Daddy
My phone rings at three o’clock on the dot. I’ve been expecting her call. I swipe my thumb across the screen. “Hello, kitten.”
Her sheepish voice comes over the phone. “Hi.” She sounds cute as hell. I don’t know if I want to hug her or spank her. Soon, I’ll do both.
I keep my tone stern. “Is Ashely still there?”
She gives a little sniff. “No. She left after she gave me your phone number…and…the note.”
Daddy knows what you did, kitten.
My cock hardens from thinking about how much trouble she’s in with me. I shift my weight, leaning further back in the seat of my car. I’m parked on the street, just below her apartment. If I look out my window, I can see hers. I can picture the shame in her dark brown eyes. “What did you think of my note?”
“I…” Her voice tightens. “I don’t know what it means.”
I make a tsk sound, my tongue against my teeth. “Babygirl. Don’t lie to daddy.”
“I’m not. I don’t know what you mean.” She clears her throat. “What do you mean, exactly?”
“Last chance.” My voice goes low and gravelly. “I’m losing patience.”
“Oh…okay…um…is this about...”—her tone goes up an octave—“the… key?”
“Yes, sweetheart. This is about the key. That’s a good start.” God, she’s so naughty, trying to act innocent. She knows what she did. I wait to see if she’ll come clean, confess, tell me something more about what she’s done. She doesn’t. “Tell me more.”
“Tell you more?” A long pause follows. I can picture her teeth sinking into her pouty bottom lip. Finally, she says, “About what, exactly?”
“Tell me more about what you’ve been doing, what you’ve been up to,” I say.
Tell me the truth, kitten. Tell me about how you’ve been plotting to get to me. To get to this key. Tell me how you’ve been the one after me the whole time.
You just didn’t think I would catch you at your game.
And turn it around on you.
But you underestimate me, babygirl.
She says nothing. I press on. “Tell me about the plans you made to get this key.”
“Hmm… the plans I made to get the key… let me think.”
God, my hand is itching to spank her perfect ass. “Yes,” I say, but her answer is more silence. “Don’t keep daddy waiting.”
Her words are a whisper. “I need that key.”
“I know. But what lengths were you willing to go to get it?” I throw in a harsh daddy tone. “I want the truth, and I want it now.”
“Okay.” She gives a shuddering sigh.
“Take a deep breath, babygirl.”
She obeys, taking a long inhale. “I was looking for the key. And I found out that…” her words trail off.
“You knew I had it this whole time, didn’t you?”
“Yes. I did.” She waits for a beat. "One of my dad's younger secretaries. We were pretty friendly when I would visit. I would bring her coffee, she’d give me information. She told me you had it."
We’re getting warmer. Time for the full confession. I pull the key from my pocket, feeling the cold brass in my hand. “And you did things to get to the key, didn’t you?” I ask, lifting it by its red ribbon and letting it dangle before me.
“Yes,” she says.
“Like what?”
She says, “Um… like trying to get close to you without you knowing?”
“Thank you for telling me, I know that was hard for you.”
She sighs with relief. She thinks I’m done with her.
“But I already knew that, baby,” I say. “I knew the whole time.”
A little gasp comes through the phone. She seriously underestimated me.
“Tell me what else you did,” I ask.
She’s quiet for a moment, thinking, planning. Figuring out a way to get out of this. “You tell me first. Why did my dad give you the key?”
I’m losing patience. I’m about one minute away from tearing up those stairs and then tearing up her ass. “Let’s be clear. I’m the one in charge. Not you. Understand that, babygirl?”
“Okay, okay.”
“Your father gave it to a mutual friend of ours to give to me whenever he died. I was told to keep it safe and—”
She breaks in. “Not to give it to me?”
“Exactly.” There was more information given to me that day. A lot more. “That's all I'm going to say for now."
"Why?" She presses. “Why would he give it to you?”
"Why do you need it?" I ask back.
“I can’t tell you." Her voice is small, desperate. "But I need it. Desperately.”
