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

by Madison Faye

  The thought of losing her in a car accident or because she’d been grabbed while walking alone on the street set his determination on high again. He had never felt about anyone the way he felt about Layla. And dammit if he was going to let her be careless. He was going away and wouldn’t be here to watch her and she needed to learn to take care of herself.

  Trevor held the bike for her while she got off and then he kicked the stand and got off himself. She stood, looking contrite with her helmet still on, waiting for him. He shook his head while undoing the buckle and plucked it off her head.

  “Little girl, you are in so much trouble.”

  She lunged herself at him before he even had time to take his own helmet off. He wrapped an arm around her and held her tight against him.

  “Please don’t be mad at me,” she said through sniffles.

  “Baby, I’m mad, but not at you. Just your decisions. I promise once we deal with this it’ll be over and done.” He wanted to tell her he loved her, that she’d scared him half to death with thoughts of what might have happened, but instead he took her arm and marched her into his house.

  “First, I want you to phone your friends and make sure they all made it home. I don’t care if you wake them up or their parents or roommates, just do it. Then, young lady, I want you up in my room.” He put their helmets on the shelf in the closet and took off his boots. “I’ll be up to deal with you in a few minutes. And while you’re waiting I want you thinking about what could have happened and what you should have done, got me?”

  “Wow, you really are a daddy,” she said, sobering further. His eyes cut to hers sharply.

  “That’s exactly what you need, little girl,” he said tersely.

  She gathered a breath. “I want this. I want you like this. I’ve never felt like anyone cared for me before.” It was the truth and it hit him hard. His sweet baby bunny had grown up in a trailer park with a drunk for a mother and a father who was just a name on her birth certificate. He grabbed her and yanked her against him.

  “I care so much about you, baby, so damn much it hurts. I’m going to be everything you need and want in a man because you deserve the best.”

  “I…”

  “I love you, baby bunny.” It was the first time they’d said it and maybe he shouldn’t have said it before he blistered her ass, but he meant it and dammit, she needed to know it.

  “I was going to say that.” She pouted and he pecked her puckered lips with his.

  “Go now, little one. Do as you’re told and prepare yourself. I’m going to spank you hard enough you’ll never forget I love you and care.” His brow angled sharply before she smiled, spun, and trotted up the stairs, cell phone against her ear. He knew she wouldn’t be smiling for long, but her smile reassured him he was doing what was best for her.

  When he walked in the room, she shivered and captured that sexy lip in between her teeth again. She was sitting on the bed cross-legged waiting. He grabbed the old kitchen chair he kept in the bedroom to put his clothes on and set it in front of the bed. He sat.

  “Tell me.”

  She swallowed hard. “Tell you what?”

  “Daddy,” he prompted.

  “Tell you what, Daddy?”

  “Are they okay?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I may have got Bernadette in trouble with her dad, but she’s fine.”

  “Good. Was she the driver?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Then I hope she gets in enough trouble she never does this again.” He pressed his lips, pleased when she nodded in agreement.

  “Now tell me what could have happened.”

  “Oh.” She swallowed again, taking a moment to think. “We could have ended up dead or worse, vegetables in the hospital.”

  “Uh huh. What else?” Her brow furrowed and her hand went to her mouth to chew her nail.

  “No fidgeting, little one.”

  She dropped her hand at his words.

  “Think. You made the right decision not to get back in the car with them, but what else could have happened?”

  She licked her lips nervously and looked at her lap. “I was walking the roads at night alone and I could have been caught by any pervert driving around.”

  “Exactly. Now tell me what you should have done.”

  “I… I should have called my daddy.”

  “Another right answer, sweetheart. Now tell me what’s going to happen now and in the future.”

  “Hold on,” she said and jumped up off the bed. “I’ll be right back.” She took off in a jog down the stairs. He was puzzled for a moment and not quite sure what to do, but when she returned with a wooden spoon in her hand, he smiled.

