Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Landon

The steaks were seasoned and ready to go on the grill where the corn was already roasting in their husks. At first, I’d been leery of the idea of hosting a cook-out, but Fiona’s logic about how she couldn’t be the only one needing a break rang true. Add in the fact that though I had no plans on her living anywhere without me ever again, I didn’t want Fiona’s memories of the home she’d made for herself to be tarnished by some asshole.

“Beer, water, or soda?”

Fiona’s voice had me looking up and smiling. She might be close to leaving her twenties, but with her hair in a high ponytail on top of her head, her feet bare, and her blue jean shorts paired with a red-and-white checkered shirt, she looked like America’s girl next door. Of course, only she and I knew that beneath those shorts was a pair of white panties and nestled in the crotch of those panties was a special gift I’d had the honor of placing there myself. I still remembered the look on her face when I’d casually strode into the kitchen an hour earlier and told her to drop her shorts.

“ Am I in trouble?” she asked even as she reached for the button holding them closed.

“Should you be?”

She caught herself before she rolled her eyes but wasn’t quite as successful in hiding her snark. “I hate it when you do that, Daddy.”

“Do what?” I asked, twirling my finger in the air, indicating she should speed up.

“That! Answer my question with a question! It makes me feel…”

“Guilty?” I supplied.

“Never mind, I know I haven’t done anything to be in trouble for, which means ? —”

“This is a good girl surprise. No question, see?”

Fiona laughed and straightened, her shorts at her ankles. “Daddy, that was a question.”

“Smart aleck,” I said, reaching into my pocket. “Panties too.”

Her cheeks flushed but her panties made it to her feet as well. “Do you want them off?”

“Nope.” I moved a chair away from the kitchen table and placed it in front of her. “Hands on the seat and spread your legs as far as your clothes allow.”

“You do know that while I like a funishment spanking as much as the next submissive, I really do have a lot to finish before our guests come.”

“This isn’t a spanking. In position and push your sweet little ass out for me.” I must say, I was going to enjoy this, almost as much as I hoped Fiona would. “Uh-uh, eyes front,” I said when she attempted to sneak a look behind her. “In fact, close your eyes and keep them closed.”

An exaggerated sigh was issued as she obeyed. “You’re no fun, Daddy.”

I chuckled. “Poor babygirl. Stuck with a boring old Daddy.”

“I didn’t say you were—oww!”

“Operative word was keep them closed,” I said, moving to the drawer and pulling it open to remove a dishtowel. “But, being boring doesn’t mean being uninventive.” Folding the towel into a makeshift blindfold, I tied it around her head and gave her ponytail a tug. “Shall I continue?”

“Yes, please.”

I planned on introducing Fiona to things she’d never even heard about. I took the opportunity to tease her a bit by running my hand over both globes of her ass as well as sliding my fingers over her slit which was already moistening. There was just something about a woman who trusted you enough to present herself to you, blindfold on, legs spread and pussy and ass exposed. And speaking of ass. I took the first item from my pocket and slowly flipped the lid open to avoid the sound of its click giving my game away. However, the moment I slid my fingers from her pussy up and between the crack of her ass, her slight shudder and the lift of her hips told me she had a good idea of where my target was located.

“This might be a little cold.” I upended the bottle and squeezed until a stream of lube dropped exactly where I’d intended. She yelped as I said, “Bullseye!”

“Daddy!”

“Fiona!” I returned, in a high falsetto.

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Are you yucking my yum?” I asked as I used my fingers to spread the lube over her puckered hole.

“No, but yelling ‘bullseye’. Don’t you think that was ? —”

“Exactly the target I was aiming for.” When I began to press my finger into her ass, she moaned but not in pain. After learning that she’d never tried ass-play, I’d made it my goal to teach her how erotic it could be. From her moan and push against the invasion, I’d say I was doing a good job. “That’s it, baby. Relax and let Daddy play.” I sunk my finger to the last knuckle and then added a second, scissoring them to stretch her in preparation. When satisfied she’d be able to take the toy, I slowly pulled my fingers free, loving the soft groan of protest that came from my playmate.

I’d already taken the toy from its packaging, sanitized and tested it, so after washing my hands, I applied a nice coat of lube to the anal portion of the vibrator. It had been advertised as a multi-use vibe that promised to provide deep intense pleasure for those who desired to up their internal play. While that sounded promising, what had sold me was the fact it came with a remote control that had me instantly thinking of edging. With a single flick of a button, a turn of a knob, I was betting I’d have my little Foo-Foo doing far more than bouncing before the night was through.

“Deep breath in and hold,” I instructed as I placed the tip of the anal probe at her puckered little star. When she’d obeyed, I began to work it inside her, loving every little moan and mewl as her body attempted to defeat the invader. Of course, it didn’t stand a chance, not because I’d force the toy into her, but because Fiona wanted it seated just as much as I did.

“That’s my good girl, swallow your little toy.”

“Little? I beg to differ, Sir. I’m feeling more than a little full.”

I chuckled. “Nice to know not all advertising is exaggerated. Ready for the rest?”

“There’s more?”

