Giddy Up, Daddy (Dirty Daddies 2024 Anthology #5)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

What?

That had to be a joke. Right? There was no way that she could . . . that he could expect her to . . .

Make herself come.

While he watched.

She couldn’t even say ‘pussy’, how could she be expected to touch herself?

With him watching.

“I . . . I can’t . . .” She shook her head.

“No?”

“Noo,” she groaned.

“Hmm.” He ran his finger under her panties and through her slick lips. “But you’re so wet. Don’t you want to come, darlin’? Don’t you want to shatter while you scream my name?”

Yes.

She wanted that so much.

“I do . . . I just can’t touch myself.”

“Yes, you can.”

Blakely shook her head frantically. “Please, I can’t.”

“Lie back,” he commanded.

Lying on her back, she stared up at the ceiling. She didn’t know whether not looking at him made things better or worse.

“Put your feet up on the mattress and spread your legs wide.”

She did as he ordered without thought.

“You like being given orders, don’t you, darlin’? Having the choice taken out of your hands.”

“You can’t order me to touch myself!” she cried.

“Can’t I? I think I could.” Stafford stood and studied her closely.

Could he? Or would she have to say her safeword?

“But I’ll make things easy on you. I’ll give you the orgasm.”

Thank God.

She breathed out a sigh of relief and gave him a grateful smile.

Turns out, she shouldn’t have been so relieved.

“After I give you a spanking.”

Stafford watched as those words sunk in. Her mouth opened in shock.

“A spanking?”

“You’ve got to be punished. And if you won’t make yourself come while I watch, then I need to come up with something else.”

She gave him a suspicious look. “And that something is a spanking?”

“Yes, a spanking. I’ll spank your ass. And then I’m going to make you come. Normally, you wouldn’t get to come after a spanking, but I’m feeling generous.”

Plus, he really needed to touch her, taste her, to hear her cry out in pleasure and know that he was the one who made her come.

“Couldn’t we skip the spanking?”

“It’s your choice, baby. Make yourself come while I watch or get your bottom spanked. Which one are you going to choose?”

He slid his finger under the material of her panties and along her slick lips. It was probably a bit mean to touch her like this while she was trying to think, but he couldn’t help himself.

“God, you’re so wet. You really got turned on watching me, didn’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she moaned, moving her hips up and down. “Please.”

He was fairly certain that he could order her to touch herself and she’d obey. But he didn’t want to do that. He didn’t want to risk her feeling ashamed after.

At least he wouldn’t do it this first time.

Not until she trusted him more.

Reluctantly, he pulled his finger away, and she let out a noise of protest. “Don’t stop!”

“I’m sorry, darlin’. But you don’t get to come until after your spanking.” He slid his finger into his mouth. “Yum. You taste delicious.”

“I do?” She sounded surprised.

“Yes, has no one ever told you that?”

She shook her head, blushing. “I always thought it was . . . that it was kind of a chore for men to do that.”

“A chore?” What sort of men had she been dating?

Actually, he didn’t want to know. Because he wanted to be the only man in her life.

Fuck.

Getting ahead of yourself, much?

“I cannot wait to get my mouth on your pussy. To eat you out. To hear your cries of pleasure as I suck on your clit, as I tongue your entrance. I fucking love eating pussy and I’m going to become addicted to yours, I can tell.”

“I want the spanking.”

To his surprise, she sat up and practically crawled on top of him where he was still kneeling on the floor. She actually placed herself over his lap. “Give it to me.”

Um.

That was a quick change of mind. Then it hit him why she was suddenly over his lap, ready for her punishment. She thought that the sooner she was punished, the quicker he would get to pleasuring her.

It was cute how she thought she got to call the shots.

“You want your spanking?” He rubbed her bottom.

“Yes,” she said, wriggling around as though trying to prompt him into spanking her.

“Well, unfortunately for you, you’re not in charge of when you get your spanking.”