  “Daddy, I think what’s going to happen now is you’re going to use this and make sure I never ever do anything stupid like that again, and in the future I will call you or someone else I trust to come get me.”

  “Good girl.” She handed him the utensil and swallowed hard. He took it and set it beside the chair. Grabbing her by the top of her jeans, he pulled her forward, undoing the button slowly so she had time to fret. Once he had her jeans down and her panties at her knees, he led her to his side and pulled her over his lap. She yelped, startled.

  “I got you, baby bunny. Daddy’s got you.”

  “That’s what I’m counting on.”

  He chuckled at her words and laid a good hard swat on her backside. Way harder than he’d ever spanked her before. She whimpered and grabbed his leg. His hand came down on her other cheek equally firm. And then he let loose and spanked her ass ripe.

  “Ow! Jesus!” She squirmed and kicked and slumped a little, breathing hard when he stopped. “I’m learning, Daddy, and I totally regret bringing you that spoon now. Your hand is harder than steel!”

  “Baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy?”

  “I’m going to spank your thighs now.”

  “What?” A note of panic laced her word.

  “It’s going to hurt a helluva lot more but it’ll drive this lesson home. And baby bunny, every time in the future that I have to punish your naughty bottom, you can expect your thighs to get a good roasting too.”

  “Oh, God. Yes, Daddy.” She grasped his leg tighter.

  “Here, give me your hand.” He took her hand and entwined their fingers. “We’re in this together.”

  She sniffled. “Yes, Daddy. I love you. For this and everything else.”

  “And baby, I love you too. For this and for everything else too.” He spanked her thighs and he had to remind her to breathe. As soon as she was breathing though, she started to squirm. He had to hold her tight to keep her from rolling off his lap. Her bottom jiggled adorably as she wiggled with each spank. Then when he paused to pick up the spoon, she wailed.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. So sorry.” Trevor took a moment to rub her back and let her cry.

  “Honey, I’m going to go quick to get this over with. You hang on to my hand as tight as you need to, but try not to squirm. Daddy wants you to have a hot stingy bottom, not another bump on the head ‘cause you wiggled yourself off my lap. Got me?”

  “Yes, Daddy. I know I deserve this.”

  “You do. Daddy’s so proud of you for being such a good girl now.”

  He spanked her bottom, alternating cheeks and then thighs fast. And she tried hard to be still but kicked and squirmed anyway. He only gave her a couple dozen swats between her backside and thighs, but it was enough. She was spent.

  She shook with sobs over his lap and he soothed her sore bottom and thighs and let her cry it out. It hurt him to see her so distraught but they both needed this. Him so he knew she’d be safe while he was away, and her so she knew he cared and she wouldn’t do it again.

  When he pulled her up and tucked her into him, he let her finish until there was just the occasional hiccup.

  “You okay, baby bunny?”

  She sniffed. “Yes, Daddy.” Her hand curled up around the collar of his button-down shirt and she pulled him to her face. A
s she kissed him deep and long, he found himself swept away again. Damn, this girl could kiss. Hell!

  “Daddy?” she asked when she ended their kiss and he was still almost dizzy from it.

  “Mhmm?”

  “Have we had enough dates to put out this fire now?”

  He answered her by cradling her face in his hands and putting his lips back on hers. Rising, his body guided her up and toward the bed to sit without breaking their kiss. When his mouth finally left hers, he went for her neck.

  “Yes, mmm, yes, Daddy,” she said in a breathy sigh, adding more fuel to his inner burn.

  His hands went to her waist and slid up her soft skin to lift her shirt up and over her head. He groaned when he saw her plump breasts bulging over her pretty pale pink bra. Swallowing the dry patch in his throat, he removed the bra to expose her stiff nipples. He ran his thumbs over the buds, making them pucker tighter. She gave him another breathy sigh.

  “Baby, those sounds you’re making are driving me wild.” He took her nipple with his mouth and rolled it between his lips before sucking it hard until her back arched and her sighs turned to desperate whimpers.

  “Please, Daddy, I need you.”

