Daddy, Sir (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #6)

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Since she didn’t have a key, she’d had the foresight to leave the back door unlocked. That was handy when they stumbled into the house, because her hands were full of fast food, and his were full of her.

She couldn’t blame the drinks; the heavy conversation had thoroughly sobered her up in the parking lot. Not that she’d been that tipsy anyway, but she was fully in control of her facilities when she leaned over in the driveway and pressed her lips to his.

It was meant to be a taste. Just a sweet, low-heat brush of the lips to see how it felt to kiss him. She’d been fantasizing about doing it for so long, but it turned into something hungry and desperate almost immediately. His tongue pushed between her lips, aggressively exploring her mouth, and she couldn’t help responding.

The kissing turned into groping, with both of them awkwardly fumbling in the front seat, until the car was knocked into neutral and started to roll backward. Oliver quickly stepped on the brake and blew out a loud breath of air that ended in a laugh. “Wow. Maybe we should take this inside.”

“I guess we should, before one of the neighbors tells my mother we were making out in her driveway.” Jamie paused, then laughed. “Of course, I could tell her this was the alternative to having boys in the house.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “As tempting as that is… I’d rather not end up rolling down the street with my pants down. Let’s take this inside, so we can relax and enjoy it.”

She couldn’t argue with that. She got out of the car, but between the driveway and the house, they somehow ended up with their hands all over each other again. It was like a magnetic attraction neither of them could escape.

Her appetite was gone, for greasy fast food anyway. She tossed the bags on the table, and gave Oliver, Daddy now, all her attention. Her arms looped around his neck and her head fell back so she could stare up at him.

In high school he’d been cute, but maturity looked good on him. He looked tough, like the military man he was, but those beautiful blue eyes hadn’t changed. “You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted this.”

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, and then asked, “Did you know I had a thing for you? When we were in school, I mean.”

He leaned in, swiping his tongue across the lip, following where her own had just been, before he answered. “I guessed. It was… sweet, and a little bit aggravating.”

She stiffened, and in a tone of mock outrage, “Aggravating?”

Oliver chuckled. “Yes, brat, aggravating. Even if your way of showing affection hadn’t been driving me nuts every chance you got, having my best friend develop romantic feelings for me was… awkward. Especially with the age difference. I thought you’d grow out of it.”

Jamie rolled her eyes. “Guess you were wrong, Daddy .”

“I guess I was, and I’ve never been happier to be wrong.” He pulled her up tight against his body, arms locking around her waist. “But it would never have worked out between us.”

A pang of hurt flashed through her and she inhaled sharply. “Why would you say that?”

“Because, sweetheart, that teenage boy wouldn’t have known how to deal with you. He was clueless about what you needed. It would have been a disaster, but it’s not a problem now.” His mouth tilted up in a grin.

She felt the tension slipping away. “No?”

“Nope.” His voice dropped low and took on a gravelly tone. “I know exactly what you need, brat. Now, let’s find the bedroom, because otherwise we’re going to fuck on the kitchen table, and if we do that, I’m never going to be able to look your mother in the eye again.”

It sent a wave of excitement through her body, and it ended right at her clit, which pulsed in response. Her brain short-circuited and she couldn’t even manage a smart-assed response. Luckily, Oliver remembered where her room was, and he pulled her down the hall without needing directions.

He stopped short in the doorway. “This is different,” he said, but he didn’t wait for her to attempt an answer. Everything happened so quickly after that, at least at first. They fumbled with each other’s clothing with an eagerness that was exhilarating, but didn’t get them very far.

He stopped her. “Let me do it,” he said, as he brushed her hands aside and turned her so he could unzip the dress. It was tight enough that it had to be pulled and tugged down to her waist. He left it there, and his hands moved to the bra, unfastening it with quick flicks of his fingers.

It slid down her arms, dropping it to the floor, just before he spun her around. His mouth found her neck, and she felt the scrape of his chin scruff against her skin. The rough scraping was an exciting contrast to the softness of his lips and tongue. She let out a low moan, shuddering as he moved up the line of her neck to nip at her ear.

“How do you want this?” he whispered. His hot breath tickled as it blew across the wet lines his tongue had made.

“How?” She was having trouble thinking and the question didn’t make any sense.

He pulled back so he could see her. “Slow and gentle? Hard and fast?”

She took a page out of his book and simply said, “Yes.”

Oliver laughed. “You can have it all, but I’d like to know where to start, sweetheart.”

Her pussy was demanding attention, and as much as she loved the idea of slow exploratory lovemaking… she also felt like she’d die if they didn’t get right into it. Decisions were hard and she didn’t want to think.

She met his eyes. “Isn’t that something the Daddy should decide?”

He tilted his head, a smile slowly curving his mouth. “If I decide, it’s going to start with spanking and end with you begging to come.”

Ahhh . Was this even real? It was like something right out of her fantasies. There was a steady pulse between her thighs now, demanding his touch, demanding to be filled.

He continued, as if he wasn’t completely destroying her ability to concentrate. “I won’t always ask you what you want, but this is new. We haven’t set any ground rules yet, and I wanted you to have a say. Still want to leave it up to me?”

