by Dani Wyatt
Over the years there have been occasions when she’s mentioned a date here and there, and in some ways I wish she would find someone to suit her, but on the other hand I couldn’t imagine not having her full attention when and where it is required to keep my own dangerous business on the rails.
She’s attractive, but our relationship is strictly professional and neither of us have ever shown any interest otherwise.
“Looks messy.” I draw a deep breath through my nose and shake my head. “But, nothing I can’t handle.” I manage a confident smile as I flip through the dossier, reading over my own notes of who the client is right now and the plan for the person they will become after I’ve done my job.
“You trying to convince me or you?” She reads me perfectly and it’s annoying, but it’s why we work so well together.
I’m twitchy about this job and there’s no hiding it from Sarah. Something about it feels off. But it could also just be that I’m losing my taste for all of it. “Both.” I answer as she moves toward her seat across the aisle where she has her own desk area set up with her laptop open and a few files on some pending potential jobs.
“Ready when you are, boss.” She taps the keys and gives me a side glance.
“Okay. Here’s the plan...” I pull my pen from my pocket and begin jotting notes onto the fresh legal pad on the desk, giving Sarah things to check on or update as we go.
As I write with one hand, I flip open my own laptop with the other and confirm the details of the new life I’ve designed for the man who, after today, will only be formerly known as Leonard Calfus.
F O U R
Ginger
IT WAS ONLY A COUPLE hours after last time we messaged when my phone lit up with more texts from Daddy. I was so happy. He said he can’t stop thinking about me and just hearing him say that makes me swoon.
He must have texted George right before me, because he tapped on his phone after receiving a message while I took my turn at our RISK game, then excused himself with a shrug of a shoulder. Said he had to run a quick errand and he’d be back in an hour.
With that, he left out the front door, making sure I was locked and secured inside with the alarm system on. I don’t know exactly what their working relationship is, but I know that when Daddy tells George to do something, there’s no hesitation.
His messages this time are a little spicier and I love when he’s like this. I know for him, the sexy part of our relationship is directly connected to his love for me.
Him: Daddy’s thinking your pussy is wet for me right now. Think of me pushing my cock deep inside you, Babybear. Cumming deep inside, making you more and more mine. Showing you who you belong to. Who you are. My own personal pleasure toy. My precious princess. My best girl. My only girl.
Things in my body start to tingle deep down. Suddenly my heart is racing and heat cascades over my skin. How can a simple text message turn me into a jiggling pile of Jello?
Me: Yes, Daddy.
I’m not sure, but he can do it.
Him: I know every morning, from the moment I wake up, that my life is better because you are in it. And your cunt is my own flavor of sex candy. So, my God, more than even all the other parts of you I love, that’s the golden cherry nugget on top. Your pussy was made for me, my love.
Me: Thank you, Daddy.
Now I’m a wiggling, quivering pile of Jello with wet panties and a heart that just grew three sizes.
Him: You’re very welcome, baby. Now, go to the play room and take off your clothes. Lock the door once you are inside. I’ll wait. Go now.
My panties are already soaking, knowing Daddy is going to talk me though some play. I was surprised when he texted me just a couple hours after our last communication. Sometimes it is much longer before I hear from him when he’s gone off to work, so when he said he wanted my hot little cunt to cum for him waves of tingling anticipation showered through me.
I take the stairs two at a time and sprint down the hall toward our play room. Once inside I do as he says and close and turn the deadbolt on the door behind me. Only Daddy has a key, so I know for sure once I’m inside I’m shut off from the world—even if George comes back he won’t be able to get in.
Me: I’m here.
I text quickly and try to slow my breathing. I’m nearly panting both from the pace of my trek to the room but also from the excitement. has something sexy on his mind.
I never know what he has up his sleeve, but what I do know is he can melt my panties and my heart with a few words in text as much as he can with his hands, mouth and cock in person. He just has this powerful way about him. He knows just what to say to turn me into a puddle.
After stripping off my clothes I pick up my phone and settle onto the king size bed in the center of the room. The walls are a silvery copper color and glow with metallic flecks, while the four wooden posts on the custom bed have discrete hooks and holes in them where Daddy sometimes uses rope or straps on me when we play.
He has even sent me flying. Tying me with intricate rope and fixing it to the ‘X’ cross that runs diagonally from the kitty corner posts. All I need to do is walk into this room and my throat tightens, my lady parts tingle and my panties are toast.
That is, if Daddy has told me to wear panties that day. Enter Rule number twelve, always ask Daddy if it’s a panty or no panty day.
Him: Are you naked?
Me: Yes, Daddybear. I’m sitting on the bed.
Him: Did I tell you to sit on the bed?
My heart thumps in my chest. Even through text I detect his tone of disapproval. When Daddy is like this, I know better than to give him any backchat. When he’s very specific about his instructions, I know that he demands my complete obedience.
Me: No, Sir. I’m sorry. Where would you like me to be?
Him: Tosses up the ‘Sir’. Good idea, BBB. You’ve learned well. I want you to go to the second drawer in the dresser, under the mirror. Take out the purple Hitachi wand, then take the black iPhone I’ve left set up on the tripod in the closet and place it in front of the leather chair. Do you understand these instructions?
