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

by Madison Faye

“I have a knife.”

  He looked her up and down. “And you thought he wouldn’t notice it strapped to you when he had you naked?” She would have failed before she had an opportunity to try.

  She snapped her mouth closed, like she only just realized she’d told Jansen’s nephew her plans to kill his uncle.

  Hunter smirked.

  “There’s a few problems with your plan. First, you don’t really have one.” He folded his arms over his chest and frowned down at her. “My uncle stopped visiting the Annex on a regular basis when Ashland took over. When Samuel died, Ash didn’t keep things the way his father had them. My uncle was used to the way it was and doesn’t like the new rules Ash put in place. So, you’d be spending a long time in the Annex’s employ before seeing him.”

  Color started to drain from her cheeks.

  “Second. You’d be dead before your hand touched your blade.” The image flashed across his mind. Her throat being slit while she fumbled for a weapon. His brows furrowed and his hands fisted across his chest.

  “And I just told you everything like a fucking idiot.” Her shoulders sagged, tears that had been perched on her lids fell.

  “You aren’t a killer,” he said. Not with accusation or insult, but with admiration. She still looked at the world and believed there could be justice. He’d lost that power long ago.

  “I’m a fumbling fucking fool,” she whispered, flicking away a tear with her fingers.

  “Don’t curse,” he said on autopilot. How had he not already told her that?

  She laughed. “I just confessed to wanting to kill your uncle and you’re worried about my language?”

  He dropped his hands. “I’m sorry about your parents,” he said softly. “My uncle and I don’t agree on many things, like how to do business. I don’t remember the warehouse fire, I was still working for my father at the time, but it sounds like my uncle.” He thought of the scar on her back, and a heated current ran up his spine.

  She lifted her gaze to his. “You’re sorry?”

  “If I could do something to make it easier, to change it, I would. But I can’t. And killing my uncle won’t bring them back to you or take away your pain.” He touched her shoulders, bringing her to his chest and cradling her.

  The tension that had been wound so tightly just moments before seemed to melt away in his arms.

  “He shouldn’t be able to get away with it,” she said into his chest.

  “There are a lot of things in this world that shouldn’t be allowed, but they are.”

  “I can’t let him get away with it,” she vowed.

  He pulled her away from him and glared down at her. “Promise me you’ll stop trying to find him. If you don’t, if he thinks you’re a problem, he’ll make the problem go away. Do you get me?”

  Her eyes hardened. “And would you do the honors? Would you take care of the problem for him?” she accused.

  He took a long breath in. She was hurting, and scared.

  “I don’t do that sort of work for him,” Hunter responded. At least he hadn’t in a long time.

  She turned away. “If you’re going to punish me, do it; otherwise, I’d like to go upstairs.”

  He heard the steel in her voice; she’d closed him off. Reasoning with her now would be useless.

  “You answered me honestly, so there won’t be any punishment. Go upstairs for a nap. I’ll be up for you later.” He patted her bottom.

  She nodded and started to grab for her clothes, but he kicked them away.

  “You don’t need those. You won’t be dressed again until I give permission.”

  “Fine.” She yanked free of him and stomped off to the door.

  “Try again, Jae,” he ordered.

  She paused at the door, her hand on the handle. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Up to bed.” He smiled at her stiffened back as she threw open the door and stomped down the hall.

  He hadn’t gained her promise to stop her fatal plan, but before she went back to the Annex he would.

  She would forget her taste for vengeance.

  Chapter Five

  Jae sat on the edge of Hunter’s bed. Who needed a bed that could fit four people? Maybe he slept with a harem of women at one time.

  The morning sun shone through the drapes, but she hadn’t bothered to pull them open. She still had no clothes. Hunter hadn’t allowed her out of the bedroom the night before. After her confession, he’d brought up a tray of food and sat with her while she ate, then he put her to bed.

  She’d rested more since he brought her home than she had in weeks. But she wanted out of the room, she wanted to walk freely through the house.

  She wanted underwear.

  After telling him her desire to kill his uncle, she expected him to be angry with her. Punish her for snooping in his office.

  Instead he’d spend the night feeding her and gently probing her about her parents and what she’d been up to over the past five years.

  Maybe if she’d spent less time grieving, she would have known about Jansen’s change in clubs. Maybe she could have planned better. Or at all.

  Her mother had always told her heart moved her more than her mind. Turned out she was right. It was her sorrow that drove her, not anything close to logic.

  But now she had to think, because if Hunter told his uncle she would be in danger. Real danger. Not just fearful of getting contracted to some asshole at the Annex, but life or death kind of trouble.

  Hunter strode through the door in a pair of black slacks and a deep blue button-down shirt. Every time his body moved toward her she felt as though she were his prey.

  “You didn’t eat much breakfast,” he said, passing the cart where she’d left most of the scrambled eggs and toast untouched. It was hard to eat when thinking about how much you fucked up your life in one conversation.

  “Not really hungry this morning.” She sat back on the bed, pushing herself against the pillows and pulling the sheet up her chest.

  “Hmmm,” he said, moving to the armchair across the room. “You didn’t sleep much either,” he mused.

