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

by Madison Faye

  “What did he say?” she asked, unable to bear not knowing another second.

  He turned to face her, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “We’re in luck. Several of his senior accountants were still in the office for a late meeting. He’ll call me back when they’ve run the numbers.” He glanced at the clock. “He feels confident, barring any other errors with your projections, they have time to get this corrected.”

  The air she’d held trapped in her lungs while waiting, came out in a rush. “We need to call Grayson and have him meet us there. You’ll both need to sign again.”

  “We can do that electronically, but we must wait for word the new documents are ready.”

  “I’m not sure where Gray went—”

  “I sent him a text. He hasn’t replied yet.”

  “Did you tell him what happened?”

  He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he walked around his desk and perched on the edge, his steely blue gazed aimed down at her. “Just what you told me to begin with, there’s an issue with the proposal. I added that our girl was in big trouble, hoping to get his ass here more quickly.”

  “Daniel,” she began, “I’m so—”

  “Do not apologize again. It sounds hollow after you defied direct orders from Grayson and me. You recall the conversation we had about a second set of eyes on the numbers, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “This could have been avoided if you’d done what we asked. Any reasonable professional would have done the same. It was not a condemnation of your competence, but a means to assure accuracy, so we don’t lose everything we’ve worked for over a fucking math error.”

  His voice rose steadily and by the time he reached the F-bomb he was shouting, something she’d never heard Daniel do.

  The tears, which she’d somehow kept at bay until now, overflowed and tracked hotly down her cheeks. “I don’t know what else to do to make this right other than to apologize and offer my resignation.”

  “Later, after this crisis has passed, when we’re calm and clear-minded, the three of us will discuss your future with the company.” With tears flooding her eyes, she heard, more than saw him move behind his desk. The unmistakable scraping sound of a drawer opening came next. “In the meantime, I can see to your punishment. Gray will want to administer some of his own, but I need to burn off some of this tension, now.” She jumped when he slammed the drawer shut. “Come here and get into position over the desk.”

  While brushing away her tears so she could see, she tried to reason with him. “I deserve every lick I have coming; I know that, but you’re angry.” When a muscle jumped in his clenched jaw, she amended her statement. “More like furious, which is understandable.” She swallowed before pressing on. “Maybe this should wait until we’re both calm and clear-minded?”

  “After nearly a year together, you don’t think I’d actually harm you, do you?”

  “No, sir,” was her immediate reply.

  “And I never will. That doesn’t preclude a sound spanking when the situation warrants as we agreed from the outset. If ever a situation called for a bright red bottom, this is it.” When she didn’t move, Daniel rapped his knuckles against the desktop sharply. “Chest down, hands by your shoulders, palms flat. Don’t make things worse for yourself with more defiance.”

  “I didn’t intend more defiance—”

  “Yet you’re stalling. Considering my mood, does that seem wise?”

  She shook her head. On wobbly knees, she stood and took a step forward until she faced him across his massive double pedestal desk. Under his unwavering scrutiny, she inched her skirt up to her waist; it hadn’t been part of his orders, but it was a requirement she’d learned months ago.

  Leaning forward, she placed her hands on the wide desktop and lowered herself until her breasts rested against the papers spread across the surface, the ones she’d royally f’d up.

  His footsteps thudded on the hardwood floor as he walked around behind her. Stopping close enough for his jeans to brush her stocking-covered thigh, his hand slid slowly up the back of her leg and trailed over the wide band of lace that held them up. His fingers moved higher, tracing lightly along the edge of her thong where it disappeared between her cheeks.

  Even though stockings, a lace thong, and high heels were hardly appropriate office attire, Erica loved wearing feminine things in this very masculine environment. That none of the construction workers or customers had a clue what she had on under her conservative business wear made her feel naughty. It was a secret only the three of them knew. Each piece selected expressly to please her daddies who loved seeing her in her sexy undies almost as much as she loved showing it off to them.