Me: Yes, DB.
Him: Goodgirl. Now, put this phone down and do as you’re told. Once you have completed my commands, retrieve your phone and go stand by the chair and text me everything is in order. Do it now. I will wait.
Tension and desire thrum between my legs as I move with haste to complete his directives. Warmth gathers on my cheeks and flashes down my chest as my nipples draw tight and the roar of blood rushes through my ears.
Deafening silence fills the room as I check and double check I’m doing exactly as I’ve been told, heart thundering at the thought that I might have missed something, done something wrong or will disappoint Daddy in some way.
Once I’ve made sure everything is in order, I retrieve my phone, then walk over and stand beside the leather armchair. It could be straight out of a medieval castle, and with me standing here without a shred of clothing I feel beautiful and spoiled, like a princess. Taking one last deep breath and hoping I completed everything properly, I tap out a reply.
Me: All done, Daddybear.
His reply doesn’t come immediately and my already racing heart picks up another notch, leaving me feeling like I’ve just run up a hill.
Thirty agonizing seconds later I see the three dots on the text screen begin to pulse and his reply follows.
Him: That’s my girl. Now, open the iPhone—the password is your birthday—and connect the Whatsapp to the number I’ve programmed in. That is a new phone I have with me, just for us to use for these sessions. We will be on video feed and you can put your own phone down. Understand my instructions, Babybear?
Me: Yes, Daddybear.
I swallow hard. I’ve never done a video for Daddy while he’s been away. I know he doesn’t see what I see, but I’m still self-conscious about how I look. In the past, Daddy has always excused me when he’s suggested I try a video.
But, there’s a distinct
difference between when Daddy makes a suggestion and a request. Requests are not denied, suggestions leave some wiggle room. I’ve learned the difference.
Enter Rule #1: Never say ‘no’ to Daddy.
This is part of a set of twenty-one rules I have to follow, and he reserves the right to create more. Which he does, too, from time to time.
As far as Rule #1, I can discuss, I can use other words, but I am never to directly say ‘no’ to him. And on the few occasions I’ve slipped up, consequences followed.
But it wasn’t the red bottom, or the two hundred lines he had me write, “I will never say ‘no’ to Daddy”, or the corner time I spent looking down at my toes for an hour while I stood on a pile of dry rice.
Nope. It is never the punishment that hurts the most.
It’s the disappointment I see in his eyes. That is what squeezes my heart until I think it will burst.
Him: Goodgirl. I have the other phone here with me. I’ll wait for you to connect. Do it now.
I follow his directions and in a few moments, we are face to face on the video feed.
“Hello, beautiful.” His playful tone sends a new set of shivers coursing through me. He can be so stern, so commanding, then on a dime the sweetest, most romantic man on the planet. “You know you are the sweetest thing in my life every day. How’s my girl?”
“She’s good.” I don’t try to hold back the silly grin that covers my face.
He smiles back with approval and I nearly come from the simple look on his face.
“Sit in the chair.” He orders, his voice returning to the deeper baritone. “Place one leg over each arm and show me that pussy. Are you wet?”
Trembling, I do as he instructs, then in a squeak of an answer I reply, “I think so, Daddy.” I reach up and pull off my glasses, setting them on the table next to where I’m seated.
“You think so? Hmmm, Babybear, Daddy wants to know for sure. Looking at that cunt you’re showing me, I’d say yes. But we need to be sure. Take two fingers and spread that tight little hole that belongs to me and tell me for sure. Answer me clearly this time. Are you wet? You know I do not like to ask the same question twice, baby.”
My stomach flips and I swallow hard as my body answers the question with a surge of arousal before my two fingers dip into my slit, hot and slippery at his words.
On a shaky breath I answer breathlessly, “Yes, very wet, Daddybear.”
Glancing at his face, I remember how doubtful I was when he first approached me, doubtful that a man like this could be interested in a girl like me.
I’m more fade-into-the-background than strut-the-runway type. I mean, I cut my own hair and Daddy tells me how he likes my crooked bangs and my glasses.
That’s why it always amazed me that my family thought I could win pageants. I guess it was wishful thinking, combined with the crazy diets and cosmetic procedures they thought would fix the unfixable. I wore contacts for years with them, but when I left I decided I liked my glasses.
Besides, contacts cost money and that wasn’t something that was in abundance any longer, so glasses it was.
Stas isn’t that slick, downtown typical playboy type, but he’s got that thing. He’s a man in every sense of the word, he gives zero fucks what anyone thinks about him. I like to think I’ve got a pretty good head on my shoulders and I’ve never been seduced by a boy or man before. But him...
If I am honest, I fell under his spell that day in the checkout line when I’d looked back, so embarrassed, and saw something flicker in his eyes. Something that said to me, “It will be okay. I’m here”.
Even though I fought it hard and did everything in my power to throw up road blocks and build stone walls around my heart, this rugged Russian in handmade suits destroyed every one of those obstacles and has barely let my feet touch the ground since.
