Teach Me Daddy (Daddy’s Good Girl)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

MADISON

M y heart races as I watch him from behind my black masquerade mask. Every move he makes is carefully calculated as he cracks the leather whip across the back and ass of a naked woman tied to a wooden X-frame. The targeted strikes draw a loud cry from her mouth and turn her skin a deep shade of red.

I envy her.

Master Blake is putting on a demonstration for the crowd, like he does many weekends here at Club Sin. I’ve only been a member of this private club since the beginning of summer, but I’ve become obsessed with watching him whenever he’s on stage. He’s always shirtless, and my mouth goes dry at the way his muscles flex and relax with each movement. He also wears a mask, covering the upper half of his face and leaving only his full lips and intense blue eyes on display.

I wonder who he is, the man behind the mask. Someone I might know? Or just another stranger, like so many of the other members. Either way, I’m desperate to find out.

The energy in the room is electric and thick with sexual tension. Some spectators are touching and kissing, while others are out in the open, engaging in various sex acts and enjoying being watched. I haven’t worked up the courage to participate in any activity at the club yet, but observing has certainly opened my eyes to the world of BDSM in a way that feels life-changing.

I smile a little as I think about my cousin Becca. She was the one who talked me into applying for a membership, but I resisted it for months. As the daughter of a politician, I’ve always had to be careful about my public image. I can’t risk being seen doing anything that could be perceived as scandalous and might ruin my father’s reputation. Being a member of a BDSM club would definitely fall into that category.

But I can’t let that keep me from enjoying myself forever. I already have for most of my life. So I play it safe and wear a mask. It’s not a requirement, but many people who frequent the club want to keep their anonymity. And there’s a freedom that comes with it that I didn’t anticipate when I joined. I can pretend to be someone else behind the mask, a woman without the crushing expectations and pressures of being the mayor’s daughter, a mayor with plans to run for governor.

But tonight, I’m going to embrace my freedom, even if only for a little while.

The demonstration ends with a final lash across the woman’s plump ass, her cry a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. Something deep inside me aches at the sound she makes.

God, I want that. I need to feel that kind of release.

The crowd disperses, people moving on to explore the various themed rooms or pairing off to have other fun. This is when I normally return home to pleasure myself in private while imagining just how amazing it would feel to be one of the women in a public scene with a man. This time, I decide to stick around. I’m ready for something more.

Master Blake assists the woman on stage, unbuckling her restraints and helping her off the Saint Andrew's cross. He walks her to her Dom who will take over her aftercare; then he leaves the stage. I’m waiting for him by the steps with bated breath, hoping he’ll see me.

The man doesn’t put a shirt on, which isn’t unusual, as half the patrons walk around practically naked. But I find myself thoroughly distracted by the smooth, tanned skin he has on display. Sweat glistens on his broad chest and I can’t help tracing his six-pack abs with my eyes. The defined V-shape of his muscular Adonis belt peeking over the waistband of his slacks makes my mouth water.

Before I know it, we’re standing almost toe-to-toe. I wasn’t expecting him to approach me, so I’m unprepared even though I wanted to speak to him tonight. “You enjoy the show?” he asks, and I shiver at the sound of his deep voice.

My gaze snaps to his, and I memorize the royal-blue color of his eyes. His stare is intense, making me nervous, but I swallow the hard lump in my throat and nod. “Yes. I… I always enjoy watching you.”

His full lips curl into a smirk. “So I’ve noticed.”

I blink, stunned. He’s noticed?

“I… I was wondering if you have a model lined up for your next demonstration?” I inquire, calling upon every ounce of bravery I have to even pose the question. I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m desperate for the experience. An experience with him.

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, his eyes roam freely up and down my body, making me glad that I’m wearing a black corset with a fitted leather pencil skirt that shows off my legs. I know I look good, but I’m not sure that it’s enough to get his attention. Master Blake is highly sought-after, with women and men almost throwing themselves at him on the regular. I’m hoping my outfit will at least pique his interests.

