Daddy
To finally hear her say the word daddy makes the vast emptiness in my chest fill with hope. She knows I’m the one who’s been sending her the texts.
“How did you know it was me?” I ask.
“I just did.” Her voice is barely a whisper as she gives a little shrug. She looks up at me with those brown eyes and I feel my world shrinking to accommodate only her. Sadness sweeps through her gaze as she thinks of her father. "I remember you from his office."
My throat tightens, thinking of my late lawyer. “Your father was a good man.”
“I know. I miss him. When I saw you, it took me a minute to place you, but I remember you now. I’d seen you around his building. And at the…funeral. I remember your blue eyes.” She openly studies my face. She brings a hand to my jaw, fingers fluttering over the small scar there. “And this…”
The tip of her finger runs along my jawline. The tiny touch is powerful, directly connected to every nerve ending in my body, bringing all my senses to life.
She was my lawyer's daughter. Way too young and totally out of bounds.
I end the conversation of her father, taking on a new subject. “You’ve been careless with your safety.”
Her eyes cut to mine. “Like letting a stalker lead me away down a dark alley?”
So I’m her stalker now? Funny. I hold back a chuckle.
“No. Going to the bar tonight with no phone, leaving your door unlocked so anyone could walk in.”
“You walked in,” she says quietly. "That's how you brought me my phone."
“I did. But I belonged there.” I pull her to a stop. She doesn't run screaming when she tells me she knows I was in her place uninvited. She trusts me. It's time to tell her.
“I have a proposition for you,” I say.
She glances up at me. “Tell me.”
“One night.”
“One night of what?” she asks.
“You are mine for one night.” I pause, enjoying the lovely flush that creeps up her cheekbones. “I know what you desperately need. I’ll provide it for you. Just give me one night.”
A flicker of hope dances past the fear in her eyes. Her teeth sink into her full, glossy red bottom lip. She’s thinking. “How do I know you’re not some kind of psychopath?” she says.
But as she says it, her eyes meet mine. And I know she knows I’m no psycho. I’m just a touch…possessive.
Obsessive.
“I’ve got a full contact list for you. References you can call if you want. They'll tell you I am who I say I am. The rest, you’ll have to trust.”
Her eyes flutter to mine. “You know what I need?” Her voice is so quiet, I almost don’t hear her. “How do you know what I need?”
“I just do. I know everything about you.”
She stares up at me for a long time. I know she’ll say yes, but until she does, I feel like I’m standing on a tightrope strung between two high rises, ready to fall off at any moment. The world swirls beneath my feel, my head going light.
Finally, she gives a shaky sigh. “Okay. One night.”
Hell. Yes. I slip my hand along the side of her neck, cupping her cheek. I pull her ear to my mouth. “First, you have to be punished by daddy.”
She pulls away, trembling. “What for? How?”
I move to the back of her neck, slipping my hand through her hair. The strands feel like silk as they glide between my fingers. “Daddy wants you to think more carefully about your safety. Take your phone. Lock your door. I’m going to punish your ass so the next time you leave your apartment, you’ll remember.”
She gives a little shiver. I expect my threat to make her pull away more. I’m pleasantly surprised when instead, her hands go to my chest. My skin instantly heats at her light touch. Instead of pushing me away, she runs them over my hard muscles.
Her eyes flit to mine. “I don't know." She gives an unconvincing sigh.
I tip a finger under her chin, forcing her gaze to meet mine. In the flicker of her gaze, I see everything I need to know. She wants this—needs this—as much as me.
"I do,” I say. “And you're coming with me."
She waits a beat before she finally submits. Her teeth dip into her full lower lip. "K."
I knew she’d be like this. Soft. Sweet. Shy at first but eventually accepting what she wants, what she needs. How did I know?
I’ve been watching her a long time.
I know exactly what she needs. She needs me.
Most girls would have run away screaming by now, and rightfully so.
Young women need to be careful about who they allow in their inner circle.
There are all kinds of creeps out there.
But I knew she would be curious about me. That she would be brave. That she would know I mean her no harm other than a sore ass.
I never want to hurt her.
I simply want to own her.
We reach the end of the alleyway. The tall black door with the gold knob that I know so well welcomes us. I flick the door open. Pale light floods the alley.
My tone dips an octave, anticipation warming my vocal cords. “Welcome to my office.”
I have a few hole-in-the-wall 'offices' around the city I conduct business in. This one is my favorite.
Only the best for my little Reece.
This place was the city’s most popular speakeasy in the days of prohibition. The feel of debauchery still lingers in the air. Perfect for what I have in mind.
She steps over the threshold, looking around.
It’s an echo-y den of concrete floors and walls. A vast, empty space save for one black leather Chesterfield sofa. The solid piece of furniture claims its place in the center of the room like a king. The couch is an exquisite piece and pure perfection for what I have in mind.
Its low arms are the perfect height to punish a naughty girl.
Her saucer-like eyes travel around the space. “What is this place?”
She jumps as I close the door behind us, locking it.
“It’s a place I do business.” I take her hand, leading her over to the sofa. She watches with fear-filled eyes as I sit down on the couch, spreading my legs for her. I pat a thigh. “Come here.”
She glances around the room. It’s only us. She takes a few nervous steps towards me, pauses for a moment, then steps back.
"You want me to sit in your lap?" she asks.
"Yes, kitten. Come sit on daddy's lap." I pat my thigh again. Patience was never a strength of mine.
