Andrew
I’m grinning like a loon as I cook breakfast for Avery. The woman has no idea how damn pleased I am that I finally had the balls to ask her out. Things couldn’t have gone better than they have. If I’d written the book of how our paths would mesh together, I couldn’t have written it any better than it’s going.
Even our hiccup last night when she tried to get me to leave made us stronger as a couple. Scared the fuck out of me for a minute, but there was no way I was going to leave her. When she wouldn’t budge, I knew my best option was to pretend to leave and then waltz back into her room—where I knew she’d be crying—and take control.
I’ve known I was dominant for most of my life. I hadn’t realized I could assume a Daddy role, but the moment the idea planted itself in my head, I knew it was right.
Avery is fucking amazing. Every inch of her. My heart has been racing all morning. I almost didn’t go for my run because I was afraid she might wake while I was gone and think I’d left her. But she’d been dead to the world when I slid from her bed, and I suspected mornings were not her thing.
Today is important. Today I need to prove to her I’m the sort of Daddy/Dom she’s looking for. That I’m mature enough to fill the role in spite of the fact that I don’t have gray hair.
I grin as I flip the bacon in the pan. I should probably buy some of that temporary hair dye that washes out and use it on occasion just to give her the illusion she’s dating a much older man. Would it make her giggle?
I whisk the scrambled eggs next. I have to assume she likes everything I’m cooking or she wouldn’t have had the items in her fridge or pantry. The woman even has real maple syrup. That alone endears me. I’ve never been a fan of high fructose corn syrup.
I can’t wipe the visual of her out of my head. Snapshots really. So many of them. The look on her face when she tipped her head back, her lips parted while I washed her pussy.
The way she flushed and squeezed her legs around my wrist when I told her I would be shaving her from now on. Jesus. I nearly came in my pants.
The woman isn’t capable of hiding her reactions. Her pale skin turns splotchy and pink when she’s embarrassed or aroused. Often she’s both of those at the same time.
It’s hard to think of her as forty-two. She’s got an innocence about her. And for the love of all that is holy, she has only slept with one other man?
Yeah, now I have to adjust my cock.
Is she bold enough to ignore my instructions and masturbate in her tub after I told her not to? We’ll see. She’s not capable of lying. That’s a given.
I remove the bacon from the pan, drain off the grease, and pour the eggs in. While those are cooking, I make perfect round pancakes in the other pan. My girl is about to learn to eat breakfast.
Cooking for her won’t be an inconvenience to me at all. I fix myself breakfast every day, and I do it at about the same time she needs to eat in order to get to work.
Convincing her to let me do things for her is going to be a challenge. She’s used to doing everything for herself. In fact, she’s spent the last two years with steam coming out of her ears every time I mow her lawn.
I grin. Oh, honey, you’re in for a rude awakening.
I’m positive she craves the firm hand of a stern Dom. She’s spent two years alone without one, but I bet her imagination is filled with scenarios in which the Daddy she craves takes charge of her when she’s home.
I take a deep breath as I recall having sex with her. Fucking hot. I thought I was going to come before I got anywhere near her pussy as she slid deep into the nervous virgin role. And hell, she was tight enough and innocent enough to actually be a virgin.
It’s mind-boggling that she was married for twenty years. I don’t get the feeling there’s any animosity with her ex-husband. I’m glad. I wouldn’t wish an ugly divorce on anyone.
As soon as the food is done, I cover the pans and jog back up the stairs.
When I enter the bathroom, I find Avery pulling the plug on the water. She lifts her gaze. “It was getting cold.”
I grab a fluffy towel from the rack and hold it up. “Climb out, honey. Let’s get you dried off before you catch a chill.” I reach for her hand to hold on as she steps over the side.
Damn. She is so fucking perfect in every way. Every inch of her. Inside and out. Her body is a work of art. I love her gorgeous curves, her full breasts, the slight swell of her tummy, and her round bottom.
What I want to do is lift her onto the counter and fuck her senseless. But it’s not time for that. It’s time to feed her. Besides, I want to keep her on the edge for a while, make her squirm.
