Daddy's Little Secret

by Rose Marie

  She’s right. I was the one who was wrong in this. I broke up with her, I caused this. If I had just listened, we wouldn't be going through this now. I take a deep breath, and I looked over her way and see she's sitting there with fire in her hazel eyes. A sense of wanting to reel her in took over me. I reach over, grabbing her arm, and pull her over the center console onto my lap. With my seat being pushed all the way back due to my height, there was more than enough room.

  As she sat there, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. Automatically, the attitude goes away and she laid her head on my chest. This girl would be the death of me one day. I'd just watched her with another man and she still owned me. With a deep sigh, I breathe in her scent, happy to have her in my arms again.

  “Who’s your Daddy, Princess?”

  “You are.”

  “Prove it.” She sat up looking into my eyes then with a smirk leaned down and kissed me. As if knowing that wasn’t enough, she ran her hands down my chest, putting them under my hoodie. I reached forward, grabbing her ass and grinding my semi hard-on into her center, already wanting her.

  “You know Daddy’s got to punish you right?” When I feel her body relax, I knew she stepped into her little space and was ready for anything I was ready to give her.

  “But Daddy…I didn't do anything.” I raise her dress and smack her ass hard.

  “Did I ask you to speak?” I cock a brow at her. That made her clamp her lips together and bow her head. “You were a little slut today, letting another guy touch what belongs to me.” I pulled her closer to me, blowing on her neck. She shivered as goosebumps spread across her skin. “Right Princess?” She nods, biting her lip as I run my hands up her thighs. When I get to her panties I glare at her, showing her my displeasure. “Thongs?” My jaw clenches and her eyes widen.

  “Daddy, I-“

  “Layla open your mouth one more time and I swear to God I’ll stuff it with so much of my cock you won't be able to breathe,” I snap at her. Again, she quieted. I make her sit up so I can pull at her thongs and tear them off. Biting my lip, I slide three fingers into her pussy unrelentingly, stirring her up. “Mmm so wet! Do you want to taste?” When she looks me in the eye and licks her lips, I swallow my want and pull my fingers from her dripping wet cunt “Open up slut.” When her mouth fell open I shoved them, in allowing her a taste of her sweetness.

  “Yummy.” My heart can’t take this! This is my chance to try going deeper into this. Will she hate it? I want to try it, but she’s already mad at me for our break up… but still the worst she can do it tell me it’s a hard limit. I’m going to do it! Swallowing in anticipation I feel my heart pound as I open my lips to dive deeper into the world of this sadistic fantasy of mine.

  “R-ride my cock bitch. S-show me how sorry you are.” When she stiffened, I felt my heart about to pop out of my chest and was ready to apologize, but to my surprise she sits up to undo my pants and seat herself right on me with a ease and fluidity I didn’t know she had. At this point, my heart was hammering and my lungs felt non existent as I gripped her thighs. Turned on, I capture her lips, lift her up, and slam her down so hard on me she cried out. But that only urges me on. This wasn't a pleasure fuck, this was punishment. She had to learn that I was Daddy and I was always right. This relationship wasn't going to be a democracy; this was a dictatorship. LITERALLY!

  “How dare you kiss another guy in front of me!” I thrust up into her “How fucking dare you make me hurt and love you as fucking much as I do!” I start pounding into her. The adult thing to do would have been to talk shit out. To hear her side of the story and discuss what we would do differently in the future and maybe even own up to my own mistakes. But as I pounded into my Princess, all I could think was we could do that later. I was Daddy and what Daddy said goes.

  “That's right Princess, punish yourself babygirl! Ride that cock hard!” I grunted out. “Who’s Daddy’s little bitch, huh? Who’s Daddy’s Princess?” I grabbed her ass, hammering into her. I punch the hood of the car, yelling when I get no answer. “FUCKING ANSWER ME LAYLA!”

  “I AM DADDY.” She cried still riding hard.

  “Fucking cum on my dick, right now,” I moan, grabbing her ass and bouncing her. As soon as I feel her walls start to clamp down on me, I brace myself for her to cum but before she could there’s a knock at my window. Shit! We’re going to jail!

