Don't Call Me Daddy (Once Upon a Daddy)

by Kelli Callahan

  Ainsley’s panties are saturated. So wet that they stick when they are pulled away from her pussy. This fantasy has turned her on, no doubt about that. I push her shorts far enough that they can fall to her ankles and then do the same with her panties. She squirms and pulls a foot free, then spreads her legs so that her clit can rest directly on my knee.

  She wants me to make her come. I don’t think she’s going to need much help from me this time. The spanking seems to be getting her there just fine. I might even push her over the edge with a single touch if I stopped to rub her clit.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Oh god.” Ainsley moans as soon as my hand contacts contact with her bare ass.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “I’m surprised a spanking is all you’re going to give me.” Ainsley grinds her clit into my leg and looks over her shoulder at me.

  “You were expecting it to be worse than that?” I narrow my eyes.

  “Well, I heard that you take advantage of girls in handcuffs.” She jingles them at me. “It isn't like I could fight back if you did.”

  “Sounds like my reputation precedes me.” I laugh under my breath.

  “It does…” She bites down on her bottom lip and grins.

  I don’t need another invitation. My dick is already throbbing. I let her slide to the floor between my knees while I unfasten my pants.

  “Open your mouth.” I grab her by the hair and pull her closer. She moans with excitement, and her mouth opens on command.

  I drive my dick in—hard. Even harder than I intended. She has her hands behind her back, and all she can do is take it. She opens wide as I push and lets my cock slide into her throat. I’m more aggressive than normal. Ainsley has brought that out of me, and I kind of like it. She begs me with her eyes. She likes it too. I take that as an open invitation to be rougher and fuck her mouth while she moans like she’s enjoying every second.

  “I bet you’ve heard that I do a lot more than this to the prisoners who get sent to me, haven’t you?” I narrow my eyes and continue to fuck her wet mouth.

  “Mm-hmm,” she moans her response, and I feel the echo all the way to my balls.

  I want to come in her mouth, but I want something else a lot more. I spend several minutes savoring the wet, warm paradise before pulling my cock free. She gasps for air, and I drive it into her throat one more time just because I can.

  “What else are you going to do to me, Warden Brooks?” She twists her legs together like she’s trying to give herself any bit of pleasure she can.

  “You’re about to find out,” I growl at her and reach for the cuffs.

  I don’t bother with a key. I snap the safety lock and free a wrist, then pull her onto the bed. She moves with me as I handcuff her to the headboard of the bed. Then she pretends to fight. She whimpers. I’ve had an animal unleashed inside me. It ignores the fantasy. It wants her pussy. I strip off my clothes so fast I pop threads on my tie and lose a button on my shirt. She squeezes her legs together and smiles when I force them apart.

  “Oh god!” She gasps as I drop between her thighs and enter her pussy.

  “You’re mine.” I thrust and lean close enough for my words to echo in her ear. “All fucking mine.”

  “Yes!” she purrs. She’s done with the fantasy too. This is just us. I hope…

  My body slams into hers. It’s hard and fast, with no regard for anything except the pleasure we’re both chasing. She gets there first, and I fuck her right through her first orgasm. I barely acknowledge it. My hands explore her body, and I expose her tits. I squeeze and caress them as I lift up to fuck her harder.

  “Oh god, fuck me, Daddy!” She erupts with a second orgasm. “Fuck me!”

  I shudder. Not in a bad way; it was just unexpected. She’s said it before in the heat of passion. From one fantasy to the next. I guess it isn’t just us. I’m too far gone to care at this point. My dick hits her g-spot every time it goes deep, and her beautiful spasms bring me so close to a nut that I can feel my balls aching. I keep going until I can’t hold back any longer.

  “I’m gonna come!” I feel my body shake.

  “Come in me, Daddy.” She wraps her arms around my neck and holds on tight. “I want to feel you.”

  Now I’m obeying her. My hips jerk, and my thrusts become erratic. I meet her second orgasm with my own as I explode inside her pussy. My thrusts slow, but I keep hammering her tight little hole until she’s savored every ounce of pleasure her orgasm can give.

