Chapter 18
Brett
I couldn't relax. I was back home, pacing the living room, half-buttoned uniform shirt flapping as I wore a path in the rug. I gripped my phone in my hand, and my ears pricked every time a car rolled by.
While I waited, I tidied anxiously. I’d just finished a little home improvement project in the basement, and there were still some leftover building materials and paints I’d been clearing. I was grateful of the distraction. I checked my phone again and scowled at the lack of updates. Where was she?
My mind spun as I replayed what I knew: Maisy's mom was back after years apart. Her dad had arranged for them to meet up today. A reunion that was a long time coming but fraught with uncertainty.
What if seeing her mom again ripped open old wounds for Maisy? Poured salt in scars that had barely healed? Worse, what if her mother took off again, abandoning Maisy a second time? It seemed unlikely, but it was possible.
Of course, I was hopeful, too. I knew how important this was to my Little Girl, and I hoped she’d come home happy, and not with more questions than answers.
The creak of the front door jolted me out of my spiraling thoughts. I spun around, pulse racing, to see Maisy step inside.
She looked drained, brown hair disheveled and dark eyes rimmed with emotion. Seeing her, the anxious tension snapped. Relief flooded through me so intensely my knees almost buckled.
I rushed over, hands trembling as I cupped her face. Searched her expression for a clue. She met my gaze and offered a small, shaky smile.
Not devastation. Not despair.
Was that hope? Cautious optimism?
I pulled her into my arms, holding her like she might dissolve if I let go. "You okay?" I murmured into her hair, voice hoarse.
Maisy exhaled heavily against my chest, sinking into the embrace. I felt the rigid set of her shoulders relax a fraction. "I'm . . . more than okay, actually." Her words were muffled by my shirt but unmistakable. "I'm good, Brett. Things with mom are good."
A shuddering laugh escaped me, raw with relief and love and a dozen other emotions I couldn't name. I pressed my lips to her temple, lingering there as I just breathed her in. Let the fact that she was here, whole and hopeful, really sink in.
"The warmth of your arms, the sound of your heartbeat . . . it's exactly what I need right now," Maisy whispered. "I'm so tired, but it went well, I think. Better than I expected."
I tightened my hold on her briefly, trying to pour every ounce of comfort and reassurance into the gesture. Let her know without words that I was here, that she was safe, that I'd weather any storm with her.
"I'm glad, baby. I'm so damn glad."
When Maisy finally pulled back to look at me, her smile reached her eyes for the first time. Tired, but real. A smile I'd move mountains for.
"C'mon," I said softly, threading our fingers together. "Let's sit. I want to hear everything."
I guided Maisy to the couch, my hand at the small of her back. She sank down with a sigh, leaning into me as I settled beside her. My arm went around her shoulders automatically, thumb rubbing soothing circles.
"I kind of remembered her. But she was different, too," Maisy began, her voice soft and a little unsteady. "Like time had changed her, but not in the ways that really matter. And her eyes were the same. Exactly the same."
I made an encouraging sound, letting her set the pace. Letting her unravel the story in her own way.
"We barely spoke at first. Just a lot of crying and hugging." A watery laugh. "I think we were both in shock, a little."
"Understandable," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her hair. "It's a lot to process."
Maisy nodded against my chest. "She's been . . . traveling. Taking photographs for magazines, seeing the world. All these years."
There was a wistful note in her voice that made my heart ache. All the time they'd lost, the memories they could've made . . .
"She wanted to contact me, but . . ." Maisy trailed off, and I felt a flare of old anger at Geoff. At the way he'd torn this family apart in his misguided attempt to protect it.
"She was afraid," I finished for her, keeping my tone carefully neutral. "Of your dad."
"Yeah." A beat of heavy silence. "But she's here now. And I think she really wants to make things right, Brett."
The cautious hope in her voice, the way it trembled just a little, it hit me right in the chest. I tightened my arm around her, blinking back the sudden sting in my eyes.
"That's good, Mais. That's real good." I swallowed hard, struggling to get the words out past the lump in my throat. "I'm so damn happy for you, baby."
She tilted her head up to look at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears and something that looked a lot like gratitude. Like I'd given her some kind of gift, just by being here. Just by listening.
It humbled me, that look. Reminded me of just how much I loved this woman, how much I wanted to be her rock, her safe place, for the rest of our lives.
"Thank you," she whispered, reaching up to cup my cheek. "For being here. For everything."
I turned my head to press a kiss to her palm, my eyes never leaving hers. "Always, Mais. I'm always gonna be right here."
And I meant it, with every fiber of my being. Come hell or high water, I'd be by her side. Holding her hand, sharing her burdens, celebrating her joys.