  I pull her off of me with a yelp, fixing her clothes and turning to see it was only Aaron. Damn the movie! I open the door, stepping out and trying to fix my pants while coming face-to-face with face with a surprised Aaron. He stared at me with his mouth wide open. I zip my jeans, and fix my shirt and hoodie, trying to act casual.

  “Sup bro?” I smile trying to play it off like he didn’t just interrupt the best fuck of my life.

  “Dude were you just… fucking in your truck?” He asked stunned. I just shrug sheepishly, glad he was the one to catch me and not a cop or something. At first he does nothing, but his eyes popped out of his head, and I see why. Layla got out of the car, fixed herself, then came around to whisper in my ear that she had to pee and tell her friend she was leaving. I check her clothes to see nothing was showing, then I grabbed her and kissed her.

  “Hurry back.” She only nods, then turns to Aaron before waving and rushing off. I almost laughed when I saw Aaron watch her run off, but I understand. Though the staring was still a bit much. So I snap my fingers to get his attention.

  “Hey, eyes off the ass.”

  “Josh what the fuck?! How in the hell did you manage that?!” He asked, still staring.

  “What do you mean how did I manage that?” His mouth gaped open like a fish out of water.

  “Dude she's fucking hot! I saw her when she came in the movies, but she was with another guy. How'd you get her to have sex with you?”

  “It's not what you think so relax.” I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

  “You shitting me right now? You ditch me with your date only for me to come out here and find your car rocking harder than the Flintstones. You have to tell me something!” He demanded.

  “Dude chill, it's not that big a deal I don't want to talk about it right now.”

  “Josh, I'm your best friend. You can tell me anything.”

  “Fine. Layla and I been dating for a while now and yesterday we had a disagreement where I fucked up and broke up with her. I saw her today with that guy and kind of lost it.” Shrugging, I looked down. “What you saw just now was the beginning of makeup sex.”

  “But I heard her say Daddy? Was she on the phone with her dad?” He asked. “And I heard you call her a slut and bitch. You just said you were making up.”

  “Shit man! How long were you listening?” I ask, watching him turn red and look away.

  “S-sorry” Ha! Fucking perv was listing on on us! Chuckling, I shake my head at his embarrassment.

  “Relax dude, I was just messing with you. But to answer your question earlier, no she wasn't on the phone with her dad. She was talking to me. As for the name calling, well she’s mine. I call her whatever I want.” His mouth fell open.

  “But-but-“

  “Look I'm not going to stand in the movie parking lot and give you Daddy Dom, and BDSM lessons. Just look it up. It's just too damn complicated and a whole lot of it is weird. It's not for everyone and I’m sure a lot of people will call us perverts, but this is the relationship I have and want with my girlfriend. I hope you understand. I'm only telling you because you caught me in the act.” I shrugged again.

  “Ok I will, and I promise not to judge. But aside from that, why didn’t you tell me that your girlfriend is black?” I shrug looking up wanting to drop this.

  “I'm not ashamed though, because I’m not doing anything wrong; we just have an unconventional relationship her race doesn’t matter.” I finished pointedly.

  “I'm not judging you. I'm just shocked, I guess. I never saw any of this coming.” He said shaking his head. “This is crazy. You'll have
to catch me up on what's happening with you. It's like you’re a whole new person.” I only nod, happy to have dodged a bullet. When I look up to see my Princess running back.

  “Get in, I'm almost done here.” Nodding, she did as I tell her. I watch her get in then turn to my curious friend. “Look, can you not tell anyone ab-“

  “I won’t! I promise, both your secrets are safe with me. You can always trust me.” He held up his hands defensively and I nod, feeling a bit of weight lift off my shoulders.

  “Thank you. I have to go. Today is our monthiversary and I have to some spoiling to do.” I turned away from him and got in my car. Starting the engine, I roll my windows down. “Let me know what you think when you do your research. Who knows, you might want to find your own Princess.” As I speak, I can already feel my Princess working my zipper. He watches her hand movements, his face flushing red and I only smirk at the visual. “Have fun with your date. Tell Patricia I’m being consumed by other priorities, will you?”

