Chapter 14
Keri
By the time that I’d dressed and exited the spa, my heart had only just begun to return to normal. As I slid into the seat, my phone pinged, and I checked it in a panic, terrified that it was a return email from my former boss. I sighed with relief when I saw that it was a message from Jaxon.
Daddy: It’s been taken care of. No one other than Daddy is ever going to see you come for him. Your orgasms are mine, understand me, little girl?
I texted him back as quickly as I could, unable to stop myself from smiling at his words. I liked when he got possessive like that. It made my heart pulse and my pussy wet.
Yes, Daddy. Thank you.
The little dot indicators bounced, letting me know he was typing something in return.
Daddy: When you arrive, little girl, we’re going to talk about what’s going to happen next.
I shivered hard as I wondered about what he could mean.
Yes, Daddy. See you soon.
I worried my bottom lip with my teeth.
Daddy: Good girl. I’m looking forward to seeing you.
I replied quickly.
Me too, Daddy.
I smiled and leaned back in the seat. I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths before I opened them once again.
I noticed a cold bottle of water waiting for me and I grasped it, twisting it open and drinking a big mouthful.
With a contented sigh, I leaned back and watched the city pass by out the window until at long last, we pulled into his driveway.
The driver opened my door and I thanked him as I climbed out.
As I made my way to the front door, it opened, and I was greeted with Jaxon’s smile.
“Hi, Daddy,” I began.
“Did you enjoy your day, little girl?” he asked.
“Very much, Daddy,” I answered.
“I’m glad,” he said. With intention, he led me inside and placed a hand on the small of my back.
It was subtle, but it reminded me that he was in charge from the moment I walked through his door.
He guided me into his study, and I bit my lip.
This room had history between us, and I would never forget that.
“Were you a good girl for Daddy today?” he asked.
This time, he sat down and guided me to sit in his lap.
Almost instantly, I was left feeling off balance and a bit unsure of myself, even though I had done everything he’d instructed me to do today.
Would he be upset over the email? It had been a complete accident. I had never meant to send it to anyone.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured, curling into his chest a bit as though it would protect me.
“Show me. Daddy wants to see,” he said softly, and a fresh wave of arousal surged from deep within my core.
His calmness relaxed me, and I pulled my phone from my purse, tentatively swiping to the videos I’d recorded on my phone.
“Go in order. Share your day with me, little girl,” he guided, and I hummed nervously with embarrassment.
This seemed incredibly dirty, but with him I liked it.
I pressed play.
“Turn the volume up,” he added.
I blushed harder than ever, but I did as he asked.
The video started playing and I watched it with him, feeling wholly self-conscious of my body and what it looked like.
I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and I turned my head just a little to see that he had begun stroking his cock over top of his slacks.
There was a clear bulge. He was hard. Very hard.
I licked my lips as the first video came to an end. Feeling a bit more confident this time, I moved onto the next one and he reached for my hand.
“Use your hand, little girl. Stroke Daddy’s cock.
Feel how hard he is for you as he watches you come for him,” he said gently, and a thrilling burst of passion simmered inside me.
Shakily, I reached for him and pressed my fingers against his cock, feeling the rigid steel of his erection and humming with need at the same time.
My pussy clenched hard and I was more than aware of the fact that my arousal was seeping down my folds and onto my thighs.
By the third video, I had started to squirm in his lap with my own building need.
During the fourth, he slipped his fingers between my legs and found my rampant arousal for himself.
He edged me to the precipice of orgasm during the fifth video, but he pulled away just as it ended, and I whined with dissatisfaction.
He chuckled softly, clearing enjoying the way I writhed against him with the painful sting of his denial of my pleasure.
“Daddy is proud of you, little girl. He enjoyed that very much,” he said. I fidgeted a bit on his lap as the seconds passed. I felt like he had more to tell me and when he cleared his throat, I waited anxiously for what he was going to say next.