“My girl deserves only the best.” This was said as I twisted the toy in her ass until its twin was properly aligned. There was no need to lube this arm of the vibrator. She was dripping wet. Her back arched when she felt the initial push of the tip, but in the next moment, she was pushing down and back as if wanting to help seat it. I had to admit that seeing the vibe fully seated, her holes plugged and her clit swollen, I had a momentary urge to rip the toy out and replace it with my cock. A quick glance at the clock on the microwave told me I had no time, not if I wanted to let Fiona become accustomed to holding the vibe without walking about as if she had a stick of dynamite up her ass. It was a conundrum my sweet babygirl was going to have to figure out herself.

“Fuck, if you aren’t the most glorious vision I’ve ever laid my eyes on…”

Squatting, I pulled her panties up and over her bottom, concealing the toy and providing a little help in holding it inside. Her shorts followed and then I removed her blindfold.

“You may open your eyes.”

Her lids lifted and she met my gaze. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils looked larger than before. She slowly straightened but looked confused. “That’s it?”

“Good things come to those who wait.” I dropped a kiss on her forehead and gave her ponytail another tug.

“But, Daddy, I-I need to come.”

“Welcome to the world of edging.”

“Daddy, that’s ? —”

“Westerly’s way, babygirl. I gotta check the grill.” At the threshold of the door leading to the backyard, I turned. “And, Fee?”

“Yes, Daddy?” she said, all sugar and spice.

“No touching. If you need to go to the bathroom, come get me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir”—she pushed her bottom lip out—“meanie, Sir.”

“Oh, babe, you have no idea.”

I’d been patiently waiting for the perfect time to launch the first salvo. The minute Zeke asked for a beer and Fiona bent to open the red cooler, I hit the switch. I almost blew my cover when she shot up as if she’d been impaled.

“Whoa, you okay?” Zeke asked, reaching out to steady her.

“Uh… uh, I-I’m fine,” Fiona said, “just a cramp.”

Zeke flipped open the cooler only to shut it and open the white one next to it. He withdrew a bottle of water and twisted off the cap. “Here, drink this. You’ve probably been drinking nothing but coffee and are dehydrated.”

I could see the slight tremble of Fiona’s hand when she took the bottle. As she lifted it to her mouth, I hit the switch, killing the power. I’d been present when she’d been surprised while drinking and I didn’t want to risk her choking.

“Thanks, Zeke.”

“No worries,” Zeke said, grabbing a beer and looking over to me. “Landon, want a beer?”

“No, but I wouldn’t turn down a bottle of water.”

“I’ll get it,” Fiona said.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek when she shot daggers at me while slowly and rather awkwardly attempting to open the cooler’s lid without bending. Zeke gave her a look but didn’t say anything, simply opened the cooler and dug out another bottle, handing it to her.

“Seriously, Fiona. If you continue cramping, drink some pickle juice.”

“I’ll do that,” she assured him with a sweet smile before walking toward me.

When she was within reaching distance, I grabbed her and pulled her to my side. “Do you need to safeword?”

“No, but you could warn a girl.”

I laughed. “And ruin the fun? Sorry, babe. Anticipation is the name of today’s game.”

She looked up at me and then at the hand in my pocket. “I take it back, Daddy. You are definitely not boring.”

“Awww, thanks, Fee, that means a lot to me.”

Slapping the bottle of water down on the grill’s table, she pulled out of my hold. “Meanie though? That is yet to be decided.”

I grilled steaks and served them up with corn and slices of sausage. I served skewers of jumbo shrimp and mushrooms to the girls, and though I’m sure I ate at least part of what I’d cooked, I honestly couldn’t have told you what it was. What I do remember is how much fun it was to tease Fiona. She became pretty good at hiding her reaction every time the first jolt hit her and had almost foiled my plan when I became so absorbed in watching her face that I almost missed the slight arch of her back that was my girl’s “tell”. Another two seconds and she’d have creamed those little panties.

Judging by the look Audra shot me, I had a pretty good idea she’d caught onto the game. Seeing as she was a Switch, I was also pretty sure she’d be asking at least one of us what toy she might want to look into buying.

The afternoon began to wind down and people stayed to help clean up. The sun was just dipping below the horizon when the last car drove away. Fiona and I stood on her porch and waved until the taillights disappeared.

“This was a great idea, babygirl. Everyone had a good time.”

“I’m glad.” Fiona turned toward me and lifted her hands to grip my shirt. “But if you don’t let me come in the next two minutes, I’m not going to be held responsible for what I do!”

All it took was a dip of my knees to have her over my shoulder. “I don’t know, there is that whole ‘meanie’ business that has yet to be resolved.”

“You must have heard me wrong. I didn’t mean ‘meanie’ in a bad way. I meant you mean so much to me. I just know how much you appreciate efficiency so I shortened it… like the military does with codes for missions.”

“Ahhh, my bad then,” I said, not buying her story but giving her an A for creativity as I carried her into the house.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, I forgive you.”

I might have actually fallen for that but for the fact that I felt her fingers digging into my pocket. “It better be my cock you’re searching for because if it’s that remote, I guarantee, one little girl is going to discover what being hog-tied and edged all night long feels like.”

Her fingers instantly twisted to the right and stroked my dick through the denim. “Smart girl.” I smiled as I pulled her off my shoulder and let her slowly slide down my body. “Wanna play?”

“Wanna take another breath?”

God, I loved this woman!