  “Not nearly as much as I need you.” He looked at her face, running his thumb across her lips. “But I’m not done playing with you yet.” He gave her a crooked smile and pushed her back onto the bed. Her pants were still down around her legs so he stood, grabbed the legs and yanked them off, tossing them across the room. Her panties had slid down with her pants but hung off her right foot.

  Her head came up and he smirked. “I think we’ll leave them there. You look so cute with your panties dangling.” He walked to his bedside drawer and opened it.

  “Oh, good, a condom!” She sat up further onto her elbows. “I’m not on anything.”

  “We’re not quite there yet, baby bunny.” His closed his hand over a condom and the small vibrator he purchased for her the other day and walked to the end on the bed. He tucked both in his pocket.

  “But I’m so wet,” she said, elongating the so.

  “Scoot your bottom to the edge of the bed and put your knees up.” He watched her obey. “Good girl. Now close your eyes. No peeking, little one. Got me? I don’t want to have to spank you for disobedience.”

  “Ooh, Daddy, I’ll be good,” she giggled, but did as she was told. He got onto his knees so his face was right between her legs. He sucked the inside of her thigh and she lurched, not expecting it.

  “Stay still, baby. You’re all mine now.” He went for her hot center, teasing at first and when she squirmed and lifted herself closer to his mouth, he swatted her thigh. “Still!”

  “Gah! But it feels so good, Daddy.” She whimpered as he went back to work, swirling, suckling, and flicking his tongue against her nub. He had to swat her a few more times but it only made her juices flow quicker against his tongue. His baby bunny loved dominance.

  She called out and pulsed against his tongue and he kept going slowly to extend her pleasure. He stood while she was still riding the waves of her orgasm and removed the vibrator from his pocket as well as the condom.

  “Keep those eyes closed, baby.” He smiled when she licked her lips and nodded her response. He sheathed his cock and positioned her legs, which had gone floppy from pleasure. “You ready for Daddy?”

  “Yes, please, Daddy! Hurry!”

  He swatted her hip and she yelped. “Don’t be so greedy, little girl.” And before she could respond his cock slid slowly into her. As he pulled out just as slow and then drove back in, she clamped her teeth over her lip and lifted her hips to meet him. Then he turned the vibrator on pulse and rubbed it gently against her clit as he continued his slow pumps.

  She exploded around his cock, calling not only to her maker but to him as well. He wasted no time allowing her to come down, but increased his tempo and toyed with her clit further. He would coax a third orgasm out of his little minx yet.

  After, when he snuggled her into a deep sleep, he went downstairs to get her some water and Tylenol in case she woke with a hangover. As he passed through the living room he found his brother on his couch.

  “What are you doing here?” he asked, glancing back toward the stairs. How much had he heard?

  “Just came to see if everything was okay.” He leered and his right brow flicked up. “But now that I know you took care of everything,” he stood and turned to the door, “I can head out.” Trevor’s brow furrowed.

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean, bro?”

  “Just glad to know you’re a real man, bro.” He left before Trevor could ask him anything else. He’d be changing the damn locks! His brother needed boundaries. Jesus!

  Chapter Three

  Trevor and Layla were inseparable that summer and when he’d finished boot camp and was deployed to Afghanistan on a peacekeeping mission shortly after, she was there to see him off.

  It was hot, but where he was going it would be hotter, and instead of diesel exhaust choking him and airbrakes assaulting his ears, it would be sand, explosions, and gunfire in the distance. She looked like a breath of fresh air in her jean skirt and baby blue tee—maybe the last he’d have for a long time.

  “Keep the peace, but give me my peace of mind. Get home safe, soldier.” She looked at her feet, her white tennis shoes still unmarred by use, and then looked up. Her blue eyes grabbed his like magnets and she chewed her lip. “I…” He didn’t let her finish.

