Daddy Morebucks

by Normandie Alleman

  Goosebumps rose on her skin as she sensed him approaching her from behind. His arms encircled her waist, his lips nuzzled her neck. “Oh, Marley, I’m so glad you’re here.”

  “Me too.”

  She shifted in his arms and pressed her lips to his. He answered hungrily, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Welcoming him, she sucked on his lip, dancing a slow, sensuous tango with nips and flicks of her own.

  He released her and stepped back. “You’re good to humor me and give this a try. I’m sure you have some reservations.”

  She pursed her lips. “I guess I just don’t know what it’s going to be like…”

  “I understand that. I don’t know either. Every daddy and his little girl must find their own way. But I want to pleasure you. Show you what it can be like to be my little girl.”

  He strode over to the closet and came back with a copious amount of rope. Hemp, perhaps? She wasn’t sure.

  “How familiar are you with rope?” His eyes gleamed.

  “N-not very.” She swallowed. Having her hands tied was one thing, but what did he plan to do with all that rope? Control was slipping away from her; she could feel it in her gut.

  “That’s okay. I will show you. Take off your clothes.”

  Every time he gave her that order, butterflies took flight in her stomach. She dropped her skirt and panties to the floor. Pulling her top over her head, she felt his warm hands on her back, unhooking her bra.

  Cool air whooshed over her body. The hairs on her arms stood on end, and her nipples sprung to attention.

  James ran his hands over her upper arms and shoulders, warming her. “Don’t worry, your body heat will rise before long. Would you like me to close the drapes?”

  She shrugged. “That’s up to you, Daddy.”

  His erection pressed against the small of her back. A sigh crept from her lips. Damn, he felt good.

  “All of Dallas could see you up here if they had a telescope and they wanted to. That doesn’t bother you?”

  “It doesn’t matter to me. I just want to please my daddy.” She hoped that was the right answer.

  “Marley, it’s not safe for you to be in your room naked for all to see. You must always close the draperies if you intend to be undressed. Do you understand me?” His voice was firm.

  Another rule. Gosh, he was uptight. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.” He crossed the room and pulled the cord to close out the rest of the world. Turning back to her, he asked, “Where were we?”

  “I think you were about to tie me up.”

  “Oh, yes. I was.” He grinned at her.

  Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax. She trusted him. Why? She wasn’t sure. But she did.

  He stood in front of her. “Lift your arms to your sides.”

  She obeyed. The rope he draped over her shoulders was softer than it looked. It had a distinct smell. She wasn’t sure what it was, but the raw freshness of it reminded her of the lumber section at the hardware store.

  She stood there quietly watching him make a crisscross between her breasts. The air filled with electricity as he looped the rope around her body several times.

  He wound it around her torso, bringing it behind her back, then to the front again, layering the ropes. The process continued, back to front, then back to front again.

  A sense of calm enveloped the two of them. With every loop, every wrap, Marley relaxed. His movements were purposeful and repetitive—hypnotic. The ropes hugged her body like a cocoon. Swaddled in his creation of cords, she felt safe.

  Looking down, her breasts were bound with ropes surrounding them, displaying them in a distorted, yet sexy fashion. The image was so bold, she felt almost obscene. To her surprise, she liked it.

  “Would you like to be blindfolded?” James’ voice broke the silent spell between them.

  “Not this time, if that’s okay, Sir.” This was all so new. She wanted to understand what he was doing to her.

  “That’s fine. But I will probably blindfold you next time. It enhances the senses.” He went back to work.

  Starting above her knee, he wrapped a loop over her several times around her leg, catching it with the end of the rope and pulling it taut. Then he repeated the process with her other leg. He bound her wrists behind her back, attaching them to the bottom of the harness. He glanced at the ceiling, then disappeared into the closet again.

  He came back with a stepladder. What?

  Marley’s eyes followed his to the rings coming out of the ceiling. Her heart raced. Her upper lip beaded with sweat. Oh my God! He was going to suspend her. She’d seen this before on the Internet, but never imagined anyone would do that to her.