“Are you offering yourself? Or are you asking for a friend?” He smiles, but I can’t tell what he’s thinking as he runs a hand through his thick brown hair.

“M-me. I… I want to join you on the stage.”

He stares at me for a moment, and I wish that I hadn’t stammered. I’m sure I look absolutely foolish and juvenile when all I want is for him to find me confident and sexy. Too bad I’m failing at that.

Finally, he shakes his head, sucking in air between his teeth. “Nah, that’s not going to work for me.”

My insides wilt while embarrassment heats my skin. I drop my head, looking at the pointed toes of my black pumps, when he lifts his hand to my chin and forces me to look at him again.

“I think you’d be better suited for a private session.”

My breath hitches and my eyes go wide. This feels like a dream laced with a hint of nightmare as my anxiety begins to build.

“You want me… to go into a private room… with you?” I tilt my head with curiosity.

The corner of his mouth lifts while he glides his fingers down my bare arm before taking my hand. “Yes, little one. I want you alone. Are you okay with that?”

I’m scared and definitely a little nervous but my heart leaps and I eagerly nod.

He tsks three times. “Words. I always need your words.”

Understanding the importance of consent, I respond, “Yes. I’d like that very much.”

“Good.” He brushes a few stray locks behind my ear. “Come with me.” He tugs on my hand, and I stumble forward a step, my feet still frozen to the floor.

“Right now?” I ask with butterflies in my belly.

Master Blake steps closer until our bodies are flush against each other. His heat seeps into me, and I inhale his unique scent, a blend of crisp soap, masculine sweat, and woodsy sandalwood.

God, he smells yummy .

His lips brush against the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Yes, little one. Right now . I’ve had my eye on you for weeks, and I can’t wait another minute.”

Before I can respond, I’m being tugged behind him, down a long hall and to the back of the club. We pass several rooms, where men and women are fucking on the other side of glass windows while club members watch—touching themselves and others.

When we reach the end of the hall, Master Blake opens the door and ushers me across the threshold. I’ve never been inside one of these rooms before, and I look around with an inquisitive gaze, taking in the matte black walls and the four-poster mahogany bed in the center. There’s a small cabinet in the corner that likely contains various toys, restraints, and floggers. The idea of what Master Blake could do with any one of those items makes my heart race and my temperature rise.

There’s an open door on the other side of the room, and I can see that it leads to an en-suite bathroom. It’s pristine, just like the rest of the space, which puts me at ease.

I hear the deep rumble of Master Blake’s voice and turn to find him still in the hallway, talking to one of the club employees. I don’t hear what’s said, but a moment later, he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

I’m alone with the object of my desire, the man I’ve become obsessed with since the start of the summer. Every nerve ending in my body seems to suddenly fire off, heightening my skin’s sensitivity and making my pulse skitter.

“Have you ever been flogged before, little one?” He slowly approaches me as if coming upon a wounded animal.

I shake my head, and he growls with disappointment.

“No. Always use your words with me. We can’t have misunderstandings.”

I only want to please him, knowing he’ll please me in return. So I speak up, as I know I should when participating in any BDSM activity. “I haven’t,” I reply firmly. “I’ve never done anything like this.”

There’s an unmistakable satisfaction gleaming in his eyes before he moves to the cabinet. I watch him pull out a black flogger with an intricately woven handle and soft leather strips hanging from one end. It’s a tool I’ve seen him use many times, striking the flesh of his models while bringing them to the peak of ecstasy.

He’s confident in his movements as he comes back to me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He’s a predator stalking his prey, and I’m surprised by how much I love it.

“You’ll need a safe word,“ he explains. “Something you’ll remember, even if you’re distracted by the feelings rushing through your body. And it should be one that you wouldn’t normally say during play. Because the moment you say that word, I’ll stop everything immediately.”