She's unsure. Nervous. I'm a big, scary man. A man she barely knows. One who's got her locked in an undisclosed location. She’s been taught to be wary of men like me. To run in the opposite direction.
But none of that matters now.
She needs only to obey.
My gaze grants her fair warning. "Don't make me count." My fingertips graze the buckle of my belt.
She reconsiders her delay.
A perfectly white tooth sinks into her full, lush, pink bottom lip as she eyes me, caution dancing beneath her dark lashes.
“One,” I say. The deep timbre of my heated voice vibrates through the cold, harsh space.
In one fluid movement, she rushes between my legs. She perches on the edge of my thigh. I take her arms and wind them around my neck. At first, she's tense, but a moment later, her arms tighten around me. Her body relaxes. Her warmth presses against my chest, her weight rests against me, soft and vulnerable.
It's a feeling I’ve been longing for.
I slip my arm around her lower back, cupping the curve of her waist in my hand. I slide a finger down the side of her face. “So beautiful. And all mine for one night.”
Her eyes catch mine. “What are you going to do with me?”
“I thought I made that clear.” My hand slips up her thigh, leather against silk, stopping just below the hem of her skirt. Her skin is smooth and cool under my palm. Her dress is short. I catch a glimpse of her panties. Sexy black, shiny material that my fingers can slip right over. “I’m going to punish you.”
“How?” The tip of her tongue shoots out, wetting her bottom lip. It takes everything in me not to kiss her.
Too soon.
“When little girls are naughty, what do their daddies do?” I ask her.
“I—I don’t know…”
I bring my lip to her ear, nipping at her lobe. “He puts her over his knee and he spanks her.”
“Um…” She pulls back, startled. “I don’t…know about that…”
“I do. Daddy knows what you need.” I slip my hand further up her skirt. I tease the soft flesh at the top of her thighs, parting them with my fingers. She gives a pretty little gasp of a sigh. Her lids go heavy, but her body is tense.
With a whisper kiss of pressure, I run the tip of my finger over her panties—the material just as silky smooth as I thought they’d be—right down the seam of her sweet pussy, wishing my finger was the tip of my tongue. Her body shakes and jerks at my touch, tight as a spring.
“Now be a good girl and put yourself over daddy’s lap.”
She sucks in her breath, teeth sinking into her pouty bottom lip. “No. I don’t think I can.”
I move my finger up and down. Her breaths deepening as I tease her pussy over her panties with my light touch. I whisper, my words hot against her ear. “We had a deal, sweetheart. I give you what you need, and you give me one night of what I want.”
Her breaths come faster, her breasts rising and falling as she overthinks my proposition. Pink splotches rise on her cheeks. She slips her arms from my neck. “I can’t.” She grabs an arm of the couch, pushing herself away from my lap, from my touch.
“Naughty, naughty, my pretty girl. Does babygirl think she can run from me?”
Her eyes flash, a wild fawn caught in the presence of the hunter. Her teeth sink once again, gaining purchase in the soft flesh of her pretty, pouty bottom lip. Her voice rises an octave as she answers me, her words the note of a song. “Noooooo…”
But her gaze tells me different as it darts right to left, looking for the nearest exit.
“I know you can do this, pretty baby. I know you can obey daddy. I’ll teach you. You’ll learn.” I grab her waist, tugging her over my left thigh.
She cries out, “Oh!” wriggling in a feeble escape attempt as I pull her over my thigh. I lock her in place, throwing my leg over the backs of both of hers. My pretty baby isn’t going anywhere. Her toes brush against the floor, her arms reach out, hands searching for an anchor to steady her in this wild new world I’ve introduced her to. Her fingers sink into the leather arm of the couch.
I move my hand to her barely covered ass. I’ve wanted to touch her gentle curves for so long…a dip of pleasure shoots through my chest as I brush my fingers over her cool skin. “I know you can do what your daddy asks of you.”
“Hmm…” The sound she makes is caught somewhere between a moan and a question. Chill bumps rise on the backs of her thighs at my touch. I dip a hand between her thighs, traveling upward and finding her warmth. I want to tease her, to make her beg for daddy’s touch. I massage her pussy over the gusset of her damp panties.
She’s wet for me. Fuck. She’s so, fucking, wet.
“Tell me you can.” The softness of her makes my words go gravelly and rough. “Tell me you can do what daddy tells you.”
“I…” Her hair hangs down, hiding her shame. She offers no other words.
Moving my fingers, I part her pussy over the panties, rubbing her clit through the thin, damp fabric. I love the way she responds to my touch. Her hips sway with shame, greedy to get all she can from my touch.
She gives a soft sigh then moans, “Oh…oh my god.”
I work her with my fingers. “Tell daddy you can take whatever punishment he wants to give you and I’ll let you come.”
“Unh…” She wriggles her hips wanting more. She bumps against my already hardening cock. It feels so good having her locked against me, responding to my touch, wanting more.
I rub faster, circling her clit over the gusset of her panties. “Say it. Be a good girl for daddy.”
She gives a little whimper, her hips circling clockwise against me. Finally, she breathes the words I ache to hear.
“I—I can take it. You can punish me…Daddy.”
Her last word is a whisper, and it makes my pants uncomfortably tight, my cock throbbing beneath her lithe weight. “Such a good girl.” I drop my hand from her sex.
Her head snaps back, her face trying to find mine. “Hey. You said you’d make me come if I—”
“And I will.” I cut her off with a sharp smack on her ass. She jumps in surprise, letting out a hot little yelp. “After you’ve been punished.”