Yes Daddy (Daddy Knows Best Book 2)

by Kelly Myers

  I just barely pressed the tip of my finger in, and circled it around. Her back arched off the bed, and I pushed my finger in and found her sweet spot; I spent a few seconds rubbing circles over her g spot until her muscles were tight as a bowstring.

  It was time -- we'd waited long enough. I rolled the condom on. Kneeling between her legs, I positioned myself and finally slid the tip of my cock into her body. Soon enough I met resistance.

  She made a tiny pained sound. I glanced up at her face to see her wincing. It had been a long time since I took someone's virginity. I needed to take care and be gentle with her. I groaned as my cock entered her body, but didn't push further. I went down on my elbows and crawled all the way on top of her.

  I smoothed my hands over her cheeks. “Does it hurt?” I asked.

  “Yes daddy, it does hurt,” she said

  I bowed my head. How could one person have this much of an effect on me? “Unless you tell me to stop now, I'm going to keep going. The only way for it to get better is for me to press ahead and not quit now.”

  “Right,” she said “Keep going. I want you to. “

  “I'll make sure it's good for you.” I leaned down to kiss her. I pushed my hand between our bodies to get at her clit. I pulled on it gently, and alternated with pulling and squeezing until she was a writhing mess.

  “Please daddy,” she begged. “Please, I'm ready now.”

  I push forward again, plunging deeper into her body. She cried out but quickly recovered. Her eyes slipped closed as her body adjusted. “It's much better now, thank you daddy. “

  Her body pulled me in. Her pussy welcomed me. I wasn't sure I'd ever felt pleasure quite like this.

  I buried my cock all the way in. “Now that you're no longer a virgin, there are more things that we can do.”

  She put her hands on my pecs.“Like what?”

  “Well, you've been reading the book I gave you.”

  “Yes daddy.”

  “Have you gotten to the section that covers sex clubs?” I asked.

  “Yes daddy, I have. Does Florida have one?”

  “They have many,'' I said. “Some of them are even decent, if you know where to look. Tonight we're going shopping and I'm going to buy you an outfit. Then on Friday night, I'm going to take you to one of the clubs.”

  Her reaction to the different types of lifestyles she saw in the club would give me a good indication of how far she wanted to take this dynamic between us. If she never wanted to go any further, that would suit me just fine.

  She was submissive in all the right ways, which worked perfectly for my dominant side. She did what I asked, when I asked, without arguing, and she was so beautifully responsive in bed. The day she started calling me Daddy, I nearly exploded. So, I didn't need anything else to be satisfied.

  One day she would move on from me. In the meantime, I'd like to give her a good basis for understanding when she found another partner. I couldn't bear the thought of sending her into the world unprepared. I wanted her to know how to deal with someone who might try to take advantage of her. And yet the thought of her with another man made me irrationally angry. I did not want anyone’s hands on her -- ever.

  “We're going to a club?” she asked.

  “Do you have an objection?”

  “No. I don't. As long as it's legal.”

  “There were times in the past when they weren't, but I would not risk your future on something illegal.”

  “Thank you Daddy. In that case, I can’t wait to go.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Eden

  Luke had told me to hire more people, so that’s what I did. I wrote up an ad and put it on several websites, and I posted it in a few shops around town, including the one where the twins had eaten ice cream on the first day we arrived.

  Two days after I’d posted the ad, applicants began to show up. As I’d told Luke, I’d never done any hiring. But I had done a lot of supervisory work over the years. I’d been put in charge of other workers when I was just seventeen. And they had all resented me, and I’d done everything I could to learn how to make it work.

  Sometimes I succeeded, sometimes I failed. So I might not have hiring skills, but I had management skills for minimum wage employees. That particular experience made it very easy for me to weed out the people who weren’t looking to work hard. After twelve interviews, I finally found a good candidate.

  Her name was Daniela, and she was a local, and she’d just left her job as a nanny when the family moved. She wanted a break from the demands of caring for children full-time, so she decided to try hospitality.

  She was focused, serious, and appeared to be a hard worker. I knew I’d found the right person, and I wanted to hire her on the spot, but I wanted to run it by Luke. “Just a moment Daniela, and I’ll be right back with you.”

  I popped into Luke’s office. “I think I found the right person. Do you want to meet her?”

  He looked up. “You think she’s the right hire?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Then I don’t need to meet her.”

  “Okay, thanks.” I gave him my best smile, and I went back to Daniela. I’d never had a boss trust me like that. Not even after years of working at the grocery store. Part of me wondered if it was because we were semi-dating, but I didn’t think so, not really. Luke seemed too serious to consider jeopardizing his business because of that.

  Maybe he was just a good boss, and realized that I did have appropriate experience to figure out hiring someone. I went back to Daniela.

  “Good news,” I said to her. “You’re hired.”

  Her face lit up. “Really?”

  “Yes. I’ve interviewed a dozen people and you are the one that is the right fit. You can start as soon as you’d like.”

  “I can start now,” she said.

  I’d been in that position this summer, desperately in need of a paycheck. “That’s great,” I said. “Let me make a copy of your driver’s license, and we’ll get your paperwork started. I can go ahead and give you a tour, and show you what you’ll be doing.”

