk dress, pulling and tearing at it until it slipped entirely away from her body.

  Freezing up, Angel felt the air hit her bare skin. “Three years ago,” she answered truthfully.

  As though he fought for control, he balled his hands to fists at his sides.

  Angel stared at his angry stance. “Oh, God, you think…?” She gulped. “No, Bastien. I only want you!”

  Seeming to immediately assume his self-control again, he stared her. “I didn’t think so.”

  Breathing heavily, she was panicked. She couldn’t lose him now—she had to convince him. “I have wanted you since the first night.”

  Stepping closer, he lightly passed his fingers over her bare nipples.

  In response, her entire body fluttered.

  “I waited for you to get over what had happened to you,” he softly whispered.

  Angel nodded as excitement flooded through her. I am so over everything—except you.

  “I would have never left marks on you—I only want to marquer vous on the inside.” His finger made a trail down along her stomach. “Mark you, so you would obey only me.”

  At his sensuous touch, Angel stood very still while pure elation raced through her. Finally, he was sharing some of his thoughts. You have marked me—probably forever now.

  “I have wanted to bring you here and maybe…?” His firm, strong hand had come down low to her mound as he reached in and grabbed her entire labia, tugging fiercely on her. “Make you happy.”

  Releasing a heavy moan, Angel thought she might cream instantly in his wonderfully fierce grasp.

  “Maybe I would fuck your lovely, sweet mouth and watch you climax as you swallow me.” He purred the nasty promises at her.

  His descriptions lit in her mind and she trembled violently. To have all this become real and not just a dirty fantasy or dream?

  “And if you pleased me well enough? I would fuck you from behind, like you said you liked.”

  Quivering, she let out another helpless moan.

  He motioned his head toward the wall rack.

  Angel swung her entranced gaze over to see the various collars and yokes. Her body gave a violent shudder.

  “I have one that I bought especially for you. It is studded with rubies. The same color as your rouge auburn hair.” He passed his fingers along her nipples again. “It will also attach nicely to your sweet tits as it would tug and pull… tirer.” His fingers plucked fiercely on her nipples. “So nicely at my will.” He leaned in close. “I will be your daddy, just not your stepdaddy.”

  Angel couldn’t even swallow as he spoke. Juices bubbled from her pussy and she could feel drops of moisture rolling down her bare thighs. It was so much to take in. And by his statement, she knew he was right. He would be her daddy, her master, her Sir. Oh, how could this all have happened… Her dreams of the ultimate man. She almost wanted to pinch herself as this had to be another wet dream.

  His eyes burned at her. “It would plaisir you with such a délicieux pain, without harming your sweet flesh.”

  Overcome by the dominant power she never knew Bastien possessed, she whimpered at his nipple play, as she grew slicker and wetter between her thighs. Instinctively, she knew that he w
ould be the kind who would punish her relentlessly, make her weep with a pure splendorous pain-filled ecstasy, and then he would later bathe her and comfort her exhausted sore body.

  “I decided to allow you to see who I really am first, by taking you to the club.”

  Shaking visibly now, she nearly gushed with excitement. “Oh, I wanted to tell you how I felt, so many times. I yearned for you every night. I even thought I could just be a normal lover for you, in order to please you.”

  Bastien laughed, and pulled at her nipple with one hand while playing her labia with the other. “I don’t get hard for a nice normal blowjob or à l’ancienne. How did you say it? A good old-fashioned Saturday night fuck?”

  “I know that now!” She was thrilled to find that he would do all the glorious taming she’d dreamed of. The rough tugging and pulling on her body sent pulsing waves of heat along her flesh. “I didn’t care though. I planned ways to entice you and I would have pleased you in any way you might desire. I love your laugh, your eyes, your—”

  Bastien stilled. “Turn around,” he ordered.

  Angel grew expectant, as she never dreamed that sweet Bastien would order her to do anything ever, and she promptly flipped around. She could feel his hands on her hips as he bent her over and grabbed her panties.

