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

by Madison Faye

  “In this house your daddy will give you a proper bath every night,” he advised, rinsing the lather out of my shoulder-length hair. “If you’re a good girl, there will be treats for you before bed… but if you’re naughty, your bare backside will be disciplined.”

  “Jesus Christ. Are there consequences for everything in this house?”

  “You’re about to find out. Stand up, turn around, and hold onto the railing, little one.”

  “Shit. I didn’t mean it,” I said, cupping my mouth. “It just slipped out.”

  “You were warned about that type of language. Now, up you go.”

  With his assistance, I pulled myself out of the water and held on tight to the ceramic bar, waiting for his large hand to land on my warm, wet ass. But when I heard something jingle, my curiosity got the best of me. And after I turned around, the noisy inhale that came from my throat was loud and dramatic.

  “I always keep my promises,” he declared, pulling the brown leather from the loops of his pants.

  Focusing on the hefty belt that he doubled in his large hand, not another sound emerged from my mouth.

  “It seems you need to be taught a firm lesson. You’ll count each time this leather lands on your bottom and then you will say, I’ll never swear in front of my daddy again. Are those directions clear enough?”

  “Yes, sir,” I mumbled, my face flushing hot with embarrassment.

  “Now push those warm, pink cheeks out. I want you to offer them to me.”

  While jutting my quivering ass outward, I looked up to the ceiling and waited anxiously for a sign from him that the punishment was to begin, so I could prepare myself mentally. But the only warning that I received was the damn leather whistling in flight before it cracked across the crease of my backside.

  “Oh, God! That hurt!”

  “Yes, I’m sure it did, but you’re supposed to be counting along with a promise never to swear in front of your daddy. If you like, I can start over…”

  “Nooo!” My body swiveled around as I shook my head and started to count. “One! I’ll never swear in front of my daddy!”

  “Excellent, we’re finally on the same page. Now, bend over and stick your behind back out,” he directed in a stern tone before his supple belt snapped the tender flesh at the base of my buttocks.

  “Aghhhh! Two!” I managed through clenched teeth.

  He touched the leather to my inflamed skin. “I’m going to run out of patience, my dear.”

  “I’ll never swear in front of my daddy again,” I choked out, my eyes swelling with tears.

  “No. I’m sure you’ll think twice next time.” Tapping the targeted area right above the last strike, he cracked the belt down onto my wet skin.

  “Oh, my God, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, and I won’t swear ever again!”

  “If you lose count, Daddy will start over…”

  “Three,” I yelped, waving my bottom from side to side as a tear ran down my cheek. “Please stop. You’re killing me!”

  “I don’t believe anyone has ever died from a belt landing on their butt, so bend over and push that naughty behind of yours back out.”

  Turning my neck, I could see him touching the doubled instrument repeatedly against his palm, patiently waiting for me to reassume the position. And then he landed the fourth stroke directly to the crease underneath my burning ass.

  “Four!” I shrieked, my fingers flying back to soothe the burning pain.

  “I would highly suggest you move that hand of yours and continue with your promise… unless of course you want to go for ten strokes instead of five.”

  My voice was almost unrecognizable as the words flowed through my tears. “I’ll never swear in front of my daddy again!”

  “Get into position and take the rest of your punishment,” he warned, before his belt left one final burn across my shuddering buttocks.

  “Five!” I screamed and once again reached to rub out the fire. But his large palm caught my hand as he angled his mouth toward my ear.

  “Tell me what I want to hear, so we can finish your bath, little one.”

  “I’m sorry, and I won’t swear in front of my daddy ever again,” I sobbed, shaking my head.

  “Okay, okay, sweetie. Sit back down in the tub and let me suds you up while the water is still warm.”

  “But isn’t that going to hurt my…”

  His warm breath tickled my ear as he softly spoke three words. “Sit. Down. Now.”

