Spring Fever Daddies

by Rayanna Jamison

  Brody snapped his fingers again and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. My eyes widened to the size of balloons and then I noticed that he was not looking at me, but past me, straight at Mitch.

  I held my breath and watched in fascination as Mitch picked up his coffee cup and sipped leisurely.

  Mitch

  I hated when Brody snapped his finger and expected me to jump to obey. I always did, and he knew that.

  I also knew I didn’t have to obey. There was no agreement between us, no current pecking order, and no implied consent.

  If I chose not to obey his directive, he had no recourse. Nothing would happen, other than we would probably discuss it later on, in private.

  If I obeyed, it implied consent, the terms of which were not outlined.

  I caught Brody’s eye over the rim of my mug and knew that he knew me well enough to understand that I always needed to think his things through. I caught his gaze, and he gave a little shrug and winked. I breathed a little easier and turned my attention to April, half expecting her to be gone, or at the very least, be peering at us with disgust.

  Neither of those things were true. Her expression was one of a deer in the headlights. I caught her looking at me and gave a little smile to ease her mind.

  She smiled back, a smile that could only be described as hopeful. Her gaze jumped between me and Brody. Brody’s gaze was on me.

  I drained my mug without breaking eye contact. I could feel his eyes resting on my ass as I turned towards the sink and slowly rinsed my cup, loading it into the dishwasher.

  Finally, I turned to face them. The tension in the room was thick with uncertainty. The moment of truth.

  With a sigh, I strode towards my friend and made him my Dom once more, if only for today.

  Chapter 5

  Brody

  The moments between announcing my arrival and waiting for Mitch’s response were excruciating. I was claiming them both, and I couldn’t be more excited to play with someone new and to plunge my cock between the soft lips of pussy, but my heart waited on edge to see what Mitch would say or do.

  I met his gaze, before pointedly turning my attention to his bulging crotch.

  God. I loved that man’s cock. I loved to watch it harden under the protection of clothing. I loved the moment it sprang free after I peeled his boxer briefs down his sculpted hips. I loved to watch it disappearing between my lips, as well, but only when he was a very good boy.

  I much preferred the image of my cock disappearing between his lips. My own cock sprang to life at the thought, and I resolved that, if he chose to follow me, I would make it happen sooner, rather than later. I watched him intently, noticing the exact moment when he noticed where my eyes wandered to, watched him lick his lips and check me out in turn.

  Then he turned to April, and I saw the concern flit across his face.

  He would check her reaction. That’s who he was. His sexual preferences were not public information, and if he didn’t want her to know, for whatever reason, or if he thought she wouldn’t be accepting, he would find some way to laugh off my summons.

  It’s why I had carefully shrugged off the question, earlier. I didn’t want to out Mitch if he didn’t want to be outed, but I didn’t want to close that door permanently, either, by denying it.

  I held my breath as I watched the two of them—the questions in Mitch’s eyes, the tension in her shoulders. I watched as both faded and gave way to relaxed smiles.

  Finally, Mitch cast his eyes to the floor and strode to where I stood.

  If we were alone, he might have knelt, but today, he stood tall beside me, his downcast gaze the only outward symbol of his agreement to submit.

  I nodded curtly, acknowledging his stance, and his shoulders sagged with relief

  I could feel his struggle as we both waited for April. He wanted badly to look at her, to command her and coax her, but he was choosing to submit to me, first, a gesture which I would reward greatly.

  “Well, little one?” I questioned, crooking my finger at her as I motioned her forward.

  She looked frantically at Mitch. My heart squeezed a bit, but I understood. They had been having a moment, and I superimposed myself into the situation.

  My mantra was “start things as you intend to end them”. I intended to end them with the three of us, and so that is how I would start them.

  I tapped Mitch’s shoulder, melting inside when his trusting and devoted gaze met mine. I nodded to where April stood, watching nervously.

  “Come, little one,” Mitch coaxed, breaking character from his submissive persona and putting on his Daddy hat. It was a side of him I didn’t often see. I didn’t find it threatening to what we shared. It only made him more adorably endearing.

  Mitch stuck his hand out and April took it, her eyes nervously meeting mine, full of questions.

  I saw that she didn’t know what to expect or what was expected of her. Poor girl was out of her element. But, oh, she wanted it. I could see the hunger in her eyes, especially when she turned to Mitchell.

  When he had her hand, I turned towards the stairs, leading them to the sanctuary of the room Mitchell and I were sharing. I spoke not a word until the doors closed behind me. I sat on my bed and let April and Mitch take their seats on the bed across from me, their hands still connected.

  “I’m sorry to have usurped a very special moment,” I began, only half seriously. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  Mitch gave a scoff and rolled his eyes. April was hanging on my every word.

  “You want a Daddy, Miss April?” I questioned, leaning across the space between the beds to catch her chin in the crook of my finger.

  Her eyes were filled with a mixture of apprehension and longing. “I don’t even know what that means, really,” she admitted, staring down at the carpet.

  “A Daddy like Mitch to snuggle and spoil and take care of you and remind you to be a good girl?”

  Her tongue jutted out to wet her lips, and the lower lip caught between her teeth as she nodded. “That might be nice.”