Maisy's lips curved into a smile, soft and sweet and full of emotions that made my heart race. She leaned in, resting her forehead against mine, and we just breathed each other in for a long moment.
"I love you," she murmured, the words brushing against my lips like a caress.
"I love you too, baby. So damn much."
We stayed like that, trading soft kisses and even softer words, as the last of the day's tension slowly melted away. Replaced by a bone-deep contentment, a sense of rightness that settled over us like a warm blanket.
"So uh," Maisy said, pulling back a little to meet my gaze, "my mom mentioned wanting to meet you. When things settle down a bit."
I blinked, surprised. Somehow, in all the chaos of recent months, I hadn't really considered that possibility. Maisy's mom was still this abstract concept in my mind, a figure from the past that had caused her so much pain. The idea of her being a real, present part of Maisy's life again was gonna take some getting used to.
I nodded, squeezing Maisy's hand reassuringly. "Of course. Whenever you're ready, I'm there. You just say the word."
She smiled, relief and gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thank you. I know it's a lot to process . . ."
"Hey," I cut in gently, "You're processing a hell of a lot more. I'm just along for the ride. And I'm happy to be, okay? I'm in this with you, Mais. Every step."
Her smile widened, and she leaned in to press a quick, soft kiss to my lips. "I appreciate that more than you know."
I grinned, trying to lighten the mood a little. "Guess I should make sure my uniform's extra clean for the big meet-the-mom moment, huh?"
Maisy laughed, the sound music to my ears after the emotional weight of the day. "I think she'd be impressed no matter what."
We chuckled together, the ease of it, the normalcy, feeling like a balm after everything. I pulled her closer, reveling in the way she fit against me, the way her warmth seeped into my bones.
"It was good of your dad to reach out to her."
Maisy sighed, but it wasn't as heavy as I'd expected. "He’s really doing everything he can. Therapy. Retirement. He’s stopped drinking entirely. He's really trying, Brett."
I nodded slowly, processing that. Geoff Frank had always been a hard-ass, a force to be reckoned with. But I knew how much he loved his daughter, how much he regretted the way things had gone down.
"It’s clear to see he’s making a real effort," I acknowledged. "I'm glad, Mais. You both deserve that."
"He's told me he's sorry so many times, for everything. The way he handled things with Mom, with the threat against her. I think he really sees how wrong it was now."
"Near death experiences have a way of doing that to a man," I mused. I remember my first brush with mortality clearly—a warehouse fire that had forever shifted my perspective on life. Maybe it was the same for Geoff.
Maisy hummed in agreement, leaning her head on my shoulder. We sat in comfortable silence for a bit, just processing, breathing in sync. My mind wandered to the future, to all the possibilities and challenges ahead.
A shadow crossed my features as a thought struck me. "You know, the next big family event is Marcus's wedding. And Dwight . . ." I sighed, admitting, "I'm anxious about it. We haven't spoken in years."
Maisy squeezed my hand, sympathy shining in her eyes. "I know, babe. It's not an easy situation."
"I can't just forgive him, you know? Not after everything."
She nodded, understanding. "Of course not. But maybe . . . this could be an opportunity to start patching things up? The same way I'm trying with my mom?"
I scoffed, uncertain. The idea of facing Dwight again, of trying to mend that broken bond seemed insurmountable. But as I met Maisy's gentle, optimistic gaze, I felt something in me soften.
"I'll try to keep an open mind," I conceded. "For Marcus's sake. But it's a worry for another day."
Maisy smiled, teasing, "Look at you, being all mature and stuff."
I laughed, pulling her close and kissing her forehead. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to it."
She giggled, nuzzling into my chest. "My big, tough, protective firefighter. Scared of a little brotherly heart-to-heart."
"Hey now," I protested, tickling her side. "I ain't scared of nothing."
"Uh-huh, sure." Her voice was muffled against my shirt, laughter still bubbling up.
I held her tight, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin. In that moment, all my fears and anxieties felt far away. All that mattered was her.
"You know," I murmured, "I've been thinking of a way we could unwind."
Maisy looked up, interest piqued. "Oh, have you now?"
I raised an eyebrow, my voice low and gravelly. "Might have something special planned for my perfect little submissive."
Her cheeks flushed, but a playful gleam lit her eyes. "Oh, really? Care to share with the class?"
"Nope." I grinned, tugging her hand. "But I believe I promised you a scene in a certain playroom?"
