“I’ll watch you. I won’t let you get too drunk,” he told her, flaring his nostrils.
“Okay, Daddy.”
She balked when he ordered calamari as an appetizer. “Isn’t that squid?” she asked.
“Yes. Sometimes I may ask you to try new things…” He placed his hand over hers, giving her a knowing glance.
“Yes, Sir.”
Marley’s behavior had been exemplary so far. She’s going to deserve a reward once we get home. The wheels in his brain turned over one another as he conjured up new ways he could take advantage of her enticing charms.
He ordered the rustic chicken and shrimp for himself and the lobster carbonara for her.
“Thank you, Daddy. I don’t get a chance to eat lobster very often.” Her face glowed in anticipation of such a treat.
“You’re welcome, doll. I hope you enjoy it. Now, there are a few things I’d like to talk with you about.”
Her face grew serious. “Did I do something wrong? Did I pick out too much stuff? Because if I did, you can take it back.” She chewed on her bottom lip.
“No, Marley. Nothing like that. All of the things you picked out today are yours. We’re not going to take them back. I just wanted to talk to you about some of the rules and the way we do things at home.”
“Oh.” She breathed deeply. “Okay.”
“I’m not sure how much you know about being a sub or how familiar you are with the lifestyle.”
She shrugged and set the piece of bread she was eating down on her plate.
“Well, everyone does things differently. Some doms would have you greet them naked at the door every day on your hands and knees, wearing a collar.”
She looked shocked, but she remained silent.
“But that’s not how I am. I don’t think either one of us wants you to open the door like that to Stan or Milton. It wouldn’t do for us to become known as the kinkiest couple in the building. I like to operate with more discretion than that.”
Her head bobbed in agreement. “What about a collar? You haven’t put one of those on me yet.”
“It’s not a big thing for me to drag you around by a leash.” The corner of his mouth curled. “However, I would like to see you crawl around on all fours for me.”
Her cheeks turned crimson. “Daddy!” She looked around to see if anyone else could hear their conversation.
Chuckling, he continued, “I expect you to do certain chores around the house. I’ll make you a list. I have a housekeeper who comes to clean weekly and a service to do my laundry. They can do yours as well. But I do ask that you pick up after yourself, keep things tidy, and wash your dishes.”
“No problem. I’m used to doing a lot more than that!”
“Good. Some days I will give you other tasks to do, and I will expect you to do them or risk punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Also, while we were shopping, a friend of mine called. His fiancé wants to meet you. In fact, several of the girls I know want to meet you. Sloane, too. The designer who knows Beverly.”
“Really? I don’t know.” She fidgeted in her chair.
“As much as I like having you all to myself, it would be great if you could make some friends. And these girls are subs, like you. They can help show you the ropes.”
“Show me the ropes?” she repeated, skepticism storming her face.
“Okay, offering you support. They have a sort of club. They call it the Daddy’s Little Girls club.”
Marley stared, agape. “For real?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I guess they sit around and talk about their daddies and gossip, same as any other women.”
“Only they all have daddies?”
“Well, maybe not all, but they’re all subs who like being taken care of, who like daddy-type doms. I suppose some of them might be between daddies…”
The calamari arrived at the table. She waited for him to begin eating. He dipped a piece in the marinara sauce and popped it into his mouth. She followed suit.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s pretty good. Kinda chewy, but the flavor is good.”
“See? Daddy can teach you new things.” He smiled, dipped another, then inserted it into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes as she chewed, savoring it. Damn, he loved her like that—eyes shut, overtaken by pleasure. He felt his cock harden.
“So what should I do about these girls again?”
“I’ll give you Kimberly’s number. Give her a call. I think they’re having lunch next week. Just go and see what you think. If you don’t like it, that’s okay. I suspect it would be nice for you to have some friends that understand what you’re into, what it’s like to be in a relationship like ours.”
“Okay, but what about what I used to do… Do they know about that?”
“No. Marley, the only people who know about that are me and Milton. And he’s sworn to secrecy. Besides, things are different now. That’s in the past. You’re with me.” He reached across the table and clasped her hand in his. “Those days are behind you.”
Gratitude shone in her eyes. “Thanks, Daddy.”
Her words only aroused him more. That adoring face calling him daddy made him want to take her right there.
“Something else I want you to consider. Have you thought about enrolling in school? Going to college?”
She convulsed with laughter. “Um, no. How would I pay for it? I’ve always had to work.” She gazed up at the ceiling. “Always.”
“Well, you don’t have to work now. You need something to keep you busy, and I find that people with a purpose are much happier than those who have no direction. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I never thought of that… a purpose? What kind of purpose do you mean?”
“Well, what are you good at? What gets you excited?”
She giggled.
He smirked and forced himself to push aside a visual image of her consumed by passion. “You know what I mean, you little vixen.”
More giggles. “Yes, I do. And I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve had to get whatever job I could for as long as I remember.”
“What about your mom?”