  “What about a Daddy to spank your ass, lick your pussy, and fuck all your sweet holes? Do you want one of those?”

  Her eyes widened and she stared at me. A minute passed and then she nodded.

  “Yes, Sir,” I corrected sternly.

  “Yes, Sir,” she echoed.

  Releasing her chin, I stroked my fingers across her cheek. “Good girl,” I murmured before turning my attention to Mitchell.

  My cock twinged in anticipation of the scene I was about to create. I was a puppet master, and they were my puppets.

  “Stand, Mitchell,” I commanded, snapping my fingers as he rushed to obey.

  “Unbutton your pants and take them off—and your boxer briefs with them.”

  I saw the questions in his eyes and the moment he remembered to trust me. Remembered that I was skilled as a dominant and, more importantly, as his dominant.

  His pants and briefs came off and his cock sprang free of its constraints in its fully erect state.

  “Lie here on the edge of the bed, with your head on the pillows and your legs spread.”

  He did so, quickly, his eyes never leaving mine.

  I could have pushed him further, demanded more than just silent obedience, but that would come later, maybe even when we were alone.

  “April, you kneel on the bed between his legs, and wrap your hands around his cock.”

  She did so, her eyes wide at his fullness.

  I nodded and chuckled. “Daddy Mitch has a nice cock, doesn’t he?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You remembered,” I muttered appreciatively. “Such a good girl.”

  “Suck Daddy’s cock like the good girl I know you are,” I instructed firmly.

  Mitchell’s eyes widened and filled with panic. He wanted to take things slower and make sure everyone was comfortable. That isn’t how I roll. We are all adults here. If anyone isn’t comfortable, they can say so, and pla
y will stop. I said as much and watched them both nod their understanding and consent.

  April positioned herself comfortably between Mitch’s long legs and bowed her head to take his thick cock between her juicy pink lips. She licked the tip in circles, and his eyes rolled back in his head.

  Working the button fly on my brand new Levis, I took my erection in my hand and pumped it slowly while I reveled in the sight of her taking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth as he shuddered in ecstasy.

  I watched in silence, working to quell my moans of appreciation as I took in the scene. I wanted them to enjoy each other without the pressure of my dominance over them, while still managing to enjoy the show.

  April sucked his cock like she was in a desert and it was her only water source.

  Mitchell was riding a wave of spasms on the brink between pain and ecstasy. He would come too soon, if I didn’t intervene.

  It was time to make my presence known.

  I quickly removed my pants and boxers with them and moved to stand by Mitch’s head, dangling my erection over his open mouth.

  His eyes opened and he gasped in surprise.

  I commanded him with my eyes.

  “She sucks your cock, and you suck mine. There’s a chain of command around here, and I’m at the top, aren’t I?”

  His eyes met mine with a look that was steady and full of acceptance.

  “Yes, Sir.” His voice rang out clearly through the room, catching April’s attention as she looked up from her duties to see what was going on.

  Her eyes widened, and she gave a little hum with her lips still wrapped around Mitchell’s penis.

  “Did you hear that, princess? Do you understand what I want from you?”

  Pulling her mouth of Mitch’s cock, she grinned mischievously. “I thought I was doing it, Sir.”

  “For now,” I agreed. “Do you understand that I expect you to obey both of us.”

  She nodded. “Chain of command and you’re at the top. Got it.”

  She was a sassy little minx. I left my spot near Mitch’s head and walked around to the back of her and slapped her cute little behind through her shorts.

  Her gasp of surprise was well worth the fact that my cock was not in Mitch’s mouth where it belonged.

  I needed to rectify the fact immediately. Returning to my spot near his head, I wrapped a hand around my cock and placed the other hand atop his head.

  “Open,” I demanded.

  His lips parted and I guided my member to rest between them, letting him do the rest. His lips clamped tight around the head, and I threw my head back, squelching a moan.

  I loved when Mitchell sucked my cock. As a man known to enjoy a blow job or two himself, he sucked my dick better than any woman ever had, and I’ve enjoyed some damn good blow jobs.

  His teeth scraped the length of my dick, gently, with just the right amount of force, sending spasms of pain and pleasure down my spine. He sucked with a strength that made me weak in the knees, like I might fall over before I came.

  He smiled, and I could tell he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He liked to torture me just as much as I enjoyed domming him.

  Grabbing a handful of soft curls, I pulled his head back, enjoying the vibration on my cock when he yelped in surprise.

  April’s eyes lit up as she watched us with great interest, and she touched herself as she watched us, her lips still firmly clasped around Mitch’s penis. He whimpered low and deep in his throat, and I smiled, knowing he was close to orgasm. I took his hand and guided it to cup my balls, nodding when he squeezed gently, right before his hips arched off the bed, and he began to shoot his load down April’s throat.

  The erotic image the three of us made was enough to trigger my own orgasm, and I came in his mouth, just as he came in hers. Grabbing my member, I held it, stroking slowly as I blew my load of cum down his throat, not pulling out until I was sure he was finished sucking off every last drop.