I want to lecture her, to demand she tell me everything, but her voice sounds so pitiful there's a tug in my chest.
“You were surprised when I pulled the key from my pocket last night, weren’t you?” I ask.
“Hmm…” She makes a little mewing sound but doesn’t answer.
I soften my tone. “I don’t know why you need the key, but I know you need it. And I know that as soon as someone told you I had the key, you started stalking me.”
She gives a gasp.
“That's right, babygirl. I knew you were stalking me.”
“Stalking is a strong word, Bryant,” she says.
I growl. “That’s daddy to you, baby.”
“It’s a strong word.” Despite her anxiety over me telling her I know the truth, there’s a smile in her voice. “Daddy.”
“What would you call it?” I demand. “Once you knew that I had your key, you found out everything you possibly could about me. You found out where I lived. You staked out my street. Then you moved into the apartment across the street from me. One with a window looking right up at my apartment.” And the part that ticks me off the most? She spent her scant savings on this whole thing, bringing her bank account down to double digits. “And with that apartment, you took on an insane rent commitment for a total dump—”
She interjects, “Hey! It’s not a dump. I’ve come to love this place.”
“Stick to the subject, please.”
“Sorry, daddy,” she says.
I continue. “So you moved across the street from me. Found an apartment with a nice big window facing my place.” Time to drop a real truth bomb, one she’ll be shocked about. “Then you started acting really, really naughty…”
I wait to see if she’ll confess her sins. Instead, I get a murmur of, “Hmm…”
“You just happened to have a habit of walking past your window. Naked?” The memory of the first time I saw her breezing by her windowsill, bare skin on display for me comes back, heat and desire flashing through me.
She grumbles at me. “Half naked. I had on a bra and panties.”
“Yes. Sorry. Half-naked, tempting me in your bra and panties—my favorite ones were the white ones with the little flowers, by the way—and lounging in your windowsill in your scanty little scraps of fabric you call dresses. You knew you would pique my curiosity. You knew I would look you up. You knew I would contact you.”
“And when you found me?” she asks.
“I realized who you were. I knew you were that sweet little lost girl visiting her father’s office. The girl whose key I had. Then I figured out what you were doing. Trying to seduce me to get me interested in you so you could get close to me and get the key.” I give her a moment to process, then ask. “Were you going to steal it?”
“I honestly don’t know what I thought I was going to do. I didn’t get that far.” She gives another sigh. “You weren’t… you didn’t… um… end up being what I expected you to be.”
She was expecting a well-mannered CEO when she was stalking me. One who would take her out. Buy her a few drinks. She’d get him drunk, have him take her back to his, and find that key. Then she’d have what she wanted and be done with him.
I won’t be dismissed so easily.
Yes, she thought she was getting a man she could manipulate.
What she got was a very demanding, dirty, dirty daddy.
"I wasn’t what you expected me to be?" I ask. “In the texts?”
"Yes," she says, shyly.
“You knew I would reach out to you, didn’t you?”
“Yes. At least, I hoped you would,” she says.
I hold back a dark chuckle, thinking of what her face must have looked like when she got those first filthy texts from me.
I’ll be your daddy now
Little Reece
Doesn’t every good girl need a daddy
“But something about the texts surprised you, didn’t they?” I ask. I shift in my seat, holding back the urge to rub the stiffness from my throbbing cock.
She’s so shy now, barely able to talk, my naughty little girl. Finally, she says, “Yes.”
I ask, “You were going after CEO Bryant Long, but you didn’t know you were stalking a daddy, did you?”
She really had no idea what she was getting into.
She still doesn't.
I can hear the blush rising in her cheeks. “No. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Tell me, how did those first texts make you feel?”
More silence.
“Baby?”
“I don’t want to talk about this. It’s…embarrassing.”
I step outside the Bentley onto the sidewalk, gazing up at her window. “Look outside.”
She appears behind the glass, her hair hanging like curtains on either side of her beautiful face.