Jamie had always been attracted to guys who seemed dominant. The reality had been disappointing. For many of them leading the way meant taking their pleasure and expecting her to be happy just to be of use. Or, alternatively, she’d had to give them step-by-step instructions if she wanted her needs met. Neither had given her much pleasure, which was probably why she rarely made time to date.

But she instinctively knew it wouldn’t be like that with Oliver. He’d changed a lot over the years, but the core was still the same. “Yes, you decide.”

His hands settled on her hips, just above where the dress rested. “Good girl. There are a million things we should discuss, and I don’t even know how much experience you have…” He trailed off and waited.

“Bedroom kink. Foreplay, that’s about it, but I’ve read a lot.” Mostly fiction, and she wasn’t sure how much it differed from reality.

He nodded. “So, you know about safewords? Do you have one?”

She shrugged. “Red.” She liked to keep things simple.

“Good enough for now.” His eyes searched her face, though she wasn’t sure what he was looking for. “If you want me to stop, make sure you use it.”

“Okay.”

He narrowed his eyes. “How about ‘Yes, Daddy’.”

She refrained from rolling her eyes, but it was a near thing, and she couldn’t quite keep the irritation out of her voice, when she dutifully repeated, “Yes, Daddy.”

It was frustrating. He was trying to have conversations when she wanted to be doing things. She’d waited long enough for him, and now she wanted to be fucked. She didn’t want to talk about safewords and decisions.

Oliver shook his head. “You definitely need your ass spanked.”

It was the perfect opportunity to push, and she couldn’t resist. “And yet we don’t seem to be getting any closer to that happening.”

Both eyebrows went up as he gave her an incredulous look and then a slow smirk slid across his lips. “Well, then let’s take care of that right now. Shall we?”

She had just a moment to wonder if she’d made a mistake, pushed too hard. Her stomach seemed to drop, and a dizzying sensation rolled over her that caused her skin to stipple and her nipples to crinkle up as they hardened.

It was finally happening.

“Finish stripping, but leave the heels on.”

Jamie shimmied the dress down past her hips and it dropped to the floor in a whisper of fabric. She carefully stepped out of it. The soaked panties followed. The fact that they matched the bra was more evidence that she’d been lying to herself about what she’d wanted from the evening. She never bothered to match unless there was a chance someone, besides herself, would be seeing them.

Having the shoes on, and nothing else, made her feel more naked somehow. And, of course, they changed her posture, so she wasn’t just standing there, she was presenting herself to him.

He took his time, looking her over, clearly enjoying the sight. Her heartrate sped up. Her breaths were shallow and fast. She felt so aware of every inch of her skin, and all of it seemed extra sensitive.

His hand closed around her upper arm, and he pulled her over to the bed and bent her over the end. She started by bracing her hands on the bed, but that wasn’t enough. He planted a hand on her back and pushed until she dropped to her elbows with a surprised squeak.

“Spread your legs nice and wide for Daddy.”

That was an order she wasn’t going to argue with, and quickly shifted her feet apart. The heels made the position awkward; her back was bowed, and everything was on display, including her dripping pussy and wet inner thighs.

His hand found her pussy immediately, parting her lower lips and stroking her clit. “I knew I’d find you soaked. Does the idea of me spanking your ass turn you on?”

She groaned. Of course it did, but she didn’t want to admit it. “No.”

One hand kept playing with her swollen nub, but his other swept across her ass with a hard slap that rocked her forward. “No?”

It hurt more than she’d expected. The foreplay spanks she was used to were usually halfhearted at best, but there was something satisfyingly intense about the way her skin burned. She could almost feel the outline of his hand, and then a second later another slap landed, and she blurted, “Maybe!”

“You don’t want to lie to Daddy, brat. Tell me the truth. Tell me that you can’t stop mouthing off because you need a good hard spanking to make you behave.” Every demand was punctuated with another smack, and each seemed harder than the last.

And she loved it. Needed it. Wanted more. What she didn’t want was to have to admit it. She pressed her lips together in a tight seam and said nothing, while he continued to spank.

The palm of his hand was hard, and his arm seemed tireless as it swung. “I can keep this up all night. In fact, there’s nothing I love more than giving a nice long spanking. I guarantee your ass will give out before my hand does.”

The threat drew a whimper into her throat, but she held it back. The burning was going to consume her. The heat spread across her body, enflaming not just the spanked skin, but all of her.

She should have hated it, but she didn’t. Her pussy clenched, demanding to be filled and she found herself lifting her ass for the slaps, instead of trying to avoid them. “Please,” burst from her lips.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please don’t stop.” It surprised her. She hadn’t planned to say that.

He chuckled. “Hadn’t planned on it.” But he did stop, just for a minute or two. His fingers pressed into her, pushing inside as she rocked back on them and cried out. She rode his hand desperately, but just when she was almost there…

He went back to spanking. “Remember what I said about begging? I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.