  I winced as my inflamed bottom touched the bathwater, but John paid no attention as he soaped up his large hands and lathered my belly. “Turn around, so Daddy can wash your neck and back,” he instructed matter-of-factly before massaging the tight muscles in those hard to reach places.

  Lowering my wet eyelashes, I reveled in his gentle touch, but my relaxation was brief as his fingers reached around and brushed over my nipples. Though I sucked in a short gasp, there was no point in hiding my crooked smile. We both knew how turned on I was.

  “I thought you might like that,” John said as he rinsed my soapy body with a plastic cup and lovingly watched the water cascade off my pale skin. But when he finished, my eye spied him reaching for the shaver and a can of shaving gel.

  “Now, move your backside onto the ledge, so I can get you properly shaven. I want your little cunny smooth as silk.”

  After turning the battery-powered device on, he quickly sheared my mound, and it occurred to me that it would’ve been much less embarrassing had I shaved before making the trip to his house. But when he slathered the thick gel over my pussy and began using the razor, my humiliation morphed into a stunning arousal as my labia swelled with each movement of his gentle touch. And from the sparkle in his eyes, I guessed that he saw fresh cream collecting in the delicate seam of my sex.

  “Hmmm. I think someone is enjoying this.” His eyebrow arched as he continued his mission with quick, careful strokes until all the lather was removed from my mound with the razor.

  “Can I rinse now?”

  “No. You’ll turn over and hold onto the ledge, so I can shave that adorable puckered hole of yours.”

  The quick eye roll I shot him earned me two rapid smacks to the tops of my thighs.

  “When your daddy gives you an order, you’ll respond quickly or face the consequences. I’d think you’d know that by now.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered and turned around, bending my ass toward him. “It’s just…”

  He rounded my anus with the tip of his finger before tapping it gently. “Just what, my little lady?”

  “Well, maybe it’s not in my DNA to be a submissive…”

  “That’s interesting because I was thinking the opposite,” he said, lathering his hands with soap before applying them to my furrowed entrance. “Now spread your legs a bit more and hold still while Daddy gives you another quick shave.”

  Shutting my eyes tight, I didn’t dare move in fear that the razor could slip out of his hand, and I hoped that the humiliating procedure would end quickly. But naturally, he took his good old time carefully gliding the cutting instrument over my soft skin, and as each vertical stroke slid close to my tight hole, I gasped. “Are you almost done?” I eked out while holding my breath.

  His slick fingertip slowly rubbed my smooth anus and then he swatted my wiggling ass. “Yep. You can sit back down in the tub and rinse off. Now you’re looking delicious enough to eat.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked, whirling my head to face him.

  His gaze met mine as he spoke slow and deliberately. “Daddy is going to lick your soft little rosebud until you scream for mercy, but there will be no coming until I say you can. If you disobey me, your bottom hole will be punished with a silicone plug… and I won’t be using the smallest variety in the box.”

  It was difficult to believe that those startling sentences came from his mouth. But I’d heard every word clearly, and the glint in his eyes was unmistakable.

  * * *

  “Okay, sugar. Drop the
towel and drape your backside over the side of the bed.”

  A streak of heat rose in my face as I got into the position he asked me to assume, and my heart beat rapidly just picturing what was to come. I could barely think about where he wanted to put his tongue.

  “Your daddy wants to taste your sweet ass, and he’s not waiting a minute longer,” he said, pulling my fleshy globes to the sides, barely touching the tip of his tongue to the rim of my anus. “Mmm. My naughty girl likes this, doesn’t she?” he teased, patting my bottom.

  It was too embarrassing for me to admit how much that turned me on, so I swiveled my head in his direction and crossed my eyes.

  “Your shuddering rosebud has already told me, so don’t even think about lying,” he warned. “A lying girl will be disciplined severely in this house.”

  “Oh, God,” I moaned as his tongue continued its journey, licking circles around my pucker before delving inside.