“What about her? She’s always drunk on the couch. Couldn’t hold down a job for more than a week. Paul and I always took care of things once we got old enough.”
“Oh, Marley. I’m sorry. It doesn’t sound like you had much of a childhood.”
“Nope.” She agreed.
How does she do that? Refuse to feel sorry for herself. So many people would be bitter and angry if they’d been given that lot in life. But not Marley. The girl forged ahead and triumphed over whatever obstacles got in her way. You had to admire that.
“Even if you don’t know what you want to do, it would be good for you to start taking classes. Basic courses can count toward any degree. I’ll have Milton bring over a laptop and you can start researching. Figure out what you want to do.”
“Okay.”
“Unless you have any other ideas…?”
“No, I’m good.” She winked at him.
The server brought their entrees. The food smelled divine. He watched as Marley dove into her meal the way she dove into everything—with abandon.
* * *
They fell through the doorway, exploring, groping, kissing. Their bodies writhed with the need to become one. An urgency filled Marley as she staggered to untangle herself from James in order to remove her coat.
“Take off your clothes, all of them, right here,” he ordered.
Never taking her eyes from his, she slowly and deliberately disrobed right there in the foyer.
“Kneel and unfasten my pants,” he commanded.
Kicking the pile of clothes to the side, she knelt down in front on him. Breathing in his musky scent, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.
Clearing the opening of his boxers, his rock-hard cock sprung out of his pants. She bent to take it in her mouth, then pause
d.
“Daddy, may I please suck your cock?”
“Yes, you may. And what a good girl for asking.” He patted her head, then curled his fingers into her hair, controlling her.
A warm tingle ran down her legs. His praise never failed to arouse her.
She licked up and down his shaft before swallowing him deep inside her mouth. He forced her head back and forth on his rod, hitting the back of her throat with each motion. She took a breath when he pulled back and focused on the wetness between her legs to keep herself from choking.
“Such a good little cocksucker for Daddy.” He reached down and pinched her nipple, twisted it.
He muffled her squeal with the cock in her throat.
He pulled out, moved over to one of the couches in the living room, and removed his pants. “Come over here.” He crooked his finger, coaxing her.
She began to stand up, but he stopped her. “No, no, no. Crawl. I want to see you crawl over here to me. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
Crawl? Oh Lord, this is awkward. Creeping across the floor on her hands and knees felt funny at first, vulnerable.
“Good girl,” he said encouragingly.
Relaxing more with each move, she embraced the posture, her position. She trusted him. Wanted to please him, and in some ways it was freeing to follow his orders, to let him control the situation.
She crawled the last few inches slowly, watching him. His eyes were glued to hers. “You are so beautiful, Marley. Do you know that?”
She shook her head and knelt in front of him.
“Sit back,” he told her.
His cock preceded him as he leaned forward over her. “Open your mouth.”
Parting her lips, she waited for him to shove it inside her waiting hole.
Instead she felt the rap of his erection on her cheek.
Thud! Thud! Thud! It hit her face in rapid succession. She melted under the onslaught. Her cunt throbbed. Her nipples begged for attention. A whimper rose from within.
“Do you like that?” He grabbed her hair and tugged. “Does my little whore like to be dick slapped?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whined, her breath coming fast.
He assailed her once again, thumping across her face. Opening her mouth, she tried to catch it; she wanted him in her mouth. Wanted to suck him dry. Wanted him to come all over her.
“Please come on my face, Daddy,” she rasped in a hushed whisper.
He planted his pole in her eager mouth.
She curled her lips around it, suckling him with great aplomb.
“You want me to come on your face?”
She nodded, water forming in her eyes as she worked his cock. Her mouth drooled their combined juices.
“Lie back.” She unfolded her legs and lay on her back. He straddled her face, re-entered her throat, thrusting in and out until he withdrew and stroked himself, his seed spraying her lips and chin.
She opened her lips wide to taste his cum. The bitter saltiness on her tongue made her shiver as she swallowed it. She licked the sides of her mouth.
He presented her with his half-mast erection. “Clean Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”
She obediently lapped up the remaining cum.
“Good girl.” Sliding down beside her, he cupped her face and kissed her.
Quaking with need, she kissed him back feverishly.
He laughed. “Do I have a horny little girl on my hands?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He sighed. “You have earned an orgasm, I believe. You’ve been a very good girl today.” Kissing her again, he trailed his fingers down her stomach, toward the center of her aching need.
Then he popped up. “I’ll be right back.”
She groaned softly. Where was he going? She felt as if she might die of desire at this point, if that was even possible. Every nerve ending was alive. All the blood in her body had rushed between her legs.
He came back carrying a huge dildo.
“Daddy, that looks too big for me.” She stiffened.
“Relax. Trust Daddy. It never hurts a girl to stretch a little.”
She closed her eyes.
“Clasp your hands and hold them behind your head.”
She obliged.
She heard the squish of a bottle of lube. Then cold assaulted her between her legs. Damn, that thing was cold! She squeaked as he inserted the massive dong inside her.