  I showed Daniela around the grounds. I took a clipboard with me, so I didn’t forget any of the responsibilities I needed to share with her. Lastly I went through a checklist in my head, but I wanted to be professional with her.

  When we got to the pool I told her, “if you’re done with work for the day, and there aren’t any guests in the pool, you can use it. Same goes for the equipment. Just make sure that there’s enough for all the guests first.”

  “Wow, that’s amazing.”

  “Yes, our boss is pretty flexible. And you can use the private part of the beach anytime, even if there are families around.”

  “Thank you.” I continued showing her around, and we ended up chatting and getting to know each other, and she promised she’d be back at eight a.m. the next day, ready to start work.

  And sure enough, she did show up, early just like I had on my first day. She scrubbed the lobby, went to the store to buy more snacks, and cleaned the empty guest rooms on her first morning there.

  I forced her to take a lunch break, and the two of us took our lunches to the beach, where we sat under one of the empty umbrellas that Luke kept for guests.

  It looked like I now had a friend in Seagrove. I was going to miss her when I left for college. Which reminded me that I’d be leaving Luke behind too.

  Was there any way he would want to continue our relationship, once I wasn’t here all day every day? I wasn’t sure.

  But maybe I’d work up the nerve to ask before I moved.

  On Friday night, I got dressed up in the outfit that Luke had chosen for me.

  He had chosen a black sheath dress for me. It was the type of dress that could be worn to any type of party. He also got me some sheer black hose and some strappy heels to go with it.

  He wasn’t dressed out of the ordinary either. He had on slim fitting tailored blue jeans and a nice polo shirt. It was black and the fit was more
snug than polo he wore at the hotel. The short sleeves showed off his strong biceps. And the fabric stretched across his muscled pecs. I took a second to admire his wide shoulders as he escorted me into the building.

  The club was off the beaten path just a little, and it was not the seedy hole in the wall that I had expected. It was located inside a clapboard house that looked like so many others near the beach. I’d expected a dark scary dungeon, but this was set up a lot like Luke’s hotel. A hotel with a guard at the door. The woman who was working the entrance either knew Luke, or had been expecting him, because he showed his ID and then we were ushered in.

  “I have a membership here,” he said to me. “I haven’t been a lot since I arrived in Florida, but it’s a nice place and they follow the rules.”

  It pained me to think about him with other women. But, he had mentioned that he was thirty eight years old, so it was unrealistic of me to expect that someone that looked like a Greek God wouldn’t have multiple partners.

  He told me that I had to be exclusive with him which wasn’t a problem obviously. No other man existed that I wanted to be with. Yesterday he casually mentioned that he wouldn’t see anybody else either.

  He already told me that so I supposed that he wanted to reassure me which was kind of him.

  As we walked in, a dining area was visible, and it looked like someone was throwing a dinner party.

  The front room looked like any nice restaurant or bar I’ve ever seen on TV. There were tables, and couples sitting at those tables that looked like they were having a nice dinner.

  Then my jaw dropped. At one of the tables, a woman knelt beside a man, with her knees planted on a plush cushion. Around her neck she wore a collar, and attached to that collar was a leash.

  The only other article of clothing she wore was a sheer bodysuit. Every so often the man -- who I assumed was her dominant -- would pick up a strawberry and feed it to her.

  I couldn’t fathom ever wanting to be that public with my submission. I had learned from the book that a submissive was the name for a person who wanted to submit in bed, which describes me perfectly.

  Some people got off on showing their submission or dominance in public. That wasn’t me. I wanted it to be between me and Luke. However, the site of the woman kneeling and being hand fed by her dominant did turn me on.

  I wasn’t sure how I felt about the collar either, although when I imagine Luke’s large hand buckling a similar piece of jewelry around my throat, my pussy throbbed.

  “I see you looking over at that couple with the collar and leash. Do you like what you see?”

  “Is it okay to look at them?” The last thing I wanted to do was violate some unspoken protocol.

  “Absolutely,” he said. “If those people didn’t like exhibitionism, they wouldn’t be in the front room. They’re both probably turned on having you watch them. But there’s no requirement that you have to do anything like that.”

  “She’s beautiful,” I said. I hadn’t even really looked at the man. No other man was worth looking at with Luke in the room.

  And, apparently I wasn’t the only one that felt that way. As soon as we walked into the club, several heads turned to openly stare at Luke. “There sure were plenty of women looking at you.” I said to him.

  “Does that bother you? Does that make you jealous?” he asked.

  “I don’t like it,” I said. “But it doesn’t surprise me, because you’re the best looking man here.”

  Luke chuckled. “Well thank you,” he said. “I don’t blame you for being jealous. I don’t want anyone looking at you like that at all -- ever. If you’re naked, or even dressed in lingerie, it’s for my eyes only.”

  He took one of my hands in both of his. His hands were warm and comforting. “Would you like to go to the next room? If not, it’s perfectly fine if we stop here and have some dinner.”