  I crash into the mattress beside her and lift a hand to snap the safety lock on her left wrist. She finishes removing them and slides into my arms.

  Maybe it doesn’t matter how it starts if it always leads to this.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Ainsley

  I lay awake in Lawson’s arms. I’ve tasted bliss, but my body craves more. I just need enough energy to get there. I listen to Lawson’s heart as it slows to a steady beat in his chest instead of a constant rush. Silence is divine, but it feels like the calm before a beautiful storm. The start to a very long weekend exactly where I want to be.

  Right here.

  With him.

  We rest for about an hour without saying a word, then I slowly move my hand along his gorgeous ink and tease him back to life.

  “Did you enjoy that fantasy?” I look up at him and grin.

  “It…” He sighs. “We both did, obviously.”

  “Can I show you what else I got?” I lift up.

  “What do you mean?” He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t go. I’m enjoying this.”

  “I’ll be right back.” I pull away from his embrace and slide to the end of the bed. “I promise.”

  I don’t bother getting dressed, and I leave the door open when I go. I hope he’ll get a clear view of what he’s missing for the brief time it takes me to go to the living room and retrieve my bag. When I turn back around, his eyes are locked on me. I start back down the hall and catch a glimpse of my ass in the mirror. It’s blushed pink, with a couple of red spots along the middle. It will definitely be ready for more, just as soon as I can find an excuse to get back across his knee.

  “Alright, check this out.” I drop my bag on the bed and open it. “You already met Prisoner Ainsley.”

  “Yes.” He nods.

  “You’ll also get to meet Devilish Ainsley this weekend.” I pull out a costume that is basically panties, a thin bra, and horns.

  “Interesting…” He looks at the costume as I drop it on the bed.

  “Sassy Ainsley.” I grin as I pull out a costume that is a sexy version of a secretary’s outfit. “Or, Naughty Secretary Ainsley, if you prefer.”

  “Wow.” He blinks a couple of times. “What did you do, rob a Halloween store? Is that why you were in prison?”

  “No, it was on sale.” I giggle to myself and pull out the next one. “I don’t know how this one will work, but I thought it was cute. Ever wanted to be with Supergirl?”

  “Uh…” He shrugs. “Can’t say that I have.”

  “I thought you might like it since you were Clark Kent at the party.” I nod and toss it on the bed. “Oh, and the best we’ll save for last. Maybe tomorrow night or even Sunday morning before I leave.”

  “Alright.” He sighs.

  “Naughty Schoolgirl Ainsley!” I pull out the most revealing schoolgirl outfit I could find at the store. “I bet her Daddy can’t wait to meet her.”

  “Well, this is—something.” He drops his head a little bit.

  “What’s wrong?” I sit on the bed and pack my costumes back into my bag. “We don’t have to try them all tonight, like I said.”

  “I’m just trying to figure out when regular old Ainsley Andrews gets to spend some time with regular old Lawson Brooks.” He lifts his head, and I see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

  “We can save one or two of them for my next trip.” I move closer to
him. “I just thought we could have some fun.”

  “I thought you were saving money. Sale or not…” He sighs. “For college?”

  “I don’t have to worry about that as much right now.” I shrug. “I’ll pick up some extra hours. These outfits didn’t cost much.”

  It’s a lie. I didn’t even look at the prices when I was buying them. I went crazy because I saw a sale and realized there were so many fantasies we could make with them, especially the last costume I showed him.

  “I need a drink.” He pulls away and reaches for his pants.

  I sit on the bed in confusion for a moment as Lawson leaves the bedroom. I’m not sure what just happened. I’m slightly offended by the way he reacted. I expected him to be as excited about the costumes as I am. He didn’t seem to mind the convict costume—we both enjoyed that. I slide on my shorts and my top before walking into the living room. Lawson is sitting at the table with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

  “What happened?” I sit at the table beside it.

