by Madison Faye
“You let her off the hook?” she asked.
“Hardly,” Grayson replied while shaking his head. “Jarret was pissed. I assured him no harm, no foul. She was sorry for what she did, and at least tried to fix it before it went through. She’s a good girl, deep down. You know that.”
“I do, Daddy. I was hoping you’d remember.”
“She didn’t need us piling on. And her father won’t let her off easy. He was blistering her ears as they drove out of the lot.”
“Her ears aren’t what need blistering,” Daniel remarked.
“Knowing Jarret, he’ll take care of that too,” said Grayson.
“I hope he busts her ass good, so she can’t sit for a week,” she declared heatedly.
They both looked at her in surprise.
“What? I know better than anyone the value of a red bottom when someone needs it.”
“Says the girl who got her ass busted for something she didn’t do,” Daniel murmured while pulling her into his arms.
“Daddy, don’t. I thought I was guilty too. Besides, do I look any worse for wear? Or unhappy? Or angry?”
“Let it go, bud,” Grayson advised, as he took a seat at Erica’s desk.
“Maybe in a decade,” he muttered. “By then the pain of my remorse may have faded.”
“You’ve done worse during play sessions, Daddy,” Erica informed him, trying to make him feel better.
“I have?” Daniel asked, sounding skeptical.
“Uh, yeah. Remember when I gave your lucky golf shirt to charity? You said you couldn’t very well punish me for being generous, but you introduced me to clover clamps on my nipples that same night. And you had a definite look of payback about you.”
He frowned at the memory. “My golf game sucked for months after that, so well deserved.”
“Where was I during this?” Gray asked as he leaned back in her desk chair.
“Out of town, on business.”
“And I have the bad rap of being the sterner daddy.” He stood up and gestured at the computer screen. “There’s the new contract from Murray. Sign the sucker so we can put this to bed.”
Daniel took his place and used the stylus to add his signature next to Gray’s.
“My turn,” Erica stated as she pushed him out of her seat. She glanced at the final dollar amount, which was the same as her original calculation down to the penny. With a few clicks of the mouse, she sent a copy to the printer.
When she was still typing away several minutes later, Grayson cleared his throat. Focused on her task, she didn’t look up.
“Baby, what are you doing?” Daniel asked when another minute passed. “It can’t possibly take that long to send the file in an email back to Murray.”
“No, but converting the Excel format you signed into an uneditable pdf document does. And, I protected it with a password before I sent it back to him in an encrypted email.”
“I guess after this you can’t be too careful.”
“Not where my daddies are concerned,” she muttered. After a few more keystrokes and a couple of clicks of her mouse, Erica hit send. Then, she collapsed back in her chair and heaved a huge sigh. “Thank heavens that crisis is over.”
Grayson leaned forward, caught her wrist, and with a single tug pulled her out of her chair. He swung her up in his arms and in a blink was striding down the hall, to his office this time. When her other daddy followed a few seconds later, they were cuddling on his couch, one as big and comfy as Daniel’s.
She wiggled and snuggled deeper in his lap. “You come off all growly and stern sometimes, but inside you’re just a great big, soft and cuddly teddy bear.”
He grunted. “Wait ‘til the next time you mess up or do something naughty—and I have no doubt there will be a next time—then, while you stand with your nose in the corner and your rosy backside on display, you can remind me how much of a teddy bear I am.”
“Come here, Erica,” Daniel ordered even as he snatched her right out of Gray’s arms. He took the other chair and settled her over his thighs, straddling them while facing him—one of his favorite positions because it left his hands free to roam. “Let him be a grizzly bear. I’ll be the soft, snuggly daddy who gives you warm kisses and full body hugs. I’m also the one who loves you very much. Am I forgiven?”
“Mona fooled us both, so there’s nothing to forgive,” she reassured him while wrapping her arms around his neck. “I love you—so much, both of you. And I like the sound of all the warm kisses and hugs, but don’t go too soft on me, Daddy. You know I’ve got a bad girl inside who likes the kinky rough stuff, too.”