  She watched as he set up a fairly complex pulley system and had four groups of rope billowing down from the ceiling.

  “You’re going to lift me off the floor with those?”

  He nodded and kept working.

  “But I’m too heavy. I’ll fall.”

  He touched her cheek gently. “Don’t worry. It will hold. I know what I’m doing. You have to trust me, Marley.”

  Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Trust him? It was a matter of physics, wasn’t it? She considered this. She didn’t doubt he knew more about physics than she did. Plus it appeared he’d done this before. A twinge of jealousy irked her. She hated thinking of him doing this to another girl.

  After asking her to kneel on the bench at the end of her bed, he bent down and wrapped rope around her calves, one at a time. Then he bent her leg back and bound an ankle to the ropes he had tied around her thigh. Two of the ceiling ropes connected to her harness and he attached another to her calves.

  He secured her other leg the same way. “I’m going to lift you now. Do not be alarmed. Once you’re off the floor, I don’t want you to struggle. You are safe. I will not allow you to fall. Those hooks are secured in the roof of this building. They’re rated for over six hundred pounds, so they can handle you.”

  She nodded. Sweat pricked her armpits, and she willed her nerves to chill out and trust him.

  Slowly she left the floor. Her body jerked instinctively, aching for the safety of land.

  “Uh-uh-uh,” he chided. “You want to be a good girl for me, Marley. As you can see, you are clearly at my mercy now. I recommend you follow my directions.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” Concern vibrated in her voice. He ignored it and made the finishing touches that put her in a semi-hogtied position. Her legs were spread, back arched, with her feet bound up behind her, same as her wrists that rested on the small of her back.

  “What if I fall on my face?” she shrieked. In addition to the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she also had full-fledged panic to add to the list.

  “Shhh!” He put a finger to her lips. “Take a deep breath. I’m not going to drop you.” He lifted her torso to a more upright position. It reminded her of being at the head of a ship’s bow. Suspended above everything, her tits jutting out proudly in front of her.

  Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and concentrated on her breathing. She opened her eyes to see him secure the rope tails to some pegs on the wall she hadn’t noticed before, but then she promptly closed them again. She was starting to understand the value of a blindfold.

  Supple lips pressed against hers. She relaxed a little. He dallied with her breasts for a moment, flicking her nipples, pinching them. She wiggled at the attention. Desire raged in her. She was so sensitive! Her bound breasts were like globes of fire, urging him on. He bent and took one, then the other in his mouth. Suckling, licking, then punctuating his attention with a sharp bite. Marley groaned, praying he would play with the rest of her.

  Pulled up and positioned, her legs splayed, she was completely open to him and helpless to do anything about it. Her cunt ached for his touch.

  “Please, Daddy,” she heard herself saying.

  “Please what?”

  “Please touch me.” She was in his hands, ready to surrender to him
.

  “Touch you where?” He prodded.

  “My pussy. I want to feel your fingers inside me.”

  “What a little slut you are.”

  Color rose in her cheeks, but her cunt tingled at his words.

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir. Your little slut.”

  He smacked her ass. “Good girl. You’re starting to catch on. You’re my prisoner. At my mercy, little one. You look incredible, all strung up for me. Delectable.” A jolt of electricity ripped through her. She loved hearing that she pleased him.

  Tugging on the ropes, he lifted her higher in the air. It was like flying. Being suspended in midair gave her a rush.

  He slid underneath her and gave her pussy a lick. Her body jerked, pulled against the ropes, wanting more. Her breasts stuck out, eager and ripe. Her cunt pulsed with need. Another wet graze of the tongue and he stopped.

  Damn him! She wanted him to keep going, but she dared not ask for it. Her role was that of a submissive, to take whatever he doled out. Not to make demands.

  As nerve-wracking as it was to be out of control, she liked giving him total access to all parts of her body. It released her of any responsibility, any need to perform. For so long she had been the one to give the pleasure to men… this was a novel experience for her.