  “Touch yourself and see how wet you’re getting while my tongue fucks your tight hole, princess. I already know how moist you are, because your delightful scent of arousal is definitely in the air.”

  This was a man with a game plan, and you didn’t need to be a genius to know the direction in which his thought-out strategy was going.

  “Go ahead and finger that greedy cunny of yours, but there will be no coming until I say so.”

  “Okay, okay,” I whispered, knowing it wouldn’t take much for him to push me over the precipice. But then he stopped licking my anus and started sucking on it like it was a soft piece of caramel candy.

  Fuck. There was no stopping that train.

  My breathing had become ragged as his strong hands boosted me higher up into the air. “Oh, God. I’m coming. I’m coming,” I mewled, rubbing my clit furiously. But his only response was to give my ass a brisk smack, and then it seemed like he stepped backward for some reason. Not paying any more attention to the lack of his presence, I pressed down onto my throbbing nub and whirled myself into a familiar happy place. But as I exhaled a satisfying breath, a deep voice startled me.

  “Were you given permission to come?”

  “No, but…”

  “Hold this while I prepare your bottom hole,” he scolded, presenting me with a pale pink silicone plug. “You don’t seem to understand who presides over the rules here.”

  The large mirror that hung over the bed allowed us to watch each other’s reaction, and I shouldn’t have given him the satisfaction of seeing my jaw drop. But as our eyes connected, and I saw his expression darken, the scent of my damn exhilaration once again betrayed me.

  “My naughty girl is going to have her little ass finger fucked before it’s properly plugged.” His words were well-chosen and drawn out as he flipped open the container of lube.

  A hiss of air escaped from my throat as his wet fingertip immediately slid into my crimped entrance, and then he pulled it out only to push it back in further. There was something so embarrassing about the way he was punishing me, and yet his discipline had my clit aching for more. As his finger twisted and turned, delving further into my quivering rosette, I raised my face once again in hopes of seeing his countenance in the mirror. I wanted to know if John was annoyed with me, or if he was turned on.

  Strangely, the combination of both was sexy as hell.

  “Head down, there’s nothing for you to see,” he scolded in a firm tone, pumping his thick digit in and out of my dark abyss. Then he finally released his finger to give my ass a proprietary squeeze. “Hand over the plug and spread these cheeks wide for your daddy.”

  Placing the dildo in his palm, I reached back to stretch my buttocks open, and in a nanosecond, my shuddering anus was being nudged with a hard tip.

  “You’ve never had anything like this inserted in that tight little bottom of yours, have you?”

  “N-No. N-Never.”

  “Well, this plug will slide in much easier if you relax, but it’s going in either way,” he advised in a calm, measured voice. And at the exact moment that I inhaled a lungful of air, he pressed the damn silicone instrument inside me.

  “Wait! Wait! It hurts! It hurts!” I yelped in a high pitch with the hope of deterring the process. But there was no stopping his determination as he continued pushing the stiff phallus into my pulsing rectum.

  “You will learn there is always a punishment for disobeying your daddy.”

  As our eyes once again locked in the mirror, my clit twitched. “I didn’t think you’d really use that thing,” I mewled as he gave a final twist to the plug making sure it was fully seated.

  “Was it a worthwhile lesson?” he purred in my ear while administering a smack across my cheeks, making the dildo vibrate.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good to hear. Now, take your pink plugged bottom over to the corner and think about why your daddy needed to punish his bad girl.”

  As I pulled myself upward, he patted my butt and gave the implement a quick tug. “The next time you disobey me, it will be my hard cock filling this adorable behind of yours.”

  My face felt like it could melt from the heat as I rushed to bury it in the corner, but there was no point in trying to hide my feelings from him. This man obviously knew me better than I knew myself, and before I could have another thought, his fingers were threaded through my thick hair, pulling my face toward his. “Does the idea of me punishing you in that way excite my sweet little lady?”