She gives me a little wave. “I see you down there.”
“I see you too," I say. "And if you’re not going to talk to me over the phone, I’m going to come up there and talk to you in person.”
“I really don’t want to talk about this.” She perches on the sill, looking down at me. “If you come up, I won’t let you in.”
“If I come up there and that door isn’t open for me, you’re not going to be a very happy girl.”
She stares down from the safety of her perch.
“Daddy's on the way up, kitten. And you're in serious trouble.” I slip my phone into my pocket. I’ll be needing my hands.
I knew what she was doing the second I saw her parading across the window in her matching bra and panty set, sipping at a mug. She’s not the first woman who’s tried to catch a billionaire. Only Reece isn’t after my money.
Just a key.
I gave it a few weeks. Enjoyed the show. Gathered as much information on her as I could.
Then, last night, I texted my babygirl.
I take the stairs two at a time. The concrete edge of the top step crumbles under my boot heel. Piece of shit apartment. She won’t be spending another night in this dump.
I bang on her door—I knew it wouldn’t be opened for me. My little girl does like to be bad sometimes, doesn’t she?
This little prank she’s pulling is going to earn her a very sore bottom.
“Reece. Open this door. Now.”
“No!" She shouts from the other side of the door, "Go away. I told you I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
I lean a hand on the door frame. Lord, give me strength to deal with this little hellcat. “I’m the one who decides when this subject is closed. And it’s not. Now open the door.”
“No.”
I could kick the door in. Break it down. Splinter it into little toothpicks that would scatter all over the cheap carpet of this hallway.
But I don’t need to do that.
All I need to do is embarrass my kitten a little bit. And she’ll open that door right up, welcoming the big bad wolf into her house.
I raise my voice so everyone with an apartment on this floor and in the next block can hear me loud and clear. “Reece Bright. This is your daddy speaking, and you’ve already earned yourself a good, hard spanking.”
Down the hall, a door on the left opens a touch. An older woman’s curious face peers out from the crack.
I keep going. “And unless you want to make it two, you’d better—”
Bingo.
Her door flies open.
She stares daggers at me. “Oh my God! This is sooo embarrassing! Everyone can hear you. I have to live here, you know,” she hisses, peeking down the hall.
She waves at the woman who’s staring at us. “Don’t worry, Ms. Painer. He’s just a friend, playing a practical joke.”
“Not true.” I look at her neighbor. “I’m here to punish a naughty girl. You’re welcome to come and watch if you’d like to, ma'am.”
“Oh my god!” Reece buries her blushing face in her hands.
I turn back to Reece, lowering my voice. “You going to invite me in or do you want me to keep the show going?”
“No! God, please, no. Come in. Come in, already.” Reece opens the door wider for me.
I give Ms. Painer a little wave. “So nice to meet you!”
Ms. Painer slams her door shut.
Too bad her nosy neighbor didn’t take me up on my offer.
I love an audience.
I brush past Reece, making myself at home. The empty boxes and bags from my gifts are neatly folded on the windowsill. The clothing and shoes must be tucked away. I don’t see them.
I take her in. She’s wearing ripped blue jeans that hug her curves in the sexiest way and a tight white tee. She wears no bra underneath, judging by her already peaked nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the shirt.
I move closer, reaching for her. I brush my hand over her full breast, taking a nipple between my finger and thumb. “Looks like daddy’s got you excited already.” I give her nipple a pinch through her tee.
“What are you doing?” The pink in her cheeks deepens but she doesn’t push my hand away.
“Where are all the pretty things I gave you?” I ask, taking a seat on her couch. I lean back, wrapping my arms across the back of the sofa, spreading my thighs as wide as they go. I cock a grin. “I thought you’d be in your pretty dress for daddy by now, packing for our trip.”
She crosses her arms over her breasts, an attempt to hide from me. “I don’t know if I’m going,” she lies.
“Yes, you do. Now don’t lie to daddy, kitten, or I’m going to have to spank you even longer than I’m already planning on.”