  Holding still, her heart pounded in her chest.

  He ripped the panties away and smoothed his hands over her ass. He grasped her cheeks and squeezed hard.

  Angel flinched from the finger grasping, loving every twinge he caused. Just like her dream! It was as if she dreamt it and it came true! She realized she panted too heavily and was soaking wet already. She knew she would never last through even a few more minutes of this, without coming violently. She bent way over and spread her cheeks, obediently opening her pussy, hoping to tempt him, so that he might allow her to please him when the eventual climax she almost felt right now, came to fruition.

  Bastien ignored her offering, walking around her to stand in front of her.

  Shaking fiercely, she watched him unzipping his leather pants. “I am going to say I’m sorry first—Bastien,” she whispered with a little fear in her quavering voice. Her body remained in place with her bent over offering, though every muscle she had was tense and expectant.

  Chuckling, he reached out and twisted one of her nipples as it hung down. “For what, sweet Angel?” He tugged his pants lower and his hard, magnificent cock sprang forward.

  Angel saw what she’d longed to see before—his luscious, smooth cock standing out erect, long and hard and it was because of her. She realized now that he hadn’t been hard before because he liked to dominate. Involuntarily, her body coiled as she literally lurched forward and slid her greedy mouth over his erection and was sucking hard. Oh, the glorious taste and feel of him! Her body jerked and she was already shamelessly climaxing onto her fingers as she held herself.

  Bastien did look angry while glowering down at her, sucking on him, her body spasming with pleasure. With a low growl, he tugged her off.

  “I’m sorry… for that.” Breathless, she finally answered his question as she fell to her knees, pulling for air and throwing her head back while she came fully on her fingers with a whimpering cry. Her eyes remained on him, as he stood tall above her. She kept her gaze locked with those fierce, glinting dark eyes of his and the orgasmic waves grew. “Oh…” she cried out. “I have wanted… to taste… you for so long!”

  Standing very still, he glared at her. “You do know what I must do, oui?” Grabbing her up, he tugged her close, holding her arm with one hand as he propelled his fingers up into her pussy.

  Her still climaxing vagina muscles clenched tightly around them. “Yes! Oh, yes, I do know!” she shouted with a breathless gasp of pure glee.

  At her expectant response, a smile peeked at his lips as though he couldn’t prevent it. “You cannot be allowed to just…” He turned her around. “I will hurt you now, my sweet.” He ran a firm hand over her ass and slipped his fingers over her wet hole, using her moisture to dampen them.

  As he stepped closer, every nerve in her body was on fire. He grasped her hips, forcing her body over, and then swiped her anus with his moistened finger. Knowing what he planned, she grew anxious and exhilarated. He is a master! she concluded with heart-pounding exhilaration.

  “I had planned to reward your sweet pussy with this, but you fucked that up.” His tone sounded calm and even; he was so controlled and yet unyielding.

  Angel reached back and pulled her ass cheeks wide with pure elation and fear. She never dreamed that Bastien could bring this kind of exquisite sublime feeling to her.

  Shunting a finger into her ass as though testing her tightness, he slid it back out.

  Dammit, he was being gentle, she screamed in her mind.

  Abruptly, he delved four fingers deep into her aching, throbbing pussy and she drew in her breath as her torso coiled from the sensation and in the same instant, he smoothly slid his hard dick into her ass.

  Angel screamed as the delicious peaking of a pain-filled pleasure almost unhinged her.

  Bastien pulled out a little, and then shoved his fingers higher into her pussy as he tugged her hips back toward his pelvis. His engorged cock went straight in with perfect aim, all the way to her anal hilt. She screamed again, as his middle fingers pleasured her pussy, while his thumb skillfully rubbed her throbbing clit. The perfectly constructed finger stimulation to her clit and pussy coupled in splendid accord with his pounding cock, as it relentlessly punished her ass with swift justice. With precision and ease she’d never experienced with any master, he skillfully thrust into her with fingers and cock simultaneously.