Beside them, Grayson snickered. “Told you there’d be a next time. I didn’t expect it to come in 2.2 seconds, however.”
Daddy D flipped her over, so she lay face down across his thighs, his hard cock digging into her belly. “My turn to go daddy dom on this luscious ass. You can have her mouth.”
“Deal.” With her face conveniently in his lap already, Daddy G wasted no time unzipping.
“Hey!” she cried in protest, though it was only half-hearted. In no way was it difficult being the creamy center between these two dominant men.
When she opened her mouth to say more, Gray slid his hard cock past her lips and over her tongue. “Hush, baby, it’s not polite to talk with your mouth full.”
About the same time, Daniel plunged two fingers into her slick pussy, and while he slowly finger fucked her with one hand, he swatted her still warm butt cheeks with the other.
While she sucked, she couldn’t contain her smile.
All was right with her world and her daddies, and she didn’t have to worry about resignations, potential lawsuits, or bankruptcy anymore. She was back to the same sometimes sweet, sometimes sassy, always loving baby girl they both wanted and cared for so well before this whole mess started.
The End
About Maddie Taylor
A USA Today and #1 International Bestselling Author, Maddie is a lifelong reader who picked up her first alpha-male romance as a teen and was hooked. From then on, she gobbled up everything she could get her hands on. Whether contemporary, historical, paranormal, or sci-fi, if there was romance to be found between a strong alpha male, and an adventurous, ofttimes defiant yet loving woman, Maddie was all over it. As an author, she stays true to those themes writing steamy erotic romance, with a side of kink, and adding elements of intrigue, danger, and suspense to her plots.
Keep Up with Maddie Taylor Online!
Visit Maddie’s Author Page on Facebook
Join Maddie’s Book Club on Facebook
Follow Maddie on Twitter
Visit Maddie’s Website
Follow Maddie on BookBub
Subscribe to Maddie’s Newsletter for a Free Book http://ow.ly/vXFw30lNAp9
author news, cover reveals, specials, sneak previews, and monthly giveaways.
Daddy’s Naughty Girl by Meredith O’Reilly
Chapter One
Stupid, I was so stupid.
I couldn’t believe what I had done.
Taking a sip from my steaming cup of hot chocolate, I tried to calm my nerves. Michael was going to leave me now, that was a given. Why would he want to stay with me after what I said earlier?
Glancing out the window, I spotted a family of skunks waddling across the yard. They stopped right below our bird feeder and started to munch on something, most likely seed that had fallen onto the ground. Unlike human babies, it was perfectly normal for these animals to be taking their young ones on a two a.m. food run.
I must have been more enthralled with the things that were happening outside than I thought because I didn’t hear my husband approach me at the kitchen table, as out of nowhere, his deep voice shattered the silence. “Kate? Everything all right?
I jumped, splashing hot liquid all over my hands. “Shit,” I hissed, pain searing into my skin.
In an instant, he was by my side and guiding me to the sink. He took only a second to adjust the water
then held my hand under the faucet.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, honey.”
“I didn’t hear you come down.”
“You seemed a million miles away.” He pulled my hand out of the stream of water. “How does it feel?”
“Better,” I muttered.
Unconvinced, he grunted, and he was right. It still hurt pretty bad.
With his arm around my waist, he led me back to my chair at the table. Once I sat, he commanded, “Don’t move.” He pulled a clean kitchen towel from a drawer, wet it, and then went to the freezer for some ice. When he brought it back to me, he ordered, “Keep it on there while I clean up.”
Not wanting to upset him more than I already had, I didn’t budge from my spot. Instead, I watched as he took my cup and tossed the remaining contents into the sink, before placing the mug in the dishwasher. Afterward, he grabbed my place setting and threw it into our laundry room. I’d clean it tomorrow.