  Daniel’s hum wasn’t the approving sound she usually heard when she lifted her skirt and presented her bottom; this seemed more like impatience. He palmed one globe, and the way he gave it a firm squeeze rather than an appreciative caress contained a distinct warning.

  Dear heavens. What else had she done?

  “Baby girl,” he murmured in his slow south Texas drawl. “Are you pushing my buttons on purpose?”

  She’d taken the position he demanded, a bit hesitantly, yes, but she’d wanted to explain. Not that she had any idea how to justify the mess she’d gotten them into. So, without further protest or argument, she submitted, ready to take her licks—from his hand, belt, or the four-inch-wide, quarter-inch-thick piece of polished oak trim they kept in the corner and used to paddle her butt at work when necessary.

  Whatever punishment he chose, she’d accept, then she’d sit on her blistered ass and pray the accountants could salvage the situation in the few hours remaining.

  A sharp tug on the waistband of her panties molded them against her pussy and wedged the material more firmly in the cleft between her cheeks. “I’m waiting for an answer, Erica.”

  Me too. Only she didn’t say that—with his hand on her butt she didn’t dare be so flippant. Instead, she racked her brain for what else she might have done to get his back up even more.

  On a guess, she moved her feet apart, but that hadn’t been part of his orders either.

  He grunted. “It appears I’ll have to help you out.”

  His palm slid over the exposed curves of her ass, rubbing and warming her skin, which was the usual precursor to a spanking. Because she loved when either of her daddies touched her there, whether to spank in play or for real, it got her juices flowing and set the little bud at the front of her sex to tingling.

  “We’re at work, it’s after quitting time, and we’re alone where no one can hear. You’re over my desk, your beautiful ass bared while awaiting punishment like the naughty girl you are. Considering all of this, and that I’m pissed as hell, I’ll ask you again—” He paused long enough to deliver two blistering smacks on each cheek, hard enough to ignite a fire on her backside, the sharp crack of his palm against her skin echoing off the walls and hardwood floor. “Are you trying to push my buttons, baby girl?”

  Realization burned as bright as the flames his spanks had ignited on her hind parts. At work and around others they were Grayson and Daniel to her. After hours, at the club they frequented, and at home, in private, they were Daddy. How could she have forgotten one of their cardinal rules?

  She sniffled unhappily. Could she do nothing right today?

  “I’m not trying to be difficult, Daddy. I promise. I’m upset over what I’ve done, and so very sorry, that I forgot.”

  He patted her again, affection rather than anger in his voice when he commented, “You’re having a worse day than I am, aren’t you, sweetheart’?”

  She nodded in answer, and might have said more, but his cell phone vibrated loudly against the desk near her ear, giving her a start.

  “Easy, now,” he murmured, running his hand up and down her back in a soothing caress. “That’s Gray, most likely telling me he’s on his way, which means your shitty day is about to get worse.”

  Twisting, she gazed at him ov
er her shoulder. “Can’t you punish me, for the both of you, before he gets here?”

  With a grunt halfway between laughter and disbelief, he shook his head. “I’ll make your bottom sting in a minute, there’s no doubt about it, but when has that ever gotten you out of punishment when you’ve earned one from Grayson Wright?”

  “Never,” she grumbled, letting her head drop on the desk.

  “Exactly. And for damn sure he isn’t going to start now, not when your disobedience left our asses hanging out to dry at the eleventh hour.”

  She’d be lucky to sit for a month after Daddy G got through with her, and he’d probably require her to wear a plug for a few days as a reminder. He’d done it before for a fifty-dollar parking fine, which was chump change compared to this. Erica wouldn’t ever forget trying to work with the monster-sized toy up her butt. Naturally, he hadn’t used a small one; instead, selecting one more commensurate with her crime.