Maisy squealed, trying to hide her excitement as I led her downstairs. I couldn't help but chuckle at her eagerness. We'd spent weeks transforming the unused basement into our own private dungeon, carefully curating a collection of age play and BDSM toys. The planks on the floor creaked under our feet as we descended into our little haven.
"Brett, it looks amazing!" Maisy gasped, taking in the dimly lit room with its black accents and dark red walls. A St. Andrew's cross, suspension points, and a spanking bench adorned with soft pillows and restraints were all part of the carefully crafted setup.
I grinned, pleased at her reaction. "All for you, baby girl. Now, why don't we start with a little warm-up?" I gestured towards the padded spanking bench, my eyes twinkling mischievously.
Maisy's cheeks flushed pink, but she bit her lip in anticipation. She climbed onto the bench, positioning herself as I circled around her, my hand skimming lightly over her back. With deliberate slowness, I raised my hand and brought it down in a gentle swat on her clothed bottom.
She let out a soft gasp, the sound music to my ears. Encouraged by her response, I delivered another light swat, relishing the way her body reacted beneath my touch.
“It’s comfy.”
“Not too comfy, I hope?”
“Oh, no, I mean, it’s really tough on me,” she said, clearly pretending.
“Is that so?”
Without waiting for a response, I gently secured her wrists. I felt the atmosphere suddenly change, and my hearbeat quickened.
"So, what's the plan, Dom-daddio?" she purred, winking up at me.
I couldn't help but grin at her sass. "I'm glad you asked, feisty one."
I retrieved a leather flogger and a silky blindfold. "Time to test that pain tolerance of yours."
Maisy's eyes widened, but she didn't back down. "I trust you."
The words warmed me in ways I couldn't describe. I placed the blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness.
Taking in the sight of Maisy, her cheeks flushed with anticipation and the blindfold securely obscuring her vision, I felt a surge of desire. The air in the room crackled with tension as I leaned in close, my warm breath ghosting over her ear. "You're so brave, baby girl," I murmured, the rough edge of arousal threading through my voice.
Running a hand down her spine, I felt the goosebumps rise under my touch. With deliberate slowness, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, tugging them down inch by inch. The fabric slid over her hips, revealing the delicate curve of her lower back. My pulse quickened as I revealed more of her skin to the dimly lit room.
Maisy's breath hitched in anticipation, her body subtly arching towards me. As her jeans pooled at her ankles, I let my fingers dance along the elastic of her panties, teasing the edge before sliding them down with delicacy. I stepped away, leaving her standing there, vulnerable and exposed to my gaze.
“Are you looking at my ass, Daddy?” she asked, knowing how much I loved the question.
“I am, little one. I’m trying to decide what to do to you.”
I heard her breath hitch, then I selected a relatively soft flogger from a rack on the wall.
The first strike of the flogger against her backside sent a gasp through her body, but she didn't flinch.
"Good girl," I praised. "You're doing so well."
With each strike, Maisy's moans grew louder, her body arching into the sensations. I slowed my pace, savoring her reactions.
"Brett, Daddy, I need... more," she panted.
I chuckled, loving the way she squirmed under my control. "Greedy little sub."
I replaced the flogger with a cane, tracing its cool, supple length across her heated skin. "Ready?"
"Yes, Sir," she breathed, her backside flushing with anticipation.
The first strike left a pink line across her right cheek, and she moaned in response. I delivered another blow, this time on her left cheek, and so on, until her bottom was a masterpiece of red stripes and goosebumps.
"Are you still with me, baby girl?" I asked, brushing my fingertips over her flaming skin.
"Unghh... yes, Sir," she moaned.
"Good, because I'm about to take you higher."
We’d spoken a few times about using a plug. Maisy had told me over and again that she wanted to experiment, and this seemed like a good time.
I untied her wrists and helped her onto all fours on the bench, but I kept her blindfold on. I poured lube onto the butt plug, and positioned it at her ass. "Ready to be filled up, slutty sub?"
"Yes, Sir!" she whimpered.
I worked the butt plug into her, watching her squirm in pleasure-pain. When she finally relaxed, I stepped back to admire my handiwork, admiring her reddening cheeks and the way her pussy glistened.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Full,” she said. “It’s making me feel so horny.”
"Ready for more punishment?" I growled.
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice thick with desire.
I drew the cane across her skin, leaving a thin red line in its wake. She gasped, her body shuddering against the restraints.
"I'm the one in charge here, not you," I growled, delivering another stinging blow.
"Yes, Daddy, sorry, Daddy," she panted. "I'm so aroused... my pussy's so wet."
Her confession only fueled my own fire, which was already raging out of control. I rubbed my cock against her wetness, relishing in her desperate whimpers. I was careful not to slip it in, but ran my length against her wet entrance, nudging the plug gently.