My mind races. “Um… how about bananas ?” I feel silly, but that’s probably not something I’d ever yell out during sex.

His smile says he agrees. “Fucking perfect, little one. Now, take off your clothes.”

My fingers tremble as I untie my corset, my heart practically thumping out of my chest. His eyes never leave mine while he drags the tendrils of the flogger through his long, thick fingers. There’s fervency in his gaze, and I realize that I’ve never seen him look at any of his models the way he’s looking at me right now. He’s always attentive and in control with them, but the way that his eyes burn into me feels different, almost reverent.

It doesn’t take long for me to undress, and I’m not wearing a bra. That leaves me in just a dark-purple G-string and tall black heels. But when I hook my thumbs beneath the sides of my skimpy panties, Master Blake stops me.

“Leave it on. And the shoes too.” He smirks before dragging out his words. “I want you just like this.”

My body trembles and my thighs clench as wetness gathers at my core. I can’t believe this is happening. After I’ve waited weeks—no, months—just to talk to this man. I had no idea this would happen tonight and only hoped for the courage and opportunity to speak to him.

This is better than I dreamed, and I’m practically naked in front of Master Blake, the man I desire and want to use my body to bring himself pleasure. As many times as I’ve seen other women in scenes like this, it’s my first time to bare myself without holding anything back. It’s exhilarating and I want more.

“Move to the bed and place your hands above your head on one of the posts,” he commands.

I obey, walking on shaky legs as I get into position. I feel vulnerable as I stand with my back facing him, so I peer over my shoulder, finding his eyes zeroed in on my ass. He looks… hungry.

“Such a pretty little thing,” he murmurs.

“Nothing about me is little,” I say to myself, thinking he won’t hear me. But I’m quickly corrected.

“Don’t even think of saying something demeaning about yourself. No one gets to talk negatively about you, little one. Least of all, you.”

His words are clipped and I immediately clam up, wanting to be good for him but not sure why. And I like the nickname he’s given me. It makes me feel special, even though there’s the possibility that he uses it with everyone. But somehow, I doubt it, if the heated look in his eyes is any indication.

Master Blake closes in, bringing his hand to my shoulder before skimming it down my spine. His palm is firm and warm, and I can’t resist arching into his touch. Then he chuckles softly, telling me that he likes the way that my body responds to him.

“I’m going to start now, nice and slow. Remember your safe word. What is it?”

My voice has taken on a sultry tone that I barely recognize. “Bananas.”

“Very good, little one.” I almost purr at his praise. “I’ll start light, but it will get more intense as I move over the different areas of your body. At any time, if you want or need me to stop, just say your safe word.”

“Will it hurt?” I’m more curious than I am afraid.

He leans forward and whispers in my ear, sending electricity through my body. “Do you want it to hurt?”

I briefly consider the option, then think better of it. “Maybe next time.”

“You’ll learn to crave it, but that’ll come later.” He kisses the side of my neck, pressing his bare chest against me, and I quiver. “Let’s begin.”

Taking a step back, Master Blake pauses a moment before dragging the soft strips of leather over my exposed skin. It feels cool against my heated flesh, leaving a wake of lust as my nipples harden to stiff peaks and wetness pools at the apex of my thighs. Then he delivers the first strike, which lands across my shoulder blades, and I tense with surprise. But I quickly relax as I try to sort through the multitude of sensations I’m experiencing. As soon as the tension leaves my body, I receive another blow. But each one is soft and thuddy, not sharp and biting like I expected. I enjoy it and immediately want more.

He targets different zones, moving along my back, the fleshy globes of my ass—where the impact is stronger—and over the backs of my thighs. Changing up his technique, he alternates strikes with brief reprieves where he skims the flogger across the surface of my skin. My body floods with pleasure and tingles all over as I fight the urge to squirm, needing more of what he’s giving me. I see now why he uses the cross to restrain his models because I feel like a live wire thrumming with sexual energy.