  No human being, much less an elephant, could handle what would be commensurate with a seventy-three-million-dollar mistake, not unless it was made of solid platinum instead of silicone and studded on the end with the freaking Hope Diamond. Just the thought of something that big in her bottom made her squirm beneath her daddy’s hand.

  Although she’d known this would be her fate when she got involved with them, her ass hadn’t been in hot water at the time. Now, bared and already tingling from Daniel’s few swats, she was having doubts about her sanity, especially with her sterner, more inflexible, harder spanking daddy yet to arrive.

  “Hang onto the edges of the desk,” was her only warning, before something hard connected with her upward pointed backside. A solid thwack resonated through the room followed by his low rumbling count of one.

  A second stroke followed before the sting of the first faded. Then another landed, and another, with him counting each one in a steady, determined voice.

  By the fifth, her butt was on fire.

  On the tenth, she let out a wail. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll never disobey you again!”

  She jumped when his twenty-four-inch wooden drafting ruler clattered on the desk.

  “Don’t promise something you don’t have a prayer of delivering.” He followed this up with a smack of his hand, but once it alighted, it lingered, rubbing her burning skin. “You’re bright and inquisitive, baby. Gray and I love that about you, but you’re also stubborn as the day is long, and impulsive, acting before you think things through, which has prompted most of your punishments over this past year. It’s why you need two daddies to look out for you, and to reel you back in when your impetuous streak takes hold. That’s what happened this time, isn’t it?”

  “I wanted to prove I could do it on my own, from start to finish, but all I proved is that I’m an idiot.”

  The rubbing stopped, and two hard swats landed on each cheek as a reward for her disparaging remark. Daniel hated when she did that. But after the blows fell, she found herself upright and perched on his lap, her butt burning more when it met his jean-covered thigh.

  His hand caught her chin. “You are not an idiot, and I don’t want to hear that come out of your mouth ever again. Got it?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “We work with lumber and expensive materials on our job sites. What’s our rule to keep costs down?”

  Gazing up at him through a tumble of curls, she shook her head, unsure where he was going with his random question.

  He grunted, used both hands to brush back her hair, then caught her face between his hands.

  “Measure twice, cut once. It’s the same with a business contract. Someone should always check it behind you, especially calculations. Didn’t you learn that at your prestigious school?”

  “Yes, but you shouldn’t need a team of accountants to check my work. I’ve got a freaking MBA. Mona was a bookkeeper with only a two-year accounting degree. She didn’t need her math checked.”

  “Who said she didn’t?”

  Erica blinked up at him. “She did.”

  “Mona lied, probably because she felt intimidated by your advanced degree. We have always insisted on a second review, long before you came along. As we told you, it was no commentary on your expertise, but sound business sense.”

  Her shoulders slumped, and she turned her face into his chest, bawling like a two-year-old. The strong arms holding her close brought her no comfort. No matter what he said, she was a seventy-three-million-dollar idiot!

  With tears blinding her, she choked out between sobs, “I’ll type up… my resignation… and have it on your desk first thing… to-to-morrow!”

  “Baby, calm down—”

  “No… Daddy!” she wailed between hitching breaths. “You need someone co-competent running this place—” Gulping hard, with hot tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking into his shirt, she barely had enough air to finish her tearful stuttering rant. “Not a g-gullible, im-impulsive, stub… born… fool.”

  “You’re not a fool,” he growled.

  “I am,” she insisted. “I’ll bankrupt you and Grayson in six months. If… I… haven’t done sooo… already!”

  She surrendered to the deep sobs racking her insides as she collapsed against his chest once again. Mired as she was in her misery, she didn’t acknowledge the door flying open and crashing against the wall behind them with a bang. Daniel, who was having no success calming her down, muttered, “It’s about time.”

  “What the hell is going on in here?” Grayson demanded in a shout. “I can hear her caterwauling clear out in the parking lot!”

  Even through her tears, she could see him in the doorway—two hundred fifty pounds of irate Texan. Knowing he’d soon learn of her failure and be as disappointed as Daniel, hurt more than one hundred whacks from a ruler ever could.