“You’re not going to give it to me now? You’ll make me wait?” She rolled off his lap to sit on the floor. “Then why did you put me over your lap?”

“I didn’t. You put yourself over my lap.” He rose and sat on the bed.

“Semantics,” she muttered.

“Come here.” He held out his hand and helped her up. Then he drew her between his open legs. “I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you. And this is a punishment spanking so it won’t be much fun. But as soon as it’s over, I’m going to lay you on the bed and eat you out until you scream. Okay?”

Blakely nodded. “Yes.”

“Remember, this is a special punishment. Normally, you wouldn’t get to come after a spanking.”

“I understand.”

“My good girl. Come here. I need to kiss you first.” Reaching up, he wrapped his hand around the back of her head and drew her to him.

Then he kissed her.

Long. Hard. Deep.

Fuck.

His dick was fully hard. It was like the damn thing had forgotten that it had come less than half an hour ago.

Pulling back, he arranged her so she was face down on this lap. Grasping hold of her purple panties, he stripped them off her.

“Ohh,” she said, sounding surprised.

“Spankings are always given on bare bottoms, baby,” he told her.

Hmm. He didn’t know where that rule came from, but it sounded perfect to him. He didn’t need her panties standing between them.

He rubbed her bottom until she relaxed slightly.

Smack!

He slapped his hand down on her ass.

Slap! Slap!

He landed several more before stopping to check on her. Her cheeks were a nice pink color, and he rubbed the heat in.

“How are you doing, darlin’?” he asked.

“That was so mean!” she cried.

“Mean? It’s a punishment.”

“I want my pleasure now!” she said, trying to wriggle off his lap. He held her down.

“Where are you going, darlin’? Do you really think we’re finished?”

Blakely glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “We’re not?”

“My poor girl. No, baby. We’re not finished. That was just the warm-up.”

“The warm-up!” she cried before he started to spank her again.

This time, he kept up a steady space. Back and forth. Smack after smack until her ass was a deeper red and her breathing was choppy.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asked as he stopped and ran his finger lightly over her bottom.

“How am I doing?” she cried. “My bottom hurts! I’m not going to be able to sit tomorrow.”

Hmm. He hadn’t spanked her that hard. This was her first spanking from him, and he didn’t know her pain tolerance.

“Every time you sit, you’ll think about being spanked. And you’ll hopefully remember to behave yourself.”

Or not.

They’d have to wait and see.

“Have you finished?” she asked.

“Not quite.”

“Nooo,” she cried as he raised his hand.

“That wasn’t your safeword,” he pointed out. “What is your safeword?”

“Red.”

“Do you need to use it?” he asked.

“I . . . there’s a difference between want and need,” she grumbled.

“Yes, there is. Do you need to use your safeword, baby?”

“No.”

“Such a good girl.” He gave her several more spanks. Nothing too harsh. And then he picked her up, turning her in his arms so she straddled his legs, and her face was pressed to his chest.

Stafford ran his hand up and down her back. “You were such a good girl. So brave. You did so well.”

She leaned back to give him a skeptical look. “All I did was get spanked. I just had to lie there.”

“Yes, but you were very brave. Especially since it was your first spanking from me.”

“It was only the second spanking I’ve ever had,” she confessed. “I’ve never dated a Dom before. However, when I was in Chicago, I visited a club a few times that was age-play friendly and I negotiated a scene to have my bottom spanked.”

He had to force himself not to visibly tense.

Stafford had never been to a BDSM club before. Although he definitely liked to be in control in the bedroom. And he enjoyed spanking and bondage. But he didn’t like the idea of her in a club on her own.

“Did you enjoy going to the club?”

She shrugged. “A bit. It just felt a bit . . . I don’t know . . . strange? I didn’t know the Dominant and that works for some people. But, for me, I think I needed something more authentic. Or to at least know and trust the person spanking me. It was all a bit scripted for my taste and I know that was for my safety. But this felt . . . different.”

“Different good?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Is there anything you’d want done differently?” he asked curiously.