“You needed Daddy’s help today, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I trembled the tiniest bit and I was sure that he noticed because his arm held me firmly against his chest.
“The email has already been taken care of and has ceased to exist. It was never opened and no one else saw anything,” he continued.
“Thank you, Daddy. I didn’t mean it,” I explained quickly.
“I know, little girl. There’s no need to explain. You should know that there is a price for Daddy’s help though,” he warned, and I whimpered quietly. I shouldn’t be surprised really. If anything, I should have expected it.
“Daddy?”
“In exchange for my help today, you will move in with me. You will continue to call me Daddy whenever we are alone together and I will be as rough with you as I please, do you understand me?”
I swallowed heavily. His demand to move in was heavy handed, but as the thought of moving in with him really dawned on me, I found that I wanted to.
“Yes, Daddy,” I answered with a hard blush.
“That’s not all, little girl,” he murmured, and I shuddered hard.
“Tonight, you’re going to ask Daddy to fuck your tight little bottom, but only after he’s spanked you hard enough to make you wet and angry,” he whispered into my ear, his breath against my skin making me quake even harder.
“You can’t be serious,” I gasped.
“Are you questioning Daddy again, little girl?”
“I can’t… you can’t mean to do something like that,” I answered, blushing even more heavily. I stammered as I tried to explain just how filthy his demand was. He couldn’t fuck my bottom. It was far too shameful a thing.
“Stand up, little girl,” he demanded, his voice taking on a hard disciplinary edge.
I’d pushed him and now I was going to pay the price.
This time, he didn’t instruct me to remove my clothes and he didn’t do it gently.
He grasped the collar of my blouse and tore it apart, making the buttons fly off all around me.
He roughly forced it off my shoulders and tossed it aside.
He wasn’t gentle as he ripped my tank top and then my bra in his rush to bare me and he popped the button on my skirt before he pushed it down my hips to the floor.
In less than a minute, I was naked before him.
I wasn’t given a choice as he hauled me over his knee and when a cool solid object pressed against my backside, I stilled.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Daddy’s wooden paddle, little girl. Daddy is going to spank your bare bottom with it until you ask him for what you need,” he said firmly. I hadn’t seen anything before, and I realized that he must have had it hidden in the couch.
My pussy very nearly convulsed with desire for him to fuck me hard. I squirmed nervously over his lap and didn’t miss how hard his cock was beneath my belly. In hopes I could distract him with sex, I ground myself against him and he groaned quietly with approval.
He reached over me and placed the paddle in front of my face. I paled at the sight of it. It was a dark pine, and the swirling design of the wood was intricately pretty. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that there was an engraving on the surface.
Daddy’s Little Girl
Even though I was scared of how much it would hurt when he used it on my backside, I found myself marveling at its beauty.
“I had that made special for you, little girl,” he mused.
I blushed even more heavily at his admission and couldn’t help but squirm a little against him.
“I want you to think about how it’s going to feel after I’ve spanked this bare little bottom bright red,” he instructed, his voice low but incredibly dominant.
His palm caressed my naked cheeks and when the first spank cracked against me, I squeaked in surprise.
The second and the third caught me off guard and I whimpered as it soon became very clear that this wasn’t a play spanking.
This was a real spanking and he fully intended it to hurt.
I squirmed and he smacked my backside several more times before he grasped both cheeks and spread me apart.
I keened with embarrassment.
“This is such a cute little bottom hole,” he observed, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out in shame and shock and reluctant arousal.
With a single finger, he tapped against my bottom hole, gradually increasing the pressure until it felt like a spanking itself.
It was worse though, because he was touching a place on my body that no one else had ever touched before.
I’d never even considered that anyone would want to either and I was having difficulty handling the way it was making my pussy tighten with arousal and blatant need.
His fingers slipped in between my legs and he rubbed my clit for a moment before pressing a single finger deep inside me. Before I could realize what was happening, he took that wet finger and pressed it so firmly against my bottom hole that I couldn’t even tense before he forced it inside me.