He came back over and took the seat across from me. “Let me see.”
My hands were much smaller compared to his big ones. In fact, they were a perfect representation of us. I was small, standing only at five foot four inches with fiery red hair and sapphire-colored eyes to match. Thanks to my yoga classes three times a week I was fairly flexible, but not all that strong. Whereas my husband, the sexy as fuck Mr. Michael Welch was six foot two inches with black hair and mocha-colored eyes. Due to his weekly kickboxing classes, he was very fit and muscular.
“The burns don’t look bad. You’ll probably be tender for a day or two, but nothing Tylenol and aloe can’t fix.”
I was happy I hadn’t hurt myself too badly. Even when I hadn’t been startled, I was pretty clumsy and injuries like the one tonight happened more often than not with me. Damn my two left feet.
“You can go back to bed now, honey. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” No need for him to stay down here. He’d want to talk, probably about how I would benefit from extensive therapy and I wasn’t in the mood to hear it.
“No. I want to know why you’re awake at this hour. Aren’t you feeling well?”
I shook my head. There was no use in trying to lie to him. I was awful at it and I really didn’t want to get a spanking—or worse, lie, have him catch me in the false truth, but because he was so freaked out about what I said earlier he might not spank me. If that happened, I’d pack my bags and be gone by morning.
Most women would think I was crazy, but being spanked by my husband whether for fun or more so for punishment showed he cared about me and wanted to help me be the best person I could be. So, if he caught me breaking the rules and didn’t take the time to correct my poor choice, it would be his wordless admission that he didn’t care about me anymore.
“Then what’s the matter?”
I looked out the window again. The skunk family was still nibbling away. For such stinky creatures, they were so pretty with their silky black fur and contrasting white stripe. Too bad they were so stinky. I wondered if I’d ever get the chance to pet one without being sprayed. Probably not.
“Kate.” Michael’s commanding tone drew my attention.
I sighed. There was no getting out of this one. “I was thinking about earlier, and what I said when we were making love.”
Understanding dawned on his face. “Ah. You’re referring to when you called me Daddy?”
I nodded and looked away. This is it, stay strong. I gulped down the sob threatening to slip out.
“Baby, look at me.” His fingers beneath my chin, turning my face up to his, gave me no choice. When our eyes met, instead of disgust I saw desire, his pupils more dilated than earlier, when he’d picked me up and carried me to our bed. My gaze dipped to the front of his pajama pants, and the unmistakable bulge confirmed my suspicions.
“Sweetheart, hearing you call me Daddy when I drove into you was fucking hot.”
“Why?” I blurted out. I couldn’t even figure out why it turned me on, though I’d been thinking about it a lot lately—ever since the heroine called the hero Daddy in a book I was reading. I couldn’t get the scene out of my head. Soon my fantasies had taken on the same theme, except with Michael as my daddy. It made me wet now just thinking about it.
He chuckled. “That’s a good question. Off the top of my head, I’d say because it’s taboo. This situation should never happen in real life, but in our case, we could play the roles of Daddy and little girl and it’d be okay since we’re two consenting adults.”
I closed my eyes as various scenarios came to mind—Daddy showing me what sex was like for the first time, me getting to lick his big shaft, him licking me between my legs. My body hummed with pleasure at each fantasy.
“Is my little girl thinking naughty thoughts right now?”
I opened my eyes and sat back in my chair a bit, shocked at the raw desire on his face. He looked hungry, like he wanted to eat me up. My mouth suddenly grew parched and all I could do was nod.
“Then I think it’s time we explore a few of them.”
He grabbed my hand and led me back upstairs. In our room, he picked me up—Michael carrying me in his big strong arms was something else I loved—and placed me on the bed.
“I have plans for you, little girl,” he said, as he climbed onto the bed and was soon hovering over me.
“I can’t wait for you to show me, Daddy.”
“Close your eyes.”