“Um, maybe for you to spank less hard.”

Hmm. He wasn’t sure that she really wanted that. Or that she needed it, either.

“I don’t think that’s really what’s best for you,” he told her.

“I don’t like that sort of reasoning.”

“No, because that means that you have to sit on a sore bottom the next day.” He patted her butt lightly.

“Hey! No more spanking!”

“No?” he queried.

“No!”

“Then what shall we do?” He pretended to think. “We can sit and watch a movie?”

“Stafford! No!”

“No? Then what?”

“You were going to . . . I mean I thought you wanted to . . .”

He decided to take pity on her. His poor girl really did struggle with saying what she needed.

“Oh, you thought I was going to lick your pussy until you screamed.” He moved them so she was lying on her back on the bed and he was kneeling between her legs. “Is that what you thought?”

Blakely nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“Such a good girl using her manners. How could I refuse to give her what she needs?” Grasping hold of her legs, he pushed them apart so he could stare at that gorgeous, wet pussy.

“Stafford?” she whispered.

He glanced up to see that her cheeks were red. “Yes?”

“I . . . what are you staring at?”

“The most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh Lord,” she groaned. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

He had to grin as she covered her face with her hands.

“Why wouldn’t I say it when it’s the truth?” He leaned over her, placing one hand on the mattress by her head as he used his other hand to brush hers away from her face. Then he kissed her. Lightly at first, but then harder. Drawing back, he moved his mouth down her neck to where it met her shoulder.

“You are so beautiful. So sexy. So damn delicious.”

“I’ve never had anyone talk to me like you do,” she told him.

Oh, he liked that. Kneeling, he grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it off over her head. Then he drew her up so he could reach around and undo her bra, drawing it off.

She let out a small sigh of pleasure.

“You good, baby?” he asked as she lay back.

“Just grateful to have that torture device off. They ought to be banned.”

“It feels that bad to wear it?” he asked with a frown.

“Not when it’s on, I guess. But it feels so good to take it off.” She raised her hands above her head and stretched like a cat.

He liked that she wasn’t super shy with her body. Considering she’d been horrified at the idea of touching herself while he watched, he’d thought she might be more shy.

Bending down, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked.

“Oh. Ohhh.” She placed her hand on the back of his head. “More, please. More.”

He moved his mouth to her other nipple, sucking again.

“That feels so good.”

Hmm. Seemed she liked having her nipples played with. He tongued the tight bud, flicking it lightly.

Her breathing grew louder as he gave each nipple the same attention.

“Please, please,” she cried.

“It’s all right, darlin’. I’m going to take good care of you. Shh.” He kissed down her tummy until he reached her pussy. Then he parted the lips of her pussy.

So fucking beautiful.

Leaning in, he took a long lick. “God, you taste amazing.”

“I do?” There was a note of vulnerability in her voice, and he knew he had to tread carefully.

He wanted to lift her up. Make her feel amazing and beautiful.

Stafford wanted her to know her worth.

“Fucking delicious. And so beautiful. If I could spend time every day between these legs, I’d be a damn happy man.”

“Stafford! You can’t say things like that!”

He could.

Although he likely shouldn’t.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he ran his tongue over her clit, flicking it softly. Sometimes, actions were better than words.

At least they were when he didn’t trust the words that were about to come from his mouth.

As he played with her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy, thrusting them back and forth.

“Oh. Ohhh.”

The noises of pleasure she made spurred him on. He slowed his movements, then sped them up until she was right on the cusp. Then he slowed them down again.

“No. No, please,” she begged. “Please.”

“What do you want, darlin’?” he asked as he kept his fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.

“I . . . I can’t say it.”

“Yes, you can,” he reassured her. “Tell me what you need. You’re so wet for me. You’re such a good girl. Tell me.”

“To come. I need to come,” she said quickly, as though she just wanted to get the words out.

“Well done, baby. Was that so hard?”

“Kind of,” she groaned.

He’d teach her to be more open with her needs. To be unashamed of them.