Granted, doing so is a detriment to me also, but I’ll live. Watching her pink cheeks heat every time she gets aroused is adorable.
Avery stands on the bathmat and lets me dry her off. She draws her arms up to cover her breasts when I switch to wringing out her hair.
I give her bottom a quick swat, making her yelp. “Stop hiding from me, honey.” I love the way she shivers as she lowers her arms, fisting her hands at her sides.
I hang her towel up on the rack and reach for the wide comb on her counter to work out the tangles out of her hair, working quickly so our breakfast doesn’t get cold.
“Ready to eat?” I ask when I’m done. I stand behind her, holding her shoulders, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
“Yes, Sir.” She bites her lip. “Please tell me you’re not going to make me eat naked.”
I chuckle. “Nope. Let’s see what we can find for you to wear.”
“I can pick something out.”
“Mmm.” I guide her to her bedroom. “How about if you show me a few things, and I’ll choose.”
I stand close to her as she opens a drawer filled with lacy panties. When I see what’s inside, I give the drawer a push to close it. “No panties.”
She gasps and looks at me.
I grin. “I like the idea of your pussy being available to me. Not always. But can you do it today?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
She sighs and opens another drawer. After rustling through it for a moment, she starts to close it. I grab her hand to stop her. “I think I like this drawer.” I lift up a well-worn, white, T-shirt that says I’m with the Band in hot pink letters. It’s obviously one of her favorite night shirts. “Yep. This one.” I grin and hold it up. “Arm’s up.”
She groans as I lower it over her head. “It’s not long enough, Daddy,” she complains. “I need panties.”
God, I love it when she calls me Daddy. It tells me she’s fully in the role.
I slide my hand down her back and over her bottom. Sure enough, it barely covers her cheeks. It’s perfect. If she lifts her arms, I’ll see her pussy. “Plenty long,” I insist.
She tugs on the soft cotton. Her nipples are hard points against the front. So sexy.
I take her hand. “Come on. Breakfast is getting cold.”
She follows me down the stairs, but when I turn around, I find her tugging on the hem. I’m loving this shirt more by the second. I pull out a chair for her and watch her try to tuck the shirt under her bottom as she sits. She’s unsuccessful.
Her cheeks are flushed when she looks up at me.
I cup her face and kiss her lips. “Did you touch your pussy while you were in the tub, Avery?”
She shakes her head. “No, Sir.”
I believe her. She doesn’t look away. “Good girl.” I leave her fidgeting as I fix her a plate and set it in front of her. “Do you need more coffee?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
I pour her another cup and add creamer.
She’s watching me as I sit next to her. “Are you for real?” she whispers.
I grin. “Yep. Want me to pinch you to be sure?”
She shakes her head.
“Then I suggest you spread your thighs apart instead of squeezing them together. Otherwise, I’m going to do more than pinch you, Little girl.” I lift a brow and watch as she jerks her legs apart.
Jesus. She’s phenomenal.
She’s shaking as she lifts up her fork to take a bite. “It smells so good, Daddy.”
“I’m glad you approve. Eat.” I wait for her to swallow the first bite of eggs to ask my next question. “Scale of one to ten, how aroused are you?”
She coughs.
I rub her back. “I’m going to ask you that often today. I want to know what turns you on.”
She swallows. “You turn me on, Daddy,” she mutters. “I’ve been turned on since you walked in the door yesterday. I think I was horny even in my sleep.”
“Good to know. Now give me a number. I’m going to check for myself too, so be prepared.”
She gasps, her cheeks turning a dark pink again. “Eleven.”
I chuckle. “Is that going to be your standard answer?”
“Probably. Especially if you keep, uh, talking and, uh, breathing in my condo and stuff like that.”
I chuckle before I set my hand on her thigh and slide it up to cup her pussy. She’s soaked and hot. My cock is never going to survive this.
Avery moans. “Daddy…”
Instead of removing my fingers like I intended, I ease two of them into her warmth.
She drops her fork and grabs the edge of the table. “Daddy.” Her voice is higher pitched. Desperate.
I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth to suck them clean. “Mmm. You taste delicious.”