  “Close your eyes.”

  She obeyed.

  A moment later something pushed against her mouth. “Open.”

  Unsure, she parted her lips tentatively. A cool, hard object forced its way in. Covered in nubs, the phallic rod kept her curious tongue busy.

  “Suck it. Make it really wet for Daddy.”

  She quivered, working hard for him.

  He withdrew the object. Dying to see what it was, she peeked.

  A beautiful blown-glass dildo. The rainbow-colored nubs covered the shaft, ending in a red glass heart handle.

  “That’s lovely,” she said.

  “Nothing but the best for my doll. Now close your eyes like I told you to unless you want a punishment.”

  She shut them tight.

  The dildo stroked the outside of her pussy lips. Up and down. Her muscles clenched down on it as it entered her.

  He fucked her with it. Slowly at first, then he picked up the pace.

  He rolled his tongue lazily over her pussy folds, nipping her clit as he traveled over her most intimate terrain, using the dildo at the same time. Lapping at her sweet nectar, he pushed her to the edge, nudging his nose over her tender button.

  “Oh, Daddy. I want to come, Daddy! Please, can I come?” she screeched.

  “Yes, baby. Come all over me,” he mumbled into her folds.

  She let go with a low guttural cry. Pleasure overtook her and she trembled in her hemp hammock. Having an orgasm in midair intensified the experience. Tremors rocked her all the way to her toes. She experienced a freedom she’d never known.

  She descended from the ceiling. He fondled her tits from behind, his hips pressed between her legs. His erection jammed into her butt cheeks.

  “Oh, Daddy!”

  “Yes, doll?”

  “Are you gonna fuck me?”

  He laughed. “What do you think?”

  His rock-hard cock thrust into her soaking wet slit. He grabbed her torso and pulled her down onto him. Working her on and off his rod, he whispered, “You feel so good, doll. I need you so bad.”

  She moaned as her hips flew up and down on his cock, controlled completely by him. Another orgasmic wave hit her, her convulsions stirred James. He thrust once more, finding his release.

  He hugged her, then lowered her gently to the carpet where he tenderly removed her bindings.

  “Stretch,” he told her.

  Gingerly, she wiggled her arms and legs. Were they made of rubber?

  James scooped her up into his arms and carried her to her luxurious bed. He tore back the covers and lay her down on top. Climbing in beside her, he held her close.

  His arms snuggled her tight. Marley’s body was worn out, but she felt more safe and secure in his arms than she had in her whole life.

  “Marley?” Her skin tingled as his fingernails barely scratched her, stroking her forearm.

  “Yes?” Her lids were heavy. She wanted to fall away into his dreamy embrace.

  He repositioned himself, leaning over so that he could see her face. “If your real name is Harley, how did you come up with the name Marley? And why would you change your name?”

  She chuckled. “You mean other than the obvious?”

  He smiled. “Yeah.”

  “When I left home I wanted to forget. Both the good and the bad. My brother got killed over in Afghanistan, and I missed him terribly. I didn’t want to remember him. It was too painful.”

  “I’m sorry, Marley.” He smoothed her hair and kissed her temple.

  “Yeah. And my mom. Well, my mom’s a drunk. I wanted to forget her, and leave all of that behind me. So I decided a fresh start needed a new name.”

  “What about your driver’s license? What does it say?”

  “It says Harley. To change that I’d have to go to a judge. Too much of a hassle.”

  “So where did you get Marley?” She rolled onto her back, and he propped up on his elbow. His other arm slid down to hold her at the waist, their legs entwined.

  “When I was in high school I used to volunteer at our local hospital. It got me out of the house, away from Mom and all her crap. I liked it, doing nice things for sick people.”

  “Like a candy striper or something?”

  “Yeah, kinda like that. But no cute uniforms.” She giggled.

  “That’s too bad. I can dream up some hot visuals of you in a candy striper uniform.”

  Giving him a playful shove on the arm, she continued. “Anyway, I worked with lots of people, but one patient was my favorite.”