“Spank me?” Her breath catches in her throat and she backs away. “I don’t think so.”
“Well, daddy does think so, and my opinion is the only one that matters right now. We have a lot to talk about and I’d prefer to do the talking with your beautiful body laid over my lap.”
She eyes the vast expanse of my open thighs. She swallows hard. Clears her throat. A whisper of a whine rises from her.
I pat my thigh. “Now come lay over daddy’s lap like a good girl.”
She eyes the door, deciding whether she’ll take her chances and run.
“Come here.” I brush my fingers over the buckle of my belt. “Don’t make me take my belt off and chase you down that hallway, little girl.”
The image is too much for her. Finally, she decides to submit. But she takes her sweet time about it. Wrapping her arms around her torso, she inches towards me on her bare feet.
“That’s a girl. A little closer.” My cock stirs in my pants. I’m getting hard just thinking about having her laying over my lap.
“Daddy…I don’t want to.”
Jesus. That’s cute as hell.
But not permissible.
“What you want doesn’t matter right now. The only thing that matters is what daddy says. And daddy says, come here.” I pat my thigh again.
She gives a shame-filled shuddering sigh as she moves to the outside of my left thigh. She stares down at my thighs, giving herself a moment.
Then, like the good little kitten she is, she crawls across my lap. I grab her hips, pulling her where I want her, with her ass perched perfectly over the center of my left thigh, her legs dangling down.
Her torso is stretched out over my other leg, her pink face buried in her hands.
“Good girl.” I run my hand over her denim-covered bottom. “I know that was hard for you. You have a hard time obeying daddy, don’t you?”
“Sometimes,” she mumbles into her hands. “Like when you’re going to spank my ass.”
I hold back a chuckle. God, this girl is adorable. And the curves on her… I run my fingertip underneath the very bottom curve of her ass… perfect.
“The first thing I want to talk about,” I slide my finger along the thick seam of denim that’s running up the crack of her ass. “Is how you felt when you got those texts from me and found out you’d been stalking a daddy?”
“Um…I don’t know.” She wriggles her hips, thoroughly embarrassed by my question, totally turned on by my touch.
I lift my hand, bringing it down with a satisfying smack on the center of her right cheek.
She gives a little yelp. “Ow!”
I bring my hand down on the left cheek, right in the middle of her full curves.
She sucks air between her teeth. “That hurts!”
“It’s going to hurt more if you don’t start talking,” I say, lifting my hand in the air and letting it hover over her ass.
“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you, alright?”
“Don’t get sassy.” I spank her, hard, several times in a row, alternating cheeks until she cries out.
Her voice is sweet as she pleads. “Okay, I’m sorry, daddy. I tell you now.”
I stop spanking her, smoothing a hand over her punished bottom. “Start talking.”
“At first…” She wriggles her hips a little and I know the combination of the sharp spanks with the sweet touches I’m giving her now are making her panties very, very wet. “I was like, weirded out. You know? If my parading in front of the window in my bra and panties trick worked, I thought you would call, or send someone to invite me to meet you in person. I wasn’t expecting texts and no…I wasn’t expecting the kinds of texts you sent me.”
“The daddy ones?” I ask, thinking of all those sexy messages I sent her.
I’ll be your daddy now
Little Reece
Doesn’t every good girl need a daddy?
Be a good girl tonight
Don’t talk to strangers
Daddy’s watching
Daddy knows you left your phone
And your door unlocked
And where’s your coat
Naughty girl
Daddy will have to punish you
“Yes.” She gives a little moan as I explore her curves over her jeans. “Those. At first, I thought they were sick. Crazy. Wrong. But then the more you sent, I kinda started to look forward to them, I guess.”
“Tell me, baby.” I slide my hand between the tops of her thighs, spreading them open. I run my hand up and down the denim that covers her pussy.
And ask her the question that’s really on my mind.
“Tell me, babygirl,” I keep stroking. “Did my texts make your pussy wet?”