She stares at me, eyes wide, fingers white-knuckling the table. “You can’t…” Her voice trails off.
“I can.” I point at her plate. “Eat.”
“This can’t be real,” she mumbles.
“And yet, I’m going to spend the day convincing you it’s real. Convincing you I meant every word I said last night. Convincing you I’m head over heels in love with you and you’re mine.” I lean forward, kiss her parted lips, and return to eating.
It’s nearly impossible to pretend I’m unaffected by her. I have to choke down each bite. It turns out it’s difficult to chew and swallow with a hardon this large.
It takes Avery a while to release the table and pick up her fork. Eventually she manages to eat. I cut her some slack and leave her alone because I don’t want her to skip breakfast.
When she’s done, I take her plate and stand.
“I can clean up, Daddy.”
“We can talk about that later. For this morning, I’ll do it.” I want her to know I can and will take care of her. “I bet you get busy during the week and have trouble making time to cook and clean.” I glance at her as I load the dishwasher. “I notice you have a lot of frozen meals in your freezer.”
She nods.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone take some of the workload off your plate?”
She nods again. “Middles have chores, Daddy.”
I smile. “Yep. We can make a list.”
“I’m not very good at doing chores,” she points out. Is she challenging me?
“I bet I can provide incentives.”
She shudders. “I bet you can,” she murmurs.
I chuckle as I shut the dishwasher and come to her. I tip her chin back and look into her eyes. “How much time do you need to grade your papers?”
She winces. “A few hours.”
“Perfect. I have some bookkeeping to take care of. You can knock that out while I work at the same time. That will leave us the rest of the day to goof off.”
“I’ll grade the papers tonight, Sir. I’d rather goof off now.”
Yep, she’s challenging me. I tap her nose. “I wasn’t giving options, honey. Go brush your teeth and sit down at your desk. I bet you can do a better, more efficient job of grading earlier in the day when you’re not under pressure and exhausted at the end of the evening.”
She sighs. “I work better under pressure.”
I lift my brows. “Do you work better with a sore bottom?”
She flushes as her breath catches. “Probably,” she murmurs.
I scoot her chair back, take her hand, and give a tug while I back up toward her stairs. “Let’s find out.”
She frowns.
I angle her in front of me so she has to climb the stairs first, giving me a delicious view of her fantastic bottom with every step. The shirt is definitely not long enough. I love it.
When we reach her room, I point to the bed. “Lean over the side, arms above your head.”
She licks her lips, trembling. “Are you really going to spank me?”
“Yes. Because I know you’re curious to find out if I’ll follow through and wondering what it will feel like to be spanked by me.” I point at the bed again. “You have five seconds to do as you’re told before I add to the number of swats.”
She rushes over to the bed and leans forward, futilely reaching back to tug the nightshirt down. It’s not long enough, and besides, it’s not staying where it is.
I come to her side. “Lift your hands above your head like last night,” I repeat. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
She lifts her arms up near her ears.
I wrap my fingers around her wrists and ease them high above her head. I reach over and snag her unicorn and set it in her hands. Next, I set my foot between hers and nudge them apart several inches.
“When I tell you to lean over the edge of your bed for any reason, I want you to assume this position. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I love the tone of her voice. It has a distinct pitch when she’s in her Middle headspace.
“Good girl.” I grab the hem of her nightshirt and push it up her body, tugging it as I go so it bunches up at her armpits, leaving her heavy breasts against the mattress. “When I spank you, I’ll usually want you naked or mostly naked.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers as she squirms. She’s breathing heavily. This is an important moment. I know she’s anxious to find out if I can fulfill this need.
She told me last night that she visualized being spanked only occasionally and usually with just a swat. I’m not sure if she believed that or thought it was what I wanted to hear, but I doubt it was true.
Not that she lied. She honestly probably isn’t certain what many of her needs are. She’s new to this. It’s been two years since she practiced any sort of age play with a partner at all, and based on what she told me, her ex-husband aimed too young for her.