  Not wanting to admit my arousal, I pressed my forehead onto the wall and clenched my shuddering cheeks together.

  “I thought so,” he said, his fingers dipping in between my slick pussy lips. “There’s no point in running from the truth, Lori Hope. You are a dirty, naughty girl.”

  His tender touch immediately had my clit throbbing in measured time. “Please don’t tell Jake,” I begged, praying my body would stop trembling.

  But his response was noncommittal as his finger tapped the plug. “Your daddy will always decide what’s best for you.”

  * * *

  Rolling over in the middle of the night, I’d been awakened by the silicone instrument that was still nestled in between my cheeks, and I couldn’t stop thinking about John’s threat to punish my ass with his stiff shaft. I’d never seen his cock, but I imagined it matched his personality—solid and commanding. Naturally, my first inclination was to masturbate while fantasizing about him because it had been too long since my last self-pleasuring session. But then I remembered that masturbating was on his long list of things not to do, and his room wasn’t that far down the hall.

  Because I’d lived alone for many years, there had never been a reason to keep my moans to a minimum while engaging in self-pleasure, so this was going to be a bit of a challenge. But anyone who knows my true nature will tell you that I’m always up for a quick act of rebellion. Without another thought, I hardened my nipple through the pajama top with one hand as my warm fingertips journeyed under the elastic of my panties with the other. My freshly shaved pussy felt so smooth and silky to the touch, and as my finger pressed inside my slippery lips, I quickly conjured up a sexy fantasy. Though I’d never had a daydream about anal sex, I felt certain it would reward me with a happy ending.

  John told me to get onto my knees and firmly crossed his arms while watching me submissively crawl into position. In curiosity, I raised my head from the mattress and watched his expression remain stern as he reached for a large tube of lube.

  My clit had already started trembling from the scene I’d conjured up and while massaging my needy nub, I dropped my knees to their sides and let the delicious fantasy unfold.

  “Your naughty behind isn’t red enough,” he said, smacking my ass before pushing his cock inside my rosebud. “You know I like this bottom good and red before I give it a proper fucking.” My anal muscles clenched his hard shaft and throbbed wildly as he held on tight to my hips, thrusting deep inside me.

  Imagining that my ass was filled with his cock, I rubbed my fevered button even harder, drawing
myself toward one hell of an orgasm. Of course, the damn plug was pressing onto my nerve endings as I wriggled it relentlessly on the mattress, but in my dream, John had pulled his hardened member from my pulsating hole, only to thrust it back in deeper than before. Finally, my clit beat uncontrollably with an intense orgasm, and I let out a loud groan.

  That’s when I heard a tap on the door.

  “Is everything alright? Can I come in?”

  Quickly, I removed my hand and rolled over onto my belly. “Sure. I’m fine,” I said, willing my heart to stop galloping.

  As John poked his head inside the dark room, I could see his concerned expression from the illumination in the hall. “You were moaning, kiddo. Did you have a bad dream?”

  “A real zinger,” I maintained with a poker face while sucking in an exaggerated breath. “I-I have them every once in a while.”

  He came into the room and stooped beside me. “Maybe we should talk about it. I’d like to help.”

  I shrugged, hoping that my ragged sigh didn’t give me away. “Maybe tomorrow?”

  “The next time you have a nightmare, I want you to wake me up,” he said, moving my panties to tug on the base of the plug.

  “Can you take this thing out of me now?”

  “Nope. Not until tomorrow morning.”

  I rolled onto my back to face him, relieved I’d not been caught in the act. “Good night, Daddy.”

  “Sleep tight, baby girl.”

  As he closed the door, I smiled, knowing that I’d sleep like a rock.

  Chapter Five

  The next evening, John made a dinner reservation in his favorite restaurant, and I’d just finished dressing when my cell phone rang.

  “Hey there, Lori. I haven’t heard from you or my dad, and the silence worried me. Is everything alright?”