Will you?

Isn’t this a one-off?

He quieted that internal voice and concentrated on eating his girl out until her cries filled the room and she found her release. He continued to lick her pussy gently, bringing her back down slowly.

Plus, he was reluctant to stop tasting her.

He lay on his back next to her before arranging her on top of him, chest to chest.

She was breathing heavily, and he just held her, giving her time to calm down. Rubbing his hand up and down her back, he waited for her to come back to herself.

“That was . . . that was . . . I don’t even have words.”

He had to grin. “No?”

“No, wait. I do have a word. Magical.”

“Ooh, big word coming from a magician.”

Blakely sighed sadly. “A failed magician.”

What the hell?

Stafford rolled her onto her back and rested up on his elbow so he could stare down at her.

Grasping her chin, he held her face still as he gave her a firm look. “I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself that again. You are not a failed anything.”

“But I am! None of my tricks ever work out. You’re a better magician than me!”

“I’ve never performed a magic trick,” he told her.

“You just performed magic on me, though.” Her smile was forced and didn’t reach her eyes.

“First of all, that was terrible. Second, while it’s cute you think my skills are magic, it’s not the same thing. Say that again about yourself and you’re going to find yourself back over my knee.”

She pouted. “Do you spank all the women you date?”

He tensed.

Then she tensed as well.

“Only the really naughty ones,” he said after too long a pause. Which made it sound very awkward.

Shit.

“I didn’t mean anything by that.” She sat up hastily and searched around for her clothes. She pulled her top on.

Should he tell her that it was inside out?

Not important.

“Blakely,” he said, sitting up as well as he watched her try to shove her foot into her jeans. “Blakely, stop.”

“I have to go. Sorry.” She hopped around, one foot stuck in her jeans, before she started to fall.

Leaping to his feet, he grabbed her, pulling her upright.

“Blakely, stop before you hurt yourself,” he told her sternly. He sat her down on the end of the bed and crouched to help her get her foot into her jeans.

“I’ve got it,” she said. “Please, just stop.”

Stop?

Stop touching her?

Shit. Fuck. He stood, drawing back and holding his hands up. “Blakely?—”

“Please don’t try to placate me,” she said hastily. “I feel like enough of an idiot right now. I just . . . I didn’t mean that we had to date. I don’t know why that came out like that. I didn’t come in here to . . . to trap you into a relationship.”

Fuck.

“Blakely, I know you didn’t,” he said hastily. “I’m not upset or mad at you.”

She eyed him skeptically.

“Baby, I’m not.”

“I don’t know why I said that. I know you don’t want a relationship. You’re too busy with the ranch.”

“I am busy with the ranch,” he said slowly. But was that a reason to put the rest of his life on hold?

He’d thought it was.

Now, he wasn’t so sure. Did he really want his life to be all about work?

Shit.

Was he really thinking about starting a relationship? With Blakely?

But the ranch wasn’t the only obstacle in their path.

“I’m not a Daddy,” he said quietly.

She was now standing and had her jeans on. Shit. He hadn’t even noticed her move.

You need to get yourself together.

“What?” she said.

He needed to handle this very carefully. “I don’t think there’s any doubt that there’s something between us.”

“You mean sex,” she said bluntly.

“I mean desire, attraction, mutual respect.”

She frowned as she studied him. “But?”

“There’s not a but, exactly. However?—”

“However is the same as but,” she interrupted him.

“Do you need to go back over my lap?” he asked her.

Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that.

“Blakely, you’re a Little.”

“Um, yes?” she asked.

“And you deserve a Daddy. I’m not a Daddy. I’m not a Dom. And you’re right, I shouldn’t get into a relationship at the moment. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” she told him. “I knew that. I just . . . I shouldn’t have let this happen. No more spankings or threats of spankings. Or any of this. It’s . . . it’s too confusing for me. I think . . . I can’t do casual or whatever this was. I’m sorry.”

Turning, she fled from the room.

Well.

That went well.