  This time I don’t wait for his answer, I just roll up my window. By the time we’re on the road, I’m rubbing her head as she swallows me whole. She’s such a good girl. Yeah… it was make up time.

  Doing Right by the Princess

  Last night, I had the best fucking sleep of my life. It felt so good being able to lay on my favorite spot in the world, by my Princess’s side. I yawn and roll over, feeling myself get excited when I see her laying next to me. I sit up in bed and kiss her forehead.

  “Wake up Princess.” I tell her.

  “Mmm morning Daddy.” She stretched, smiling up at me. My heart skipped a beat once she turned her eyes up at me. Damn, it felt good waking up next to her. We have only had the pleasure to do this maybe once or twice back then, but the handful of times we did spend like this were wonderful. Though the best thing about this time is that we’re grown and she wasn’t going to be a secret… for much longer.

  “Are you hungry Daddy? I can order us something, or would you like me to make you something?” She got up stretching those long limbs of hers again before she walked to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door.

  “No don’t bother today Princess. Here, take the keys of my car and head home to get ready for work. Oh, and you can take my card and just pick us up something.” I heard her washing her hands, then she came in fresh faced and wiping her hands.

  “I should probably take my own car home. I don’t know how long It can stay in the visitors parking lot.” Wanting to touch her I walk over and pull her into my arms.

  “Don’t worry about that, just leave the keys with me. I’ll get you a sticker and pay for your parking spot. She looked at me smirking, and I could see that same fire in her eyes from last night.

  “Oh yeah? What would your fiancée say about that?” I frown at her sarcasm, but understand why she was being this way, so I’ll admit defeat.

  “You won’t have to worry about that for much longer. I promise.” She pulled from my arms with a raised brow and pursed lips and went on to put on her clothes from last night.

  “Yeah well, we know how much validity your promises have, huh?”

  “Layla!” She just put on her clothes unbothered by my outburst and I know now she’s far from being my Little, but instead the embodiment of a woman scorned.

  “I swear. I’ll make things right.” She only sighed, put on her shoes, and grabbed the keys of her car.

  “I’ll see you at work.” She started to leave, and I felt like she was walking out of my life again. That is, until she turned back around and kissed me. Just as I was getting into it, she pulled away, holding up one of my personal limitless black cards. “Breakfast, lunch, and dinner is on you until further notice, Daddy.” To say I wanted to make her wholeheartedly and completely mine is an understatement.

  “Anything for you Princess,” I chuckled. She kissed me one more time then headed out the door. I quickly get dressed and follow her, thinking she’d already be gone, but she was standing in the hall on the phone giggling. Who the..? Since she didn’t see me, I stayed back and eavesdropped.

  “I did it! Yes… uh huh? He said he’s leaving her, and we’ll be together. Of course, I’m happy. I love him and… yes. You did promise, and you kept it… I know she can be a bit over stubborn but I’m sure you’ll win her over soon.” She stopped talking and started laughing. “No, I won’t have time to meet with you today but soon I promise… ok. I love you too. Talk to you later.” She put her phone away and rounded the corner and I was left with more questions than answer’s. She told people about me?

  When I go to check out, I change my mind and decide to keep the room as our little love nest until I can get Amber gone and have my locks changed. After informing the concierge of my plans, I make my way home and immediately want to roll my eyes. Amber was there waiting by the door, looking for me.

  “Josh, were were you last night?” She asks, but I curve her and her question and go to the bathroom. I don't bother showering, I only brush my teeth and change for work, not wanting to get rid of my Princess’s smell. Upon exiting the room Amber is waiting by the living room sofa, biting her nail. “Are you still mad at me for last night? If you are, you are going to have to get over it. I've apologized enough. Besides, when are you going to own up to your wrongs and apologize to me? Who invites another woman to their home in the middle of the night like that? Not only that, but the way she spoke to me was completely unprofessional! She’s your secretary, but the bitch is severely lacking in professionalism. I want her terminated. Joshua, are you listening to me?” No, no I’m not listening to her. It was like being a kid all over again, hearing my mom nag at me about my every move. I hate this feeling.