  “Yeah? Which one?”

  “Her name was Tricia. She was a three-year-old little girl with AIDS.”

  James’ face grew serious.

  “Tricia’s mom was a drug addict, a prostitute too. She had AIDS and passed it on to Tricia. When she was pregnant, she was on the streets and didn’t take any of the medications that could have prevented her from passing the HIV on to her child. They have those now, so no babies really have to be born with it, but her mom was out of that loop.”

  “Oh my God. How sad.”

  “Yeah. It was heartbreaking. She was the most adorable child. Even though she was three, she had the developmental skills of an eighteen-month-old. Apparently she had walked and talked in the past, but by the time I met her she had started going backwards in her development. She smiled all the time. Had the sweetest temperament.” Her voice broke. Marley’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” she croaked.

  “No, don’t apologize. Go on when you can.”

  She took a deep breath. “I used to pull Tricia around the children’s ward in a wagon, and I’d hold her and read to her or we’d watch TV. She was always happy to see me, and I loved spending time with her. One day we were watching that sad movie about the dog named Marley and she pointed at me and started saying, ‘Marley. Marley.’ Those were the first words I’d ever heard her say.” She swallowed. “It really touched my heart, her calling me Marley. Just hearing her speak was incredible enough, but that she gave me a nickname… she was so smart. I loved that child.”

  “That’s sweet. What happened to her?”

  Marley sniffed. “She died.”

  His jaw fell. “She died? I thought you were going to say she got better and left the hospital.”

  She shook her head. “No, she died. Just before her fourth birthday. I went to her funeral. Thought I never would stop crying.”

  He hugged her close. “I’m sorry, Marley.”

  She squeezed him back. “Thanks. It’s weird, but I relate to ‘Marley’ in a way I never did to being called ‘Harley.’ I believe when Tricia named me, she knew what she was doing. And it makes me feel connected to her. Like in some way a part of her lives
on, in my name.”

  Kissing her head, he breathed, “My poor, poor girl. You’ve seen more than your share of sorrows, haven’t you?”

  Her eyes stung. “Yes.” She smiled wryly.

  “My dear Marley girl.” He held her close until she fell asleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Marley woke up alone the next morning. A quick peek around the place told her she was the only one home. That gave her the opportunity to snoop in James’ room. He hadn’t taken her in there when he’d given her the tour yesterday, and she was curious.

  His suite matched hers in luxury, but it was more masculine. A king-sized, dark mahogany sleigh bed anchored the room, outfitted with sumptuous blue and white patterned linens. The bedspread and wallpaper shared different, yet complementary shapes swirling across the surface. While the prints were a bit fussy, the lines of the furniture and the expanse of glass looking out onto the city added a sophisticated tone to the space. Silken rope ties held back golden draperies, and another exquisite chandelier added a bright spark to the dark room. Unlike her room, there was no mirror. For that she had to go into his bathroom.

  Appointed with a massive whirlpool tub and huge walk-in shower, the bathroom housed a separate closet for the toilet. Brown and cream granite abounded, accented by navy towels. When she saw there were two sinks, Marley’s spirits soared. Stop that, she cautioned herself. He gave you your own room for a reason. Though what that reason was, she wasn’t sure.

  His closet was unbelievable. One of those professional closet companies must have designed it. Row upon row of shirts and jackets hung from what seemed like an endless wall. At least thirty pairs of shoes rested on shelves lining another wall. The ends were capped with built-in drawers from floor to ceiling. Marley peeked in several of them, only finding socks, folded t-shirts, and underwear. The sexy boxer-brief kind she liked. How could he be so perfect?

  She shouldn’t be in here. A shadow of guilt passed over her as she made her way to the kitchen. He’d left her alone. Surely he knew she would look in his room…

  It took effort to open the heavy door of the enormous refrigerator. She pulled out a carton of orange juice and poured herself a glass. Padding her way into the living room, she tucked her feet under her and switched on the television.