  “No, I’m fine. I’d like to see the rest,” I insisted. Based on my reading and my research, there could be any number of things going on in the club. I wanted to see them first.

  The next room was far different than the first. The lighting was dimmer and there were no tables and chairs. There were sofas and cushions spread all around the room. Some of the people in the room were completely naked, mostly women but not all; some men were naked too. There was erotic movie playing on a projector in the front of the room, and everyone in the room was watching, even as they fondled their partners.

  The next room had even less lighting.

  There was a stage set up in the front, with rows of chairs. It looked like a theater. On stage, a woman lay over a padded bench, with her backside in the air. Behind her, a man held a paddle of some kind, and as I watched, the man swung his arm and smacked the woman’s backside with the paddle.

  The woman cried out, and I jumped.

  This time I felt Luke’s warm hand on the back of my neck. “Are you okay?” he asked. “We can leave anytime you’re ready.”

  I took a steadying breath. Seeing the woman spanked didn’t upset me. Luke had only spanked me as a punishment, but I’d gotten turned on at the end. Was this woman enjoying this spanking, or was she being punished as well?

  Luke took me by the elbow. “Let’s sit down.” He tugged me into one of the chairs. He nodded toward the stage. “I can tell from your face you’re curious. You can ask me anything.”

  “Is she enjoying that?” I asked.

  “Yes, she absolutely is. She’s being spanked for pleasure, and she enjoys a little bit of pain.”

  I didn’t want to know how he knew that about the woman on stage. I was going to pretend that he guessed about the woman’s preferences, and didn’t have personal experience with her.

  Luke put his hand on my cheek. “When I spanked you, I wanted to do something you’d remember, and make your bottom sting. I would never spank you with a paddle, not unless you asked me to. And that would be a really long time away from now. It’s not for beginners.”

  “So there are spankings for pleasure, and spankings for punishment.”

  “Yes. If you’re interested, we can try a pleasurable spanking and see if you like it.”

  “Maybe someday,” I said, although I was far more curious about a pleasure spanking than I let on. I’d gotten really turned on at the end of my punishment, and I’d wanted more from Luke. He’d denied me an orgasm because I’d been in trouble, and I’d respected my Daddy’s wishes. But I wondered what it would be like to come from a spanking. “Why did I get turned on when you spanked me?” I asked, wondering what he’d say.

  “That’s complicated. The scientific answer is that your brain is wired that way -- it releases chemicals that make you enjoy it. I’ll find some more books that go into brain chemistry if you want.”

  “I’d like that.” I was planning to do some research of my own too.

  “If I’m ever spanking you and you need to stop, you can say ‘red’ and I’ll stop, you know that right?” Luke asked.

  “Yes daddy. But what about the punishment? Wouldn’t saying red mean I was getting out of being punished?”

  His eyes crinkled when he smiled at me. “We’ll find another method. You might have a time out, or have to write an essay.”

  An essay? That didn’t sound very sexy, although I’d always been good at writing essays.

  Luke’s hand brushed over the back of my head, interrupting my thoughts. “Are you ready to go back home?” he asked.

  “Are there more rooms?”

  “Yes. But they’re not for people just starting out. We stayed in the tamer areas. I think you’ve seen enough for now.”

  “This is the tamer area? What’s the more advanced are like?”

  “Piercings, extreme pain, flogging,” he said.

  I swallowed hard. I definitely wasn’t ready for that. The club had both shocked me, and fascinated me, and I was ready to be alone with Luke.

  He pulled me close and whispered in my ear. “I am ready to have you again, and soon.”

>   I shuddered. “Yes. I want that too.”

  “Your corsets arrived in the mail today. You’ll wear one for me tonight.”

  I couldn’t wait to get back.

  At the beach house, Luke pointed at my room. “Go shower, dry off, and put on the black corset and garter belt set. Meet me in thirty minutes.”

  This would only be the second time he’d fucked me. The day after he took my virginity, he’d made me lie down on the bed, completely naked. He’d pushed my legs open and examined my pussy. He’d said it was too sore for me to take his cock again.

  I’d been turned on, but he was right. His cock was large, and it had fully stretched my pussy to the point of making it raw. But I was fully healed now, and ready for him again.

  When I emerged, he rubbed his hand over his face. “Damn Eden. I don’t know that I’m going to survive you wearing this lingerie.” His eyes zeroed in on the space between my legs. “Are you still sore?”

  “No daddy. I’m not.”

  “Good. You’re going to be tied up tonight.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Luke

  I’d made sure to keep Eden in the tamer sections of the club. She’d been curious about what was going on in all the rooms, although her face had paled when I mentioned the more hardcore activities that went on in the back.

  Now that she was wearing the corset, I was ready to restrain her. When she was working one day, I’d installed a discreet hook in the ceiling of my bedroom. It was directly over the armchair. It would be possible for me to run a silk ribbon through it, and tie Eden’s arms up, and suspend them over her head. That’s exactly what I wanted this time. I wanted her arms above her head, while she straddled my lap and rode my cock.

  The corset was the perfect style for her. It pushed her breasts up, and accentuated her curvy waist. I couldn’t wait to fuck her while she was wearing it.