  “Strange bed. Strange man.” She tried to joke.

  “Come here,” he said once seated and patted his knee.

  “I didn’t do anything wrong,” she argued.

  His eyes narrowed. “You’re doing something wrong right now. When I tell you to come here, you come.” He pointed to his knee again.

  She swallowed. That was pretty much the deal.

  Sliding from the bed, she left the protective layer of the sheet behind and walked over to him. His eyes never left her body. Just feeling him looking at her made her feel powerful. The intimidation she’d sensed the first time they’d met had softened. Maybe because he hadn’t threatened her life with her confession. Maybe because when he looked at her now, his gaze held a hunger she’d never seen in a man’s eye before.

  Once she was a step away from him, he parted his legs further. “Straddle my leg,” he ordered.

  Unsure of herself, but not wanting to change his light mood, she obeyed. Her clit woke to full attention as the fabric of his pants brushed it. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, though his broad thigh could hold her well enough.

  “You’re too tense,” he said, lightly brushing the back of his hand down her breast and over her nipple.

  “Tense for what?” she asked, trying to focus her attention on his lips where the words were coming from. Not where his fingers were making her nipples perk up, or where his leg was making her pussy warm and wet.

  “I want you relaxed,” he answered, tweaking her nipple. “I want you to see my knee can be just as pleasurable as punishable.”

  “Uh, okay.” She cleared her throat. He was too warm, smelled too manly, felt too powerful.

  “Ride my knee, Jae. Rub your pussy against me until you come.”

  “What? I can’t do that.” She started to get up, but he gripped her nipples, making the prospect of moving away painful.

>   “Do it. I’m in charge, remember?” His eyes darkened.

  She eased back onto his leg and began to slowly move her hips to create light friction. Maybe if she went along with it for just a moment, he’d let her up. She couldn’t masturbate on his leg. She’d made a big enough of a fool of herself in the dining room doing that for him.

  “That’s my girl,” he said in a husky voice, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Harder, baby, harder,” he urged.

  Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, and she found herself obeying him. Rolling her hips, she rubbed harder into his leg. He placed soft kisses to her neck.

  “Such a good girl for Daddy,” he whispered into her ear. “Come for me, baby. Ride my knee until you scream for me.” He moved his hands from her breasts and gripped her ass.

  Spreading her cheeks wide, he held onto her and helped her ride him, pushing her into his leg while lifting his knee enough to create a better angle.

  She moaned. How could she not, her body ached for more.

  “Are you going to be my good girl?” he asked, running his hot tongue up her throat.

  She nodded.

  “Say it, Jae, say you’ll be my good girl.”

  “I’ll be your good girl, Daddy,” she repeated, letting the words work their way through her body down to her core. She was his good girl. She’d told him the truth. She’d confessed, and now he was playing her body toward an explosion of pleasure.

  “Come hard, baby, hard and scream for me.” The pad of his middle finger pushed against her tight pucker. She groaned louder, arching her back and riding his knee harder.

  Breath escaped her, her heart drummed in her ears. Her entire reality became his knee and his words. And his tongue. His tongue dragged along her throat, his teeth nipped at her chin.

  “My good girl.”

  “Your good girl, Daddy. Your good girl,” she began to chant. Over and over again, while she ground her hips into him, chasing the release he promised.

  He bit down on her neck, giving her just the edge her body craved and sending her over into the blissful explosion. She screamed out for him, unsure if she wanted help or wanted more.

  “Good girl, good girl,” he whispered, running his hands up and down her back while her orgasm slowly ebbed and let her come back down to earth with him. The post-orgasm haze lifted and she realized he was still stroking her. He didn’t flinch at her scar, didn’t skip over it the way other men had. He ran his hand over it, like it was a normal part of her body.

  At the Annex she’d been able to keep her shirt on with the few clients she’d had. Only agreeing to impact play from the waist down, she hadn’t had to show anyone the ugly marks of the fire. But she knew eventually someone would see.

  Just one more thing for Hunter to use against her when he returned her to the Annex.

  She shifted her weight. There it was. The hard steel of his erection pressing against her thigh.

  Her mouth watered at the thought, the temptation of tasting it.

  He didn’t stop her from getting off his lap, but instead watched with wide eyes as she slipped to her knees in front of him.

  “Jae—” He stopped talking when her hands went to his belt.

  “Daddy, may I?” she asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes. She’d like to tell herself she was playing a game. That she was trying to appease the man who could end her life with a single phone call. But it would be a lie.

  Because she didn’t believe he would do that. There was a way he spoke of his uncle, a dark sadness in his tone when he spoke of him, that made her believe he didn’t like the way Jansen did things. He wouldn’t turn her over to him, and he wouldn’t put her in danger by telling him or Peter or Ash what her real plans were.

  But none of that had anything to do with her asking her question. In the short time she’d been with him, he’d teased her. He’d listened to her too, he’d talked with her.

  “Please?” she said when he continued to stare down at her.

  He brushed away her hands and unbuckled his belt on his own, pulling it free of the loops.

  “If you’ll take a spanking for me, you can suck my cock after.” He folded the belt in two.