  While Daniel rocked her back and forth, he filled Grayson in on what had occurred. Hearing her screw-up repeated aloud made her feel worse.

  Suddenly, she found herself plucked out of one set of strong arms and enfolded by another.

  “Stop crying, Erica,” Grayson ordered sternly. “I can’t hear what Daniel’s saying over all your blubbering.” Though he asked the impossible, and not very sweetly, his held her as tight as Daddy D had, and his cuddles were just as comforting while he carried her to the couch and took a seat. His hand curved around the back of her head and pressed her face into the side of his neck as he murmured, “Hush now, and breathe deep before you hyperventilate.”

  As they talked, the hum of their rumbling voices faded into the background while she tried to do as she was told, focusing hard on slowing her breathing.

  “Can this be fixed in time?” Grayson asked when Daniel finally finished explaining.

  “We’ll have to wait to find out. Murray has four accountants crunching the numbers now.”

  Shifted upright, though she didn’t want to, the hand beneath her chin gave her no choice except to look up into Daddy G’s uncompromising expression. “What happened? You told us you took care of this last week.”

  “I thought I’d gone over everything thoroughly.” She bit her lip. It made no sense, but the numbers didn’t lie. More tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t know how this happened.”

  “Don’t start up again. You can reserve your tears for later when I paddle your ass.”

  “Daddy D already did.”

  He flipped her onto her stomach, his hand smoothing over her cheeks. “You’re barely pink and hardly warm,” he scoffed. “How many licks did you give her?”

  “Ten,” Daniel replied as he sat down beside them. “But I wasn’t done, not by a long shot.”

  As she stared back at them, feeling the weight of their condemnation, she felt helpless and desperately wanted to make right her wrong. “Maybe I should see if I can help the accountants. I know all the details practically by heart.”

  “I think you’ve done enough, don’t you?” Daniel asked, which surprised her.

  He got angry, but it usually
flared up and quickly dissipated. Gray was the one who extended lectures, ordered additional swats, or curtailed privileges, and when he really wanted to make her suffer, denied orgasms.

  Once, he hadn’t let her come for a week. He’d had a hard time getting Daniel to go along with him especially when she woke plastered against him the first morning, her leg draped over his thighs and wedged up against his erection.

  Grayson, the old meanie, had educated him that his no-climax decree applied only to her. She’d pleased them plenty with her mouth during that long week.

  “Something isn’t right here.”

  Daniel’s head whipped toward his partner at the same time she blinked. Had she heard right?

  “She didn’t follow orders and her mistake could bankrupt us. That’s what’s not right here.”

  “Erica can get distracted, but she’s not careless, especially with our livelihood on the line.”

  “I wouldn’t ever put either of you at risk, I swear.” She wiped the wetness from her cheeks in frustration. “I’ve racked my brain to come up with an explanation. At first, I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me, then the computer. I could have simply displaced the decimal point, but both you and Daddy D signed the original. I don’t think there’s any way all three of us could have missed such a huge error.” She waved her hand toward the desk. “Whatever happened, the hard copies match what is on the server, but I swear on my life, it’s not what I uploaded on Friday.”

  “I believe you, darlin’.”

  She sat up straight and gaped at him in surprise. “You do?”

  Beside her she heard Daniel mutter, “I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Have her tears gotten to you? Have you gone soft, man?”

  “No, but I can’t believe she would do this, even unintentionally.”

  “But I must have, Daddy,” she said with renewed sniffles. “How else could it have happened?”

  “Good question,” Daniel snapped irritably.

  “Let’s go over the past few days.” Grayson suggested. He shifted her so she sat perched on his thighs where she could see both him and Daniel. She wiped her cheeks, knowing she must look a mess. Her hair, which she’d worn loose today, was in her face, the strands plastered to her cheeks, and her nose was running.