I did and a moment after, his lips covered mine. His tongue sought entry and I eagerly opened. He straddled my thighs, threaded his hands in my hair and lowered himself, giving me some, but not all of his weight, then he deepened the kiss. Being claimed in this way, at the mercy of this big powerful man who I both loved and trusted, made my heart race and my body tingle with anticipation.
He pulled back and made a new line of kisses across my neck and collarbone and settled on the spot right behind my ear. Having him lick and nibble and kiss like he couldn’t get enough felt amazing. With each minute that passed, my pussy became more wet by the second.
“Daddy, in between my legs aches,” I whimpered. I tried to bring my hand down to rub the area, but he grabbed hold of it with his own.
“I’ll take care of it, honey. Pull your nightgown up.”
I did, the soft fabric rubbing over my heated flesh, getting me more excited than I already was.
Daddy kissed a path down to the tingling spot between my legs. He raised each leg and hooked them over his broad shoulders, making me one hundred percent open to him.
“I-I don’t like this,” I stammered.
In the past, I wasn’t big on receiving oral sex. It wasn’t because my husband did a bad job; it was because I hated being this vulnerable. It made me self-conscious and a million ‘what ifs’ ran through my head. What if I he didn’t like how I tasted or I made embarrassing wet noises? I would be mortified for the rest of my life.
My constant worrying made it hard for me to relax and enjoy it, which made it take that much longer to come and added to the embarrassment. I’d much rather go down on him.
I started to sit up, ready to change places, but he grabbed my hips and wouldn’t let me move another inch.
“Stay still, my sweet darling. Daddy is going to make you feel really good.”
Not wanting to stop our role playing, I nodded, while biting my lip and leaning back onto the pillows. Taking a deep breath, I tried to stay calm and not fret.
“Kate, look at me.”
I glanced down to see him staring back at me.
“If you need me to stop at any time, say the word. Otherwise, I want you to lie back and stay still. When you do this for me it’s incredible; I want to make you feel the same way.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I answered, trying to get back into the scene. He wanted to show me how amazing he could make me feel. Maybe if I focused on that I wouldn’t freak out.
Michael smiled encouragingly, then dipped his head and resumed where he’d left off, slowly licking and circling and teasing me with his tongue
.
I shut my eyes, forcing my muscles to unclench and taking deep breaths, remembering I could ask him to stop at any time.
As his tongue licked circles everywhere, except the place I wanted him to most, he ran his free hand over my hips and thighs.
“Please, Daddy,” I begged, trying to move closer, desperately wanting him to lick and suck harder and faster, to push me over the edge I was teetering on, but it was no use.
“Just relax, little one. This isn’t something that can be rushed. I need to take my time.”
He went back to what he was doing, tormenting me by coming near my channel and swollen bundle of nerves with every stroke of his tongue, but never touching either place. I was about ready to say the word for him to stop because I didn’t think I could take much more of this teasing when he finally ran the flat of his tongue over my pulsating clit. He suckled it and it sent what felt like a bolt of lightning through my body, causing me to jump.
“Easy, little one,” Daddy said, pulling me closer.
This time, he ran his tongue up and down my slick vagina, before thrusting it in and out of my channel and then finally swirling it around my swollen bundle of nerves.
“It feels awesome when you do that, Daddy,” I moaned, clenching my hands into fists, and the sheets along with them.
“You mean this?” he asked, repeating the motion.
“Yes!” I cried out. I was so turned on, I thought for sure I would explode at any moment.
“Excellent, sweetie. Enjoy the feelings that are coming.”
I chuckled at his pun. He glanced back up at me and laughed as well.
This time when he brought his head back between my legs, he began sucking on my hardened nub. He kept on doing so until I couldn’t take any more. My legs tensed and I was squirming all over the place, wanting the feeling that was building up to be released.
“Daddy?”
“Let go, sweetheart.”
With another pass of his tongue over my clit, he pushed me over the edge. All of my previous tension washed away as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me. It felt absolutely delightful.