At first her vaginal muscles complained, fought the intrusion. Relax. Be calm. Breathe deeply.
He fucked her with it. Slowly at first, then picked up the pace.
It was hard to be still. She wanted to wiggle with pleasure, but she knew better. He wanted her still. She bit the inside of her lip instead.
While he was fucking her, he ran his fingers over her clit. The combined sensations took her to a new place. The pleasure was intense, almost too intense. Within a matter of minutes, she was begging him to let her come.
“Okay, doll, you can come now.” He pinched her little nub, rolled his fingers over it. She moaned in ecstasy.
Arching her back, she let the orgasm flow through her, convulsing with his every touch.
He worked her until the climax ebbed. Then he pulled her onto the couch with him, encircling her in his arms.
“Thank you, Daddy.” It was weird to be thanking him, but it seemed right. She was grateful. As demanding as he was for her to service him, he was just as focused on meeting her needs. This thing between them was so, so… caring. Thoughtful.
Did he really care about her and her needs? Or was he just a good man who believed in the golden rule?
She puzzled this as she snuggled in his arms and fell asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Bile threatened to rise up in her throat. Marley had been unable to eat this morning, she was so nervous about meeting this group of girls for lunch. She sat in the back seat. The smell of the car’s leather seats soothed her. Definitely new. If not, how did they keep the car smelling this good?
She crossed and uncrossed her legs, picked at her fingernails. Bet these girls have nice manicures, and here I am, turning mine into nubs. Taking a deep breath, she sat on her hands and tried to regain control.
In high school, Marley had lots of friends. She got along with most people. But that was then. Before she balled guys for a living. Now, she felt… less than. And Lord help her—what if these girls knew? If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that women didn’t like hookers. They were threatened by them. Everyone thought men cheat on their wives with hookers. It was like the kiss of death, even worse than being a stripper or a waitress at Hooter’s. Women would find out you’re a hooker and they’d write you off that instant. Hate you on sight.
Dear Lord, please don’t let that happen today. She clutched the driver’s phone number in her hand. At least she could call him if she needed a quick getaway.
Why had she let James talk her into this?
Because she was crazy about him. She’d do almost anything to please him, and he wanted her to go. He’d done so much for her, given her so much, and he asked for so little in return.
Well, just her body. But she’d give that to him anyway. She smiled to herself, her mind wandering to the things he had done to her last night. A squiggle of delight coursed through her. He was so damned good to her.
The car pulled up in front of Hillstone Restaurant, and the driver opened the door for her. Marley tentatively stepped out onto the pavement.
Time to cowgirl up and walk through those doors.
She had spoken to Kimberly on the phone a few days ago. Kimberly had said that she would meet her a few minutes early so Marley would at least ‘know’ someone when she arrived.
Marley had to admit that Kimberly was warm and welcoming. She wasn’t scared of her. It was the rest of them that worried her.
As soon as Marley entered the restaurant she saw her. Sitting at a large table all by herself was an attractive brunette with big dark eyes. The girl
rose and approached her.
“Marley?” she asked.
“Yes.” Marley nodded. The girl took her by the arm, all smiles and enthusiasm. “Hi! I’m Kimberly. It’s so nice to meet you, glad you could come. C’mon. We’re over here.”
She led Marley back to a large round table in the middle of the restaurant. So much for being inconspicuous.
They sat down. Kimberly was having iced tea. Marley ordered the same. Daddy would be proud. She had texted him to let him know where she was going and with whom. He’d replied, telling her to have a nice time and to text him when she got home. Originally she thought checking in would be irritating. Instead, it made her feel that someone cared. Most of her life, no one had been concerned with what she was doing. Except maybe her brother.
“So I hear you’re getting married.” Marley said, knowing that most women would talk a blue streak about their weddings. She’d rather put the spotlight on Kimberly and refrain from talking about herself.
“Yes, next fall. Plans are slow right now, but at least we have a date. I think.” Kimberly’s eyes danced with a warmth that put Marley at ease. She didn’t have anything to fear from this girl.
“You think?” Marley asked.
“Yes,” Kimberly sighed. “It’s Charles’ ex. We want his son to be in the wedding and she’s not cooperating.”
At that moment a striking young blonde breezed up to the table, setting down a huge black portfolio case with a thud. “Hi! You must be Marley.”
The blonde looked like she was holding back a secret.
“Marley, this is Sloane. Sloane, Marley,” Kimberly introduced them.
Sloane proffered her hand and Marley took it. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Sloane found a seat on the other side of Marley. Sitting down, she flipped the sleek mane behind her shoulder. “What are you girls drinking?”
“Iced tea,” Kimberly answered.
“I’ll have one too. Long Island.” Sloane captured the waiter’s attention and ordered her libation, her waist-length hair swinging like a curtain down her back.
“That sounds good. I think I’ll have one, too.” Marley happily ordered the adult version of the tea in front of her.
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