  When the scene ended, the two of them looked dazed. They didn’t quite know what had hit them, I thought as I chuckled to myself. One minute, they were sharing a moment over a cup of coffee and, the next, they were in the bedroom, obeying my every request, just the way I liked it.

  Our afterglow ended quickly, interrupted by a loud obnoxious chirping noise that seemed to grow louder and louder with each passing second.

  Cocking my head, I listened. It was definitely coming from downstairs. “What in the world is that?” I wondered aloud.

  Aprils eyes got huge, and she popped up. “Fuck! My brownies!”

  Before either of us could question her, she ran out the door.

  Mitch and I stared at each other in confusion while sorting out the piles of clothing on the floor so we could get dressed and follow.

  “Did she say brownies?”

  Chapter 6

  April

  I ran into the kitchen and all but threw the oven door open. Smoke billowed out, and the pan of brownies had shriveled into a hard, charred mess. I pulled them out and nearly wept. They were not at all salvageable. You could break a tooth on one of these babies.

  The alarm was still beeping shrilly. I scanned the ceiling for it, but I didn’t see it, and even if I did, how would I reach it? Cursing up a storm through my tears, I threw open the windows and the back porch door. Maybe once the smoke started to escape, the alarm would shut off.

  Maybe nobody would hear it. I heard a clatter on the stairs and sunk to the floor. There were seven people living here. Of course, someone would hear it. “Fuck!” I yelled.

  How could I have been so stupid? I took a job as a housekeeper and cook! I hadn’t even officially started the job yet, and I’d already set off the smoke detector, woke up the house, and burned a pan of brownies into an unrecognizable brick of failure.

  “God, why do I have to be such a fuck-up?” I wailed, pulling my knees up to my stomach and resting my head on them. The footsteps were getting closer. I would probably get fired and sent packing for being a fraud.

  “Stupid Goddamned idiot!” I yelled.

  “Who exactly are you calling a goddamned idiot?” Mitch’s voice was stern, and I looked up to find him towering over me, while Brody rushed around the kitchen surveying the situation. He left and quickly returned with a broom, which he used to whack the smoke detector until it stopped beeping.

  He underestimated his strength, and the thing fell to the ground in jagged hunks of plastic. A little drastic, but thank God the noise finally stopped.

  “Thank you.” I giggled. My relief was short lived when I gazed up at two stern Daddies towering over me with crossed arms.

  “You forgot you were cooking?” Brody’s voice was cold and filled with disbelief.

  I closed my eyes, as if doing so would mask the shame and disappointment I was feeling.

  “I wanted to surprise you with brownies for dessert and then Mitch came down and asked if he could be my Daddy, and then you came in and interrupted us and insisted we all go upstairs, and I just forgot!”

  “Forgetting you have food in the oven is very dangerous, little one,” Mitch scolded, making me feel worse still. “And the language I heard you using while you were down here is unacceptable. I could hear you screaming obscenities all the way upstairs. Daddies do not like it when their little girls use that kind of language.”

  I said nothing, weeping into my folded arms, refusing to look up at them.

  Mitch cleared his throat loudly, and I jumped, looking up at him, finally.

  “Stand up, little girl,” he commanded.

  Seeing no choice, I obeyed quickly. To my surprise, Brody said nothing, standing there with a strange expression on his face as he looked at me.

  Before Mitch could say anything else, Merry came running into the kitchen.

  She took in the three of us, in our various stages of undress, the splintered smoke alarm, and the open door and windows and backed out of the room slowly.

  Mitch took my hand and waited until he had my
full attention. “This was an accident, little one. A dangerous accident, but an accident, nonetheless.”

  “What if Slade decides I’m not cut out for the job and fires me before I’ve even had my first day?”

  “I’ve known Slade for a very long time. I can tell you with complete confidence, that would never happen. I wouldn’t let it And furthermore, that doesn’t even sound like something Slade is capable of.”

  “Okay,” I sniffled, wanting to believe him. “Are you mad at me?”

  “Mad?” Mitch questioned. “No, I’m not mad. I would never be mad over an accident. I do, however, believe that accidents, especially dangerous ones, should be punished, so that they don’t become habits. And more importantly, I believe that little girls should not use curse words or words that demean themselves, no matter the circumstances.”

  Crap. I gulped. Was it too late to take back everything? Or better yet, since the ranch was a throwback to the fifties, shouldn’t there be a time machine hidden somewhere?

  “The only question now is which one of us will punish you? Or will it be both of us?” Mitch cocked a brow in Brody’s direction, seeming to be waiting for instruction from him.

  Brody did not look like his usual confident self. “Dude, she was making me brownies!” he hissed.

  I stifled a laugh, smart enough to know that this was not a good time to find his response amusing, even if it was about to save me from my fate.

  Mitch did not find it so amusing. “What? Seriously?”

  Brody shrugged.

  Mitch glared. Brody smacked his ass, whispered something I didn’t hear, and walked out of the kitchen, leaving us both staring in shock.

  Finally, Mitch leaned forward, turned off the oven with a click, and looked at me. “Upstairs.”

  I didn’t move. It wasn’t deliberate, I was just frozen in place. Disbelief over what had happened and what was about to happen paralyzed me.