  “I love you, baby bunny,” he said, using the nickname he’d given her shortly after they started seeing each other, when he popped by her place unexpectedly and caught her wearing drop-seat bunny pajamas and pigtails. He’d never forget the embarrassment that flooded her cheeks or the way he’d given her a playful spanking when she’d tossed her popcorn at him.

  “Aw, you cheated! I was going to say I love you first. You always say it first!”

  He grabbed her then, lifting her high, spinning her and then letting her slide down his hard chest before he pulled her head close so he could capture her mouth with his. Of course she tasted like watermelon bubble gum and he smiled against her lips.

  “I’ll think of you every time I smell watermelon.” He chuckled and she reached into her purse. When her hand came out, his bus pulled up and the hiss of brakes made his heart sink. He’d miss his little baby bunny.

  “Here.” She had several packs of her favorite gum, a keychain with her picture in it, and something white and lacy wrapped up in a pink ribbon.

  “What’s that?” he asked, pointing at the lace. She shoved it all in his hands and kissed his cheek.

  “Look at it when you’re there, alone and thinking about me.” She winked, showing a little bit of her saucy side.

  “Baby bunny, you’re in trouble if this is what I think it is.”

  “Yes, those are the panties I wore last night when you got me all hot and bothered, soldier.” His jaw slackened and he swallowed hard as he remembered sliding the white lace panties off of her. The cotton patch in the middle had been soaked with her juices and fragrant with her arousal. He’d devoured her pussy after tossing the panties aside in favor of the real thing.

  “Layla Marie Lindon, you are one naughty little brat.”

  “Well, soldier, who’ll spank me straight now that you’re leaving?” She giggled and walked away, her hips swaying suggestively. He ran a hand over his shaved head and smirked. His cock was as hard as a rock and no amount of camouflage could hide it. He bent to shove her gifts in his bag and hefted it up to cover his front as he got on the bus. He’d miss her so damn much.

  * * *

  When he returned from Afghanistan for a short leave, Layla had no longer been the sweet innocent girl he’d left, then again he wasn’t the same man either, but her changes showed on the outside.

  Her hair was bleached blonde, her skirts shorter, her tops lower, and her face caked with makeup. But she was still beautiful, just not so much his baby bunny. Still, she met him at the b
us station, but instead of jumping into his arms, giggling like his baby bunny would, she grabbed his shirt and yanked him to her, kissing him hard.

  He’d seen too much while he was away and just being near her, changes or not, took his mind off of the violence and bloodshed. Peacekeeping, my ass.

  “Come on, soldier, I need that tight ass in my bed.”

  “Gunner,” he said, although he didn’t know why he focused on that instead of the ‘ass in her bed’ thing. He had never like forward women and it didn’t suit her. “They call me Gunner.” She smiled, and for a moment he saw the baby bunny he’d left behind.

  “I like it. Why do they call you that?”

  “I maintain and fix the guns.”

  She nodded.

  “I got the place I told you I was applying for. It’s just a trailer, but it’s pretty decent.” She took his hand and placed it around her shoulders. “You can sleep over tonight, Gunner. But never mind the guns, I need some maintenance.”

  He wanted to, if only to drown himself in her, but he’d been having nightmares for months. Violent nightmares that left him clench-fisted and coated in sweat, often shaking his pillow with the intent to kill. She couldn’t see him like that. Besides, once he knocked a buddy out cold when he’d tried to wake him up. No way would he risk hurting Layla.

  Something had happened to them both. He didn’t even stop her from stripping naked and pulling him into her bed. Her body, so warm and soft, was a comfort he needed to bury himself in, but after, as she lay curled against his rigid body, shivering, they both knew it was wrong. It hadn’t been what it was supposed to be. It hadn’t been like this before.

  When his leave ended and he went back, she didn’t see him off. There were no ribbon-wrapped panties or bubble gum. There was nothing but bus exhaust and regret.

  It was only a few months later when he had to return. His brother, Greg, by then a full patched member of The Iron Code motorcycle club, had been killed by a drunk. By the time Trevor had gotten his brother’s affairs in order, his time was up in the military and he was discharged.