“Goodgirl. I like you wet. Now take those two fingers and circle your clit. Don’t touch it, just slowly go around and around while I watch.” He licks his bottom lip on a pause and I curl my toes as they hang on the outside of the chair arms.
Then he continues. “And for the record, my cock is hard but more than that, my heart is full looking at your beautiful face. You know, even when I close my eyes, I see you. I’ve memorized you so you are with me always. But this is better. In person is best, but this helps me. I need this. I hate being away, I hate it.”
“Me too.” I look in the background of where he’s sitting. He’s supposed to be on an airplane, so I sure hope no one else is around. Stas isn’t one to share me in any inappropriate way, so I try not to worry, but I can’t relax entirely until I know. “Daddy? There’s no one else that can see me or hear us, right?”
“No, baby.” He smiles. “You know what’s mine is mine and I would never share this part of our life with anyone. We had to land the plane to fix a mechanical problem. Just a problem with a gauge, nothing serious, so I wanted to call you. I’m in a private section of the plane, there’s a door separating the main seating area from this one. I’ll go back out when we’re done, but for now you’re safe. Everything is private, sweet girl.”
“Thank you, Daddybear.” I add, the last bit of nerves flowing out of me as I touch myself and enjoy the way his eyes are trained on me.
“You stay safe for me while I’m gone, Babybear. I worry about you every moment.” His voice stalls before I watch his hand grip his mouth then slide down to his chin.
That’s one of the many things that made me fall in love with him. His need to keep me safe. I’ve never really felt safe in my life, I’d just learned to make do. Even with my own parents, I was a means to an end. Putting me in harm’s way was never a second thought for them.
And no one in my family was ever loyal. It was no secret my grandfather played around on my grandmother. There were some other dirty secrets, too, that I gleaned from bits and pieces of conversation and dropped comments, something about my grandmother having something once on the side as well.
Even a side long comment from my father to my mother made me wonder. My father was no saint either. His habit of not coming home at night and sneaking off for a few days on ‘business’ never made sense, not really.
He worked with my Grandfather when he was alive and then my Grandmother, managing some of my Grandfather’s investments and the properties after he passed away. There was not ever any real reason for him to travel, so my upbringing sort of taught me no one is loyal and I know I bring that with me into my relationship with Stas.
The first day, which turned into our first date, Daddy made me a promise. Told me he would follow me, or have his people follow me, to make sure I got wherever I was going safe and secure. But he told me not to be scared. It was just because he knew there was a girl that had been raped a few days before in my neighborhood, and he didn’t want that to happen to anyone—especially not his girl.
He even told me the building where I lived was under constant surveillance, so not to be alarmed if I saw people watching me. He told me I would know it was his people because he would have them all wear black slacks and a navy-blue hoodies so they fit in on this side of town, but that I wouldn’t be alarmed to see men watching me.
He said he would never forgive himself if anything happened, and he would not be able to sleep without knowing I was okay.
All of that should have screamed, ‘stalker’ and scared me, but for some reason it didn’t. The way he said it, the way he wanted nothing in return...all he wanted was to make sure I knew that if nothing else, if I never spoke to him again, if I never went out with him, he’d taken it on as his new mission in life to make sure I was safe.
That simple.
And from that day on, he’s never wavered on that promise.
In the end the whole thing was only necessary for a few days anyway. Another rape, a girl I knew by sight, though not to talk to, who lived in my building. That scared the crud out of me.
Daddy told me then in no uncertain terms that I was moving in with him and to boot
he’d already emptied out my belongings from my apartment. He said it only solidified his decision when he went to my landlord with five-hundred dollars to let him into my apartment and he took the money without hesitation and let him in.
Stas then used the payoff against the landlord, telling him he better install more security or he would buy the building and the guy would be out of a job. But it’s that sense of security that allows me to be what I am for him right now. When his voice breaks into my thoughts I shiver and feel the tightening tingle in my nipples. His dark voice fills my ears as he continues to guide and instruct me.
“Now, remember, just because I’m not right there doesn’t mean you don’t need to say please and ask to cum. Your orgasms are mine, baby. Now, take that wand and turn it on. Lightly touch it just to the outside lips of that dripping cunt of mine until I say otherwise. Do it now.”
I hover somewhere between being giddy and wildly wanton. My inhibitions tick in the back of my head but the look of sheer lust in Daddy’s eyes urges me on.
The wand vibrates in my hand as I guide it downward. I’ve used a few toys with Daddy before but usually he is in charge. My experience on my own is limited but from the first brush of the wide rubber head of this magic wand my body nearly convulses as I run it over my bare outer lips.
“That’s my girl.” I hear as my eyes close and the back of my head falls to the softness of the chair, a moan tightening my throat.
Need and lust course through me and tighten the muscles in my inner thighs. Daddy’s voice seduces me as I rub the toy around as he instructed.
“Daddy watches you in the bathtub, baby.” He begins the fantasy as he does sometimes when we are together. He knows it drives me right to the edge. “I see you now. You’re touching yourself while you think of me, aren’t you? Thinking of your Daddy. Wondering if I think of you too. Think of my babygirl in such a dirty way. A way daddies shouldn’t.”