  She nodded and scrambled toward the bed. He laughed.

  “A bit eager for a girl who’s only felt my displeasure on her ass.”

  “I—” She stopped. What was she doing?

  “Over the bed, baby girl,” he ordered and moved to her side with three steps. Once beside her, he pressed her naked back down until her chest flattened against the messed-up blankets of the bed. “Spread your legs for me, there you go… good.”

  As the first lash of the belt struck, she rose up to her toes. The second and third lashes spread like a forest fire through her body, and electricity ran through her after the fifth. Arching her back, she mewled as he continued.

  “I think my little girl likes a little pain,” he mused, striking her harder. She yelped, but then groaned. A warm sensation ran through her.

  “Your ass was made for a belting,” he said, running his hands over her warmed cheeks. The punishment spanking hadn’t been as hard, but it had been cold. This was warm, intimate.

  “Please, Daddy.” She brought her ass up higher. Wanting another strike, a touch, a kiss, something to help ease the ache between her legs.

  His fingers ran through the slickness of her pussy lips, touching her clit and driving her toward that same edge again.

  “I want to bury my cock in you,” he said, but it sounded soft, like she wasn’t supposed to hear it.

  But she had.

  “I want it too.” She looked over her shoulder. “Please, Daddy?” She’d never felt such a void before. She wanted. Not just his cock, but his ownership, his dominance. She wanted all of him to the point of pain.

  He didn’t say anything for too long of a time, then wiped his hand across his mouth.

  “If I fuck you, Jae, I don’t think I can give you back,” he said with grated emotion. Had this really been the man who’d glared at her with such precision only days before?

  Going back to the Annex would mean being a plaything for anyone who had enough money and enough power. She’d never get to Jansen if what Hunter said was true.

  She stood up from her position and pressed her palms to his chest.

  “You might change your mind before the end of the weekend,” she whispered, hoping it wasn’t true.

  He slid both hands into her hair, fisting and pulling her head back until his mouth hovered directly over hers. “If I taste you, really have a bite of you, I won’t ever give you back. I can’t explain it, and I don’t have to, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

  Her pussy clenched at the endearment, at his possessive grip, his warm stare bearing into her heart.

  “That’s right, Daddy.” She licked her lips, losing herself in his dominance.

  “Get on the bed.” He smacked her bottom and gave her a push.

  She climbed the mattress, moving back until there was room for him to join her. With a quickened heartbeat, she watched him unbutton and remove his shirt. Hard muscles rippled beneath the material as he dropped the shirt to the floor. Her eyes flickered to the hard line of his cock pressing against his pants as he unbuttoned and unzipped the barrier. His cock bobbed free when he dropped the pants and kicked them away.

  “No boxers?” she asked with some cheek.

  “Not today.” He climbed on the bed, giving her a predatory wink.

  She sat up, reaching for his erection but was stopped by his hand wrapping around her wrist. “Please?”

  “I want your mouth,” he ordered, pulling on her wrist until she was on all fours before him. “Open wide, baby girl.” He fisted his dick and brought it to her mouth, running the smooth head over her lips until she opened like a good girl for him. His good girl.

  He thrust into her, giving her no time to accept his thickness before he hit the back of her throat. She gagged, but he didn’t relent, and he pushed her
head until she was back on him.

  “Fuck, yes,” he groaned and thrust forward again. She swallowed, taking him more easily now, letting her tongue lash the underside of his cock.

  He moaned again, thrusting harder. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth, but he wouldn’t stop fucking her face. It began to run down her chin, but she ignored it. His smooth, hard cock ran over her tongue, down her throat, sating a part of her she’d been ignoring for far too long.

  “Such a good girl.” He yanked her head back by her hair, resting the swollen head of his cock on her lips. “You’ve made a mess.” He pulled back, making all the saliva that had collected string between her mouth and his dick. “Clean it up,” he ordered.

  With no delay, she began to slurp and lick until his cock was clean.

  “On your back.” He gave her shoulders a little push.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she answered and scrambled to get into position.

  His hands pried her knees apart and he settled between them. Leaning over her body, he took her lips beneath his, crushing the air from her lungs. She didn’t need it, she had him.

  Readjusting her feet, she spread herself wider, feeling his cock at her entrance. Arching her hips upward to take him inside her, she made him chuckle.

  “Who controls this?” he asked, breaking their kiss.

  “You do.” She pouted.

  “Who says when you get cock and when you don’t?”

  “You,” she whined, wiggling her hips beneath him.

  “And who will spank you like a naughty little girl when you misbehave?” The question had a weight to it, like it meant more than who got to fuck her.

  “You will, Daddy.” She looked into his eyes, feeling the connection she’d promised herself she wouldn’t make with him. He was just a contract. Right?

  “Who do you obey?”

  “You.” She stretched her neck and kissed his lips. “I obey you.”

  “Damn right.” He reared his hips back and drove into her with one fluid motion. She cried out from the forced invasion. Her pussy stretched around him, gripping him and adjusting to his size.

  “Hard,” she begged. “Please, Daddy, hard.” She planted her feet on the mattress.