"I know what you want, baby girl," I said, tracing the tip of my hardened length up her thigh. "But Daddy said no, remember?"
"P-please," she begged, her hips bucking against me.
"No," I said more firmly, driving her wild. "First, you're going to cum for me, and I mean really cum."
With that, I set to work, alternating between slaps and caresses, pinches and soothing whispers. Her moans filled the room as she squirmed and writhed, on the brink of orgasm but never quite there.
"B-Brett, please, I can't take it anymore!" she moaned.
"Beg me," I purred in her ear.
"Please, Daddy," she whined, her voice desperate. "Let me cum, I beg you!"
"Very well, baby girl," I said, finally relenting. I slid two fingers into her sopping wet heat, curling them in that spot she knew so well.
Within seconds, her entire body tensed, and her back arched off the bed as she came, screaming my name in ecstasy.
"That's a good girl," I cooed, stroking her hair as her pussy contracted around my fingers, milking my digits with the strength of her climax.
I slowly withdrew my fingers, savoring the sight of her spent and gasping form. The butt plug gave a slight wiggle as she came down from her high. I gripped the pommel of the plug and slowly, gently, pulled it out. I loved to watch her stretch. As the instrument came free, she shuddered with pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed the tip of my cock against her slick asshole.
“Are you ready, babygirl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I pushed in.
Maisy let out a pained moan, her body tensing as my cock slowly entered her ass. I paused, giving her time to adjust before sliding deeper inside her. The feeling was unlike anything else; tight, hot, and unbelievably pleasurable. She whimpered and tried to push back against me, but the restraints kept her still.
"Good girl," I praised, reaching around to cup one of her sensitive breasts. "You're doing so well."
Her hips bucked again, trying to take more of me. I could feel her core pulsing with need, as if she wanted to pull me even further inside her. Finally, I was fully seated within her tight little ass.
"Daddy," she murmured breathlessly, wriggling against me. "Daddy!"
I pulled out almost completely and thrust back in, hearing her gasp each time. Her body was so responsive and beautiful.
I thrust again, a little harder this time, feeling her body quiver beneath me.
Her pussy was leaking fluids all over the place, and I couldn’t help but feel proud to have caused such a reaction in my little sub.
"You okay, baby girl?" I asked, panting as I pulled out almost completely and thrust back in, my hips slapping against her ass.
"Oh yes, Daddy," she moaned, her voice barely audible over the sounds of our bodies coming together. "It feels so good."
"Good," I said, reaching down and pinching her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She arched her back in response, her body trembling and shuddering as she whimpered in pleasure.
I continued to fuck her ass hard, feeling her tight muscles gripping me tightly.
As the intensity of her moans built, I knew she was close to another orgasm. I couldn't let her get away with that just yet, however.
With one hand, I gently pinched her clit, while the other gripped her hip with a vice-like grip, pulling her back against my shaft. I could feel my own climax nearing, my cock swelling inside her.
"Not yet, baby girl," I growled. "Not until Daddy says so."
She whimpered in response, her body shaking with the effort not to cum. It was like watching a wild animal being held on a leash – every fiber of her wanted to break free and come hard, but she had no choice but to obey me.
I continued to torment her, alternating between soft caresses and painful slaps to her ass. She was a creature of contradictions – loving the pain, craving release.
Finally, I could tell she was on the edge of another orgasm. Her body was tensed and shaking with anticipation. I could feel my own climax approaching as well – it was almost too much to bear. I knew if I didn't take control soon, we would both cum together, and that wouldn't do.
"That's it, baby girl," I murmured, running my fingers through her sweat-drenched hair. "Come for me now."
At the sound of my voice, she let out a loud moan and her body shuddered violently. I felt her body squeeze so tight, and it pushed me over the edge until with a shout of pleasure, I emptied my load into her tight, hot ass.
As we lay there, panting and spent, I gently traced patterns on her back with my fingertips. The air in the room was thick with the scent of our passion, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over me. We had just shared something deep and meaningful, a connection that went beyond words.
Maisy, still breathless, turned to face me. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered, her eyes filled with gratitude.
I smiled at her, feeling an indescribable warmth in my chest. "You're welcome, babygirl."
She snuggled closer to me, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her against me. As the adrenaline began to fade away and our breathing returned to normal, I felt a growing sense of peace wash over us both.
"You really are the best Daddy a girl could hope for.”
“Without you, I’m nothing,” I said.
It was true. And as I thought about what I had been, and what I was becoming, I felt a surge of overwhelming hope.
With her, I was something. And to me, she was everything.
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