  It was in that moment I wish I had ate my Princess’s pussy, or better yet her ass, so I could kiss her this morning and ask her how my secretary’s pussy tastes, but I digress. I only sucked on an ass cheek and that wasn't nasty enough for how the fuck I felt right now towards this woman. If Layla is a bitch, I could care less because she’s my bitch. She’s my everything . I’m the one stupid enough to forget that. Now that I think about it, that's what wrong with this relationship now. If I married Amber, she'd ONLY be my wife, and that’s not want I wanted. I want more. No, I need more. I don’t want to be one of those guys like I was last night, sneaking out for pussy because I was unsatisfied at home.

  I was too grown for that. I want everything I needed at home, and finally I understood my dad’s words.

  “Don’t marry until you’re done being single.” With Amber, I’d never be able to be satisfied because she was incapable of appeasing the sadistic part of me. She was unable to hand me full control of her body and allow me to slack my every desire upon her without feeling degraded. No, if I remained with Amber, I’ll unfortunately have to live a lie.

  Call me unrealistic, but I want my wife to be my own personal whore when I want her to be. A stripper when I wanted to spice shit up. A bitch that had no problem with rough sex, and a freak who isn’t afraid of being tied to the bed and while I fuck her for hours just because that's what the hell I wanted for that night. It sounds bad to others, but to me it’s perfection.

  My dick hit the front of my pants just thinking about it. I know many will condemn me for what I crave in a woman thinking I’m asking too much, but that’s why I tried to suppress it. It's not like I have no desire to take away her free will or anything. On the contrary, I want her will to be my will. I want her to have 100% faith in me, even when I fuck up. I wanted a woman that could see past my many flaws and embrace the fucked up kinky man that I am and tell me it’s okay to be who I am. I know I’ll never get that in Amber. With Layla I not only had that, I was an idiot and l destroyed it.

  I hated that I was feeling this way about someone who’d helped me during my darkest times after I left Layla, but I can’t lie to myself anymore. I simply don’t want what Amber had to offer anymore. Thing about me is I know I don't need a harem of women who are good at ONE thing. No, I just need one woman
who’s good at EVERYTHING, and all that she lacks, she’s willing to learn. Hell, we can learn together if we have to, because I want to be everything and more to her as well. I can finally be me again.

  Walking past Amber who is still rambling, I ignore her and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice. After I down the glass, I set it down in the sink and take a good hard look at her so I can figure out what in the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking. I was only trying to be the perfect son my mom and dad wanted me to be, and it’s backfired on me completely.

  “Amber, what would you do if I told you I wanted you to call me Daddy while I tie you up and spank you?” Perplexed, she looks at me like I have two heads and it’s not that I don’t understand why. It sounds completely disgusting when said, but that look… That look said I was disgusting for my taste in sex, and that was unbearable for me to live with. No, I can’t do this anymore. Shaking my head, I open the door to my apartment, knowing I was not coming back as long as she was here. Amber and I are through. It’s high time I treat my Princess like the rare jewel she is.

  Flashback Five

  “Are you and your Princess doing anything together over the summer?” I looked to my side and Aaron sat in the desk next to me, looking giddy and curious. Ever since the movie date, he’s been hounding me about my relationship. Though I can’t blame him, it was still a bit annoying. Not to mention I hated when he called her that. Princess was my nickname for her, no one else’s.

  “Dude, chill. Her name is Layla, and no not really. I have to go to my grandparents house for the summer break.”

  “Awww bummer dude. Do you think you can get Princess to-” I round on him looking pissed, and he made a face.

  “Seriously, stop calling her that. I told you her name is Layla.”

  “Relax, it’s not that serious. I was only calling her what you call her.” That made me snap.

  “I told you I don’t like it, so stop.”

  “I can call her whatever I want. You cannot.”