  “I think we need to talk.” He exhales sharply. “Goddamn it, this is hard. I love spending time with you, I really do. This may be a mistake.”

  “A mistake?” I parrot what he said and stare at him in confusion.

  “I get that you have fantasies, and you enjoy living them out. I really do understand it, but there is more to a relationship than that. There’s more to intimacy than that. You’re young; it’s my fault for not realizing there would be such a huge gap between us when it came to this kind of stuff.” He shakes his head and takes a drag from his cigarette.

  “Are you saying I’m immature?” My head snaps back slightly.

  “In some ways, yes.” He nods. “In other ways, no. You’ve lived a life that is a lot different than most girls your age, so you seem more mature than you should be at times.”

  “So I need to tone it down.” A twinge of disappointment shoots through me. “Act more mature. Got it.”

  “We moved fast. That’s my fault too.” He sips his drink and stares directly past me. “I don’t know your favorite color. I don’t know your favorite move. Hell, I’ve probably never even heard of your favorite band.”

  “Blue. Melancholia. And you’re probably right about the band.” I sigh. “You realize the other side of that is true too.”

  “Exactly my point.” He nods. “I think our needs are very different, Ainsley. I like having fun with you. It’s great to pretend sometimes, but not always. I wanted to bring you back to my apartment after an amazing date and make love to you. Instead, I became the warden of Ainsley Max.”

  “That’s not fair.” My disappointment gives way to a tremor, and I feel tears building up. “That’s not fair at all. You knew this about me from the beginning. I was open and honest about my fantasies. I’ve never shared that with anyone. Is this because I called you Daddy? I don’t have to. I won’t—ever again. I promise.”

  “It’s more than that.” He shakes his head and stabs out his cigarette. “Let’s go back to bed. I’ve had a long week at work. You had a long drive today. We can talk more tomorrow.”

  “No.” I pull away when he tries to put a hand on my shoulder. “If this is how you really feel, I’m going home.”

  “That’s crazy. You drove all this way. It’s late.” He sighs. “I’m sorry, Ainsley. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

  “I’m glad you did.” I wipe away the tears as they begin to run down my face. “I’d rather know than keep living in a fantasy that I thought was real.”

  I’m trying to wrap my head around what just happened while my heart breaks in my chest. Lawson is such an incredible man. I thought we were falling in love. I didn’t realize I was pushing him away. I didn’t realize he was trying to push me away.

  I’ve tried not to be oblivious to his needs. I’ve offered not to call him Daddy and stopped when he wasn’t happy with it. He’s the one who came into the bedroom last weekend and offered to try out the fantasy with me. If he didn’t like it, he should’ve told me then.

  I storm past Lawson and go to the bedroom so I can gather my things. I’m not staying here. I don’t care how long the drive is. I’ll buy a couple of Red Bulls and be back in my bed before I know it.

  “Ainsley, wait.” Lawson walks into the bedroom behind me. “I really don’t think you should drive home.”

  “As you’ve clearly pointed out,” —I turn to him with my bag in my hand— “you’re not my daddy.”

  “I’m not trying to be.” He shakes his head. “I’m trying to be a man who cares about you enough to tell you that it’s crazy to drive home at this hour. Just stay. I’ll sleep on the fucking couch if I have to.”

  “Sleep in your own bed.” I brush past him. “I’ll sleep in mine.”

  I’m angry. I’m frustrated. I’m hurt. All at the same time. Lawson pursues me to the door, but he doesn’t stop me from leaving. He tries to say more, but I don’t listen. I’ve heard all I need to hear.

  I leave Lawson’s apartment with tears in his eyes, but I do everything I can to fight them off. He’s right. It is late. My anger will keep me awake until I get a Red Bull. I don’t even make it out of the parking lot before my phone lights up with Lawson’s number. I let it go to voicemail. It rings again. I force that one to voicemail. I make it to the gas station before my phone starts lighting up with text messages.

  Lawson: Ainsley, please come back.

  Lawson: Stay here tonight. Let’s talk in the morning.