I force myself to stay still, aside from jutting my ass out a little, showing him where I want more attention. He notices my nonverbal cue and focuses his strikes exactly where I want him to, making my pussy drip with arousal. Just as my skin starts to feel numb, he puts more force into the blows, and I’m surprised to find that I actually like the sting of the leather.

Instead of tensing up, my body relaxes more and more with each lash delivered. Endorphins surge through me while his rhythmic pattern of strikes turns my muscles to jelly. I moan into the tension-filled air, my spine arching, my head falling back, and my eyes closing. I have no doubt that my skin is hot and red, and I wish that I could see it, see the proof of how he’s pleasing me.

But there’s something exciting about knowing that he can see it, and I sense that he’s enjoying himself, even though he hasn’t said a word. I’ve watched him so many times on the stage that it feels as if I know his moods just based on the speed and force of his strikes. The way his breath hitches. His subtle groans barely audible.

I lose track of time as he flogs me, my mind buzzing with pleasure and pain. What I don’t expect is how this experience melts away all my stress and anxiety. All the expectations that I live with every day. The drama of my father’s political career and the pressure of starting my final year of college. It’s all gone for these brief moments, and I realize that I feel safe here, nurtured and attuned to this man.

When the lashes become more forceful, I can’t hold back my cries of pain, but pleasure chases it, making me quiver as an orgasm begins to stir in my core. I can hear him grunting with each blow now, which he’s never done on the stage. Never with anyone else. And it gives me a sense of power and control I didn’t think I could have, being submissive. Submitting to Master Blake.

Then, he delivers a final blow and tosses the flogger aside. I glance at him over my shoulder as he closes the distance between us, his chest heaving and his eyes burning with lust. His hands land on my hips, and he presses a hot kiss between my shoulder blades.

My skin is sensitive, and I shiver at the contact as he continues kissing down my back and over my ass, everywhere that his flogger touched. It’s caring, as if he wants to kiss away any pain; yet it’s sensual and fervent, as if he’s fulfilling his own need instead of mine. It only adds to my desire, though, making me desperate for him to fill me with his cock. The sensations are overwhelming and I begin to pant, wanting to move and touch him too, while knowing I should stay exactly where he placed me.

Then, suddenly, he spins me around and lifts my curvaceous body with ease, tossing me onto the bed as if I weigh nothing. The burgundy satin sheets are cool and soothing against my heated skin, though I barely have time to notice as Master Blake lowers himself onto the bed on top of me. My legs spread wide with invitation, and the bulge in his pants presses against my weeping core. I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, massaging it along mine as I follow his lead.

My hands slide up his arms, tracing the muscles that I’ve stared at so many times over the last several weeks. His hips roll, and the friction against my clit sends pleasure shooting through me until it reaches the tips of my toes. Then, he breaks the kiss, but his mouth doesn’t leave my body, and I can barely breathe as he lavishes attention to my heavy breasts, sucking and licking over every inch. He moves from one to the other, and the wet pulse between my legs intensifies, igniting an ache deep inside me.

“You want more, little one?” His warm breath blows over my wet nipple.

I writhe beneath him, overcome with the need to feel him. “Oh God,” I cry out. “Fuck me, Master Blake. Please, fuck me.”

He growls against my skin before I hear a tearing sound. He’s torn my panties right off, and his hand dives between my legs. He instantly finds my clit, and my hips jerk at the contact.

“So responsive for me, aren’t you?” he whispers, his gaze flashing up to meet mine. “Such a good little girl.”

Something about the way that he says that makes me frantic, longing to feel his body joined with mine. He must feel it too, because he lifts off me and strips naked, then rolls on a condom that he pulls out of his pocket.

His dick is impressive, just as I knew it would be. Long and thick and veiny. Everything inside me clenches with need at the sight, and I’m thankful that he doesn’t keep me waiting.