She might have disagreed, but the sudden flurry of slaps that sizzled across her ass were a distraction. Every time it started to feel like too much, he would switch back to teasing her. He’d strum her clit or thrust two fingers inside until the ouch turned to mmm and her mind felt like it was about to float away in a haze of pleasure.

But he didn’t let her come, not until she gave up all dignity and begged. Not even then actually, because he didn’t give her what she wanted immediately, and then she messed up. It took her so long to get to the point of being willing to beg, that frustration quickly set in, when he continued to tease her just to the edge.

“Damn it, Ollie! I begged; what more do you want?” she snapped, when his fingers slid from her, and he began to spank again.

“Excuse me, brat?”

The next spank was especially searing. The impact made her gasp, and there was a sudden uh-oh feeling. “I didn’t mean—” It turned into a yelp when his hand shifted downward and suddenly began to slap across her thighs.

It was a different kind of pain, biting and sharp. Her body struggled to turn it into arousal and for the first time she realized spankings didn’t have to be fun. “I’m sorry!”

“For what?” he asked. His tone was calm and seemed to belie the fierce stinging of his hand.

“For… for being mouthy.”

“That’s a start. And what are you supposed to call me?”

It took her a second to remember that he didn’t like the nickname Ollie, and then a further second to remember that he was Daddy now. “Daddy! I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Another dozen or so swats peppered the back of each thigh, making her jump and squirm. “Now, tell me you need this.”

“I need it, Daddy!” Even now, when it burned so much, she knew it was true. She needed the spanking, and not just for foreplay. She needed the whole package, punishment too. “But please, I need you in me,” she added, just in case he’d forgotten how desperately she needed him to fuck her.

He laughed and squeezed one sore cheek. “I think I can do something about that. Knees on the bed, Jamie.”

She scrambled to obey, before he changed his mind. As she settled onto her knees and elbows, she heard the crinkle of a wrapper and looked over her shoulder to see him unrolling a condom over his cock. She cringed when she realized she hadn’t even thought about protection. She’d been so absolutely lost in her own horny adventure that she’d completely spaced.

It was especially galling that her mother had warned her, and she’d blown it off. Of course, she’d never do something so unsafe—except, apparently, when she was overcome with lust. Thank goodness Ollie was responsible, because Jamie wasn’t even currently on birth control.

Before she could berate herself too badly, she felt the tip of his cock pressing between her folds. He circled her clit with the head, and she moaned and spread herself wider for more friction. It was just another kind of teasing, bringing her close without the payoff, but it didn’t last too long.

He centered himself at her entrance and began to work his way into her. The slowness was probably to build anticipation. She was too wet and ready to need much effort, and after a couple shallow thrusts to test, her Daddy began to give her what she needed: a hard, rough fucking.

He gripped her hips, held her in place, and slammed home with a long thrust that took her breath away. It felt so good. There was a stretching, a burning from the sudden deepness, but she loved it.

He began to snap his hips, setting a pace that left her clawing at the sheets and making sounds that were barely human. With her back arched and her face buried in her arms, she rocked back to match his thrusts, pushing back to take every inch of him.

Time seemed to freeze. The world retreated. There was just Jamie, her Daddy, and a series of sensations that threatened to overload her mind.

Her ass throbbed, and every time he thrust into her, it seemed to refresh the burn.

She heard rough, harsh breathing, and realized some of it was hers. It almost drowned out the thundering of her pulse in her ears.

And there was a tightening, a coiling, low inside as she climbed closer to her peak. She was terrified that he’d pull the orgasm away before she reached it, and she was so close.

“Please, Daddy. Please, don’t stop. Yesyesyes . Oh my God, just like that…” She was barely aware of what she was saying, it was just a random stream of consciousness that poured out of her mouth as she worked desperately for that orgasm.

And then the wave crested and crashed, rolling her over and under, until there was nothing but pleasure, and heat, and her Daddy holding her in place while he continued to fuck her. She worked on autopilot, clenching tight around him, stroking him as her walls rippled.

His thrusts became more erratic, but she wasn’t in a state to notice. His fingers dug into her hips, but she barely felt the pain. What she was aware of, was the series of smaller climaxes that he kept triggering as he stroked in and out.

She was a mewling mess when he finally collapsed beside her. So out of it, that she was just suddenly aware she was in his arms, and he was holding her, without actually remembering how that had happened. Her body twitched, aftershocks zapping across her skin whenever she moved the wrong (or right) way.

Her skin felt tacky, and she itched, as the leaking arousal dried on her inner thighs. Except for her ass, which was still hot, the rest of her was chilly, but she didn’t want to do anything about any of it, because it would have meant moving.

Oliver solved one of the problems by pulling her into his arms. He was warm and he shared that warmth with her. The rest she just didn’t want to deal with yet. She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so completely relaxed before.

It was as if a tension she hadn’t noticed was suddenly gone.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, nuzzling her hair.

“Like I’m going to float away.” Was that her voice? She sounded stoned.

“Won’t happen. I’ve got you tethered now.”

She wasn’t sure what that meant but it sounded nice. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Do you…”

She never heard the rest of his question, because she fell asleep.