  Lawson: I’m sorry.

  I read them but don’t respond. I buy a Red Bull, return to my car, and pick up my phone again. I spend a couple minutes typing a very hateful message, but I delete it instead of hitting the send button.

  Then I break down and cry.

  I replay our entire relationship in my head while I cry. It’s been a whirlwind of emotions with a flurry of heat that set our evenings on fire. I tried to think about it from his perspective a couple of times, but then I got swept up in my fantasies.

  They’re fun. They’re therapeutic in a way. Do I really want to lose Lawson over them? No. Maybe I’m immature sometimes—okay, a lot of times—but I’m mature enough right now to realize that driving back to Cedar Grove at this hour is stupid. I’m mature enough to understand how special it is to find someone like Lawson; sure, I haven’t been looking for a guy like him as long as some people search for true love, but what if this is it?

  I can’t throw that away. I have to try to fix it. He said we could talk tomorrow. There’s still a chance. I can be as open about giving him what he needs as he has been with exploring my fantasies. What we’ve shared has been too special for me to drive away and pretend it didn’t happen. He means too much to me.

  I pick up my phone to send a response to Lawson and glance up at the intersection in front of me. The light is green. I’m in the clear. It’ll be faster to drive to his apartment than try to text him on the way. I drop my phone into the passenger seat, and as I enter the intersection I see headlights coming at me from the right. Fast. Way too fast.

  I look in that direction just in time to hear screeching tires and see the headlights slam into the side of my car. Then I hear metal grinding on metal. The glass around me shatters. My car spins.

  Everything goes black.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Lawson

  I’m a fucking idiot. Goddamn it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ve been so damn good at bottling things up. I should have done that instead of letting it all out.

  Now she’s gone. She’s on her way back to Cedar Grove. It’s late. All I can do is sit here and worry because I’m pretty damn sure she isn’t going to answer my calls or return one of my text messages.

  We had such an amazing night. The fantasy in the bedroom wasn’t that bad. I just got overwhelmed when I saw all of those costumes. It was clear that she planned the entire weekend out. No time for Ainsley and Lawson. Just a bunch of damn fantasies. I tried to convince myself it didn’t matte
r if we got to the same place in the end, but then I saw that there was no time for us, and it pushed me over the edge.

  Any relationship with this kind of age difference is going to have problems. We got caught up in the moment, and then I got a reality check. Now I’m dealing with another one. Fuck, I should have just gone with it. I should have given it more time. There are only so many fantasies one person can have before there is eventually time for us.

  I called her immature. Not directly, but indirectly for sure. She may not be able to forgive me for that, even if she does return my call. I fucked up. We were two souls that found our way to each other because of the twisted path we walked to get there, and I put my needs above hers. I’m the immature one.

  My hand trembles as I try to pour myself another drink. It trembles again when I reach for my pack of smokes. I just took a big giant shit on the one person that was able to bring me back from the brink of despair. She saved me. I was a mess before I met her.

  I don’t want to be that man again.

  “Fuck!” I yell and punch the wall.

  I grab my keys and take off to my car. I don’t know if I can catch her, but I’ll drive ninety if I have to. I’ll follow her all the way to Cedar Grove just to get her to listen to me say what I should’ve said. I can’t blow up the only good thing I’ve had in years. She can wear any costume she wants to. I’ll buy her an entire fucking wardrobe if that’s what she wants.

  I hit the accelerator as soon as I get my car cranked up. I punch Cedar Grove into my GPS and start driving. I don’t know how the exact way, but all I can do is hope that my GPS will take the same route she did. That we’ll meet up again somewhere along the way.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I stare at the red and blue lights as I approach the intersection at the end of my block.

  Just my luck. An accident. Probably some drunk driver. I roll down my window and try to get a better look. It doesn’t look like I’m going to get through this intersection anytime soon. There are firetrucks, ambulances, and police cars. I see a guy in handcuffs who is bleeding from his head and being tended to by paramedics. I glance at the other car and see someone being pulled out of it.