Returning to the bed, Master Blake lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder and lines himself up with my entrance. His gaze never leaves mine when he sinks deep inside me, burying himself all the way to the hilt in one swift movement. I cry out in ecstasy as my pussy stretches around him, welcoming the intrusion.

“So fucking tight,” he grits out through his clenched teeth. “I could get addicted to this pussy and never want to give it up.”

His dirty words make me hotter as he starts moving in and out. I’ve forgotten all about the subtle welts on my skin as pleasure floods my senses. I can’t stop touching him, wanting to map every inch of his sexy body. Then, his mouth takes mine again, and I love the hint of sweet bourbon that I taste on his tongue.

He thrusts into me with a fierce determination. It’s frenzied and rough, and I can’t get enough of it. I want him to ravage me, to use me how ever he wants, to make it hurt so good until we both fall apart.

“I need you to come for me, baby,” he growls, his hand moving between us and stroking my clit. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock before I fill this pussy with my cum.”

My orgasm crashes over me at his words, and I scream with my release. Every muscle tenses until my body shatters with my heart pounding against my rib cage. Sweet bliss overwhelms me, yet I can feel it when he drives himself deep inside me, holding still as his cock jerks with each spurt of his cum.

This is better than I could have ever dreamed, and a satisfied smile stretches across my face. He pulls out, moving to a trash can that I didn’t notice next to the bed. As he tosses the condom, I push up from the mattress. But he’s quickly at my side, pressing a hand against my shoulder to keep me in place.

“Not yet, little one. You need time to recover.”

My body feels like Jell-O and I know he’s right. So, I listen, curling onto my side and pulling the silky sheet over my naked body. He crosses to the door, not bothering to cover his own nakedness, and I openly admire his Greek god-like frame until he pulls a cart into the room with a covered dish on top and a couple of bottles of water.

I look at him questioningly.

“You need food and water and rest,” he explains before handing me one of the small bottles. “Drink up.”

He sets the dome-covered plate on the bed and takes a seat beside me. I sit upright and sip the cool water while he runs his heavy palm along my leg. I know this is aftercare but it feels like more than that too, more than what he’d do for someone else. Or perhaps that’s just wishful thinking on my part. Either way, I’m going to relish this moment while it lasts.

“You need to replenish your energy,” he claims, holding a plump grape to my lips. I part them, allowing him to pop the sweet fruit inside, and it almost seems more intimate than what we just did in this bed. “Your adrenaline spiked during our session, and you might crash now that it’s over. I wanna make sure the effects of that crash are as minimal as possible.”

He holds out a small triangle of cheese, and I reach out to take it from his hand. But he shakes his head and holds it to my lips, where I’m eager to accept it.

“I feel really good,” I admit, and his mouth splits into a knowing grin.

“It’s all the endorphins. Flogging followed by a good fucking puts most people on cloud nine. It’s not for everyone, but I find many enjoy it.”

I suddenly wish that he wasn’t wearing a mask. I want to see his face and feel more connected to him. But then, I’d feel obligated to show mine, and I can’t afford to do that.

We don’t say much as he continues to feed me and encourages me to drink my water. He keeps one hand on my body, though, soothing me with the connection. I’ve never been pampered like this, and it feels amazing. Yet I can’t help wondering if he does this for every submissive he flogs.

I look up at him through my lashes. “I guess I understand now why you’re so popular.”

Master Blake tucks a stray tendril of hair behind my ear. “What do you mean?”

I gesture to the nearly empty plate of food and my bottle of water. “If this is how you treat people after a session, it’s no wonder so many women want to do scenes with you.”

He squeezes my thigh, his stare laser-focused on me. “I’ve never done this for anyone else.”

My eyebrows lift to my hairline and he chuckles, rising from the bed to pull on his pants.

“This was only for you. I’ll see you next weekend, little one.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips before I watch him walk out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

You can count on it, Master Blake. I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.