  “You came without permission. You induced it yourself, dieu merde!” he seethed at her. “You are not a good submissive, sweet Angel. If you come before I say, you will be denied climaxing as I shove my coq down your throat.”

  Angel thought she might die from a wave of overpowering bliss, agony, and joy. His threat of allowing her to take him deep in her throat caused another wave of weak neediness to ripple through her. She was stunned with the realization that he knew how to discipline in such mind-blowing ways that she never dreamed of before. Her holes were filled with him, while he possessed her body utterly in his firm grasp. “I will be good, I will…” She held herself still as her chest heaved.

  With another powerful lunge, he plunged his cock up high again and pumped his fingers into her. Letting go of her hip, he slapped her ass hard.

  The sting on her ass cheek joined her mindless pleasure and waves of helpless, euphoric splendor crashed through her. “Oh!” she screamed out as she came instantly, and it stunned her with its sudden unbidden onslaught. Her traitorous, weak body had disobeyed her will and his. “Ahh!” She shook violently with the perfect supreme ecstasy that she’d never experienced before. He held her tightly as she creamed herself and her pussy walls tightened around his exquisitely talented fingers.

  Bastien let out a low angry growl and slapped her ass cheek harder.

  The delicious sting from it waved along her sexually heightened body, springing from her ass all the way to her nipples, joining her orgasm in a complete symphony of a wondrous mind-shattering ecstasy.

  “Fuck!” he yelled. “Angel—Angel, vous.” The fury in his voice was clear and his entire body shook with rage as he removed himself from her tightening holes.

  Angel struggled for air as he dropped her. Never in all her exploring and searching did she ever experience such a complete uncontrollable, erotic mind-blowing pleasure with any man. Shuddering, she fell to the floor. Immediately, shame and disappointment pulsed through her. She’d wanted to please him so badly. She was an utter failure at it and she’d defied him at every turn, because her greedy need overwhelmed her—so selfish and undisciplined.

  Angel felt sure that he would feel disgust and disappointment now. He could easily throw her away. Why would he even want someone as non-acquiescent as her? She remembered all those gorgeous, adorin
g women and men at the club who’d gazed at him in worship, knowing that each and every one of them could do better. Ashamed by her behavior, tears filled her eyes.

  With a sigh, he reached down and picked her up into his arms as the old sweet Bastien had done before.

  Angel was weeping. “Oh, Bastien, I am so sorry! I—just love you so much and I waited for any touch you might give for so long that I—”

  “Well, you did honor to my ego again, sweet girl.” Bastien tilted his head back and laughed as he carried her toward the metal door. “Oh, jeune fille douce!”

  Seeing that he was taking her back to the apartment, she pleaded desperately, “No, no!”

  He glared at her. “No dungeon for you, until you earn it. It may take some time to train you. You are too headstrong and not compliant enough.”

  “No, please, I can! I can do it. I can be—”

  “Mine?” he stated loudly, while looking into her eyes as the door in front of them slid open.

  Angel swiped at her tears while looking into a powerful dark gaze that seemed to make her body burn all over again and she placed her head down on his shoulder. “Yes. Oh, yes!”

  That deep, rumbling chuckle rose from his chest as he carried her through the doorway.

  The End

  About J.L. Beck

  J.L. Beck is a USA Today Bestselling Author, of over fifty different romance novels. She started her writing journey in 2014 and hasn’t slowed down a second since then.

  She’s captivated by real romance and loves reading about strong “ALPHA” males as well as sassy heroines that know, or may not know, what they want. She is best known for delivering a happily ever after, but she has ended things on a cliffhanger a time or two.

  When she’s not typing away at her next book you can find her being a mom to her two adorable kiddos and wife to her high school sweetheart. She’s obsessed with Starbucks, social media, and is strictly a dog person.

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