I need to keep that in mind. My girl is a Middle. This is her preferred age. Not five or six, but twelve. That’s obvious in everything she owns. There are no babyish items in her home. No sippy cups or anything for a super young Little.
Avery’s second bedroom was completely done by her. It screams Middle.
On the flip side, she enjoyed me bathing her, and she’s wiggling around now as if she might self-combust if I don’t swat her bottom soon.
I set one hand on the cute dimples at the small of her back and the other palm on her bottom, rubbing it the moment I touch her soft skin.
She whimpers as I squeeze each cheek back and forth. “You need a safeword, honey,” I inform her. “Red and yellow or do you have another word you prefer?”
“Red and yellow are fine, Sir,” she murmurs.
“Good girl. Don’t be afraid to use them, especially yellow. If you want me to slow down and touch base with you, I need to know.”
“I’m not sure you could spank me any slower,” she mumbles before her breath hitches. She twists her head toward me, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
I lift both brows. “Sassy girl.” I don’t think an occasional single swat is going to fit her needs at all, but we’ll see. I’m certainly going to take this slow and watch her closely. The last thing I want is for her to hate being spanked.
Yeah, I fully intend for her to enjoy every moment of my palm on her sexy bottom. The part I want her to hate is not getting to come after I’m done. If I do my job right, she will end up breathless and needy, and stay that way.
I lift my palm and swat her right cheek, loving the way she flinches at the contact. Without hesitating, I spank her left cheek next. I’m glad she has her face toward me. Her eyes are closed now, but her mouth is parted. She’s panting. And damn, but she’s arching her bottom toward me.
I swat her four more times, increasing the pressure slightly, loving the way she licks her lips. “Good?”
She nods. “So good.” Her breathless words make my cock ache to take her.
Down boy. Not gonna happen this morning.
When I land the next several swats even harder, she fists the unicorn so tightly her fingers turn white. She’s panting, her neck slightly arched.
Fuck me. One swat occasionally my ass.
“More?”
“Please, Daddy.”
I pepper her bottom until it’s a gorgeous shade of pink before deciding that’s enough for the first time. I rub the heated skin with my palm while she whimpers.
Avery presses her hips forward, attempting to grind her clit into the edge of the mattress. “Uh-uh.” I grab her hips and tug her back a few inches. “When Daddy spanks you, you don’t get to come.”
She gasps, lifting her head to look at me with those wide eyes again. Her mouth gapes open. I love the look and I suspect I’m going to see it often.
“Naughty girls who sass their Daddy and need their bottom spanked don’t get rewarded with orgasms, honey.” I slide my hands up her back and lift her off the bed.
She drops the unicorn and stands before me as her T-shirt falls back into place. She’s trembling delightfully.
I rub her biceps. “Now, it’s time to sit at your desk and grade your papers. Would you like to do that without sassing me or would you like me to pepper your bottom with a few more swats?”
She shakes her head.
“If you’re good and sit on your bare bottom with your thighs parted and get your work done, I’ll let you keep the T-shirt. If you squirm around and try to get yourself off or touch yourself, I’ll take the T-shirt away.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmurs.
“Give me a number, Avery. How aroused are you?”
“Twenty,” she whispers.
I chuckle. “You told me last night the scale only goes to eleven.”
“I was wrong,” she whimpers, shifting her weight back and forth. She tips her head back. “I don’t think I can concentrate enough to grade papers right now, Daddy. Please could you have sex with me first?”
“No. But if you’re not in your chair in about five seconds, I’ll add to your plight.”
She sighs and hesitates a moment, but something on my face must light a fire under her because she scrambles over to her desk, pulls out the chair, and sits in it like a perfect angel in seconds.
“Good girl. Take a few breaths. Center yourself. Keep your hands where I can see them. I’m going to grab my computer. I’ll be back in a few minutes. You better have a red pen in your hand and marks on the first paper.”
“Yes, Sir.” She grabs the pen with shaky fingers and takes several deep breaths.
As I turn from the room to head back to my place and grab my laptop, I wish I could take myself in hand before I return. But that wouldn’t be fair. I’m not going to give myself relief after telling her she can’t.
It’s going to be the best day ever.