Keep Me, Daddy

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

K elsey

As the morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, I stirred awake in the decadently bed, the memories of the previous night playing like a movie reel in my head.

I’d met the Liam Shelby, the infamous Murphy family consigliere, and he’d taken me under his wing.

Now, I could use him to infiltrate the Murphys, find the evidence I needed, and the lot of them would be locked up for the rest of their lives.

This was my chance, and I had to take it.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted my thoughts, and Liam’s voice called through.

“Morning, Kelsey. Sleep well?”

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Liam opened the door and stood in the doorway, his soft gaze meeting mine.

“Yeah, thanks,” I mumbled, suddenly very aware of the way my pebbled nipples felt against the fabric of my silk pajamas, knowing he could see them. I gripped the blanket and pulled it up, covering myself as quickly as I could.

He offered a half-smile. “Good. Get ready. I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said quietly, and he shook his head.

“I’m not taking no for an answer; now go get ready,” he commanded, and I gazed back in his direction, assessing him.

For some reason, his expectation of my obedience bothered me.

“Okay then,” I replied under my breath, and there was the slightest narrowing of his eyes, but it was gone so quickly that I thought maybe I was seeing things.

Climbing out of bed, I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and hair using the toiletries on the counter. I got dressed in my clothes from last night and when I was finally ready, I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath.

I was a highly trained FBI operative. I was intelligent. I hadn’t gotten to where I was today without a tremendous amount of skill, and I was going to rely on that today.

I could fucking do this.

With a deep, confident breath, I walked out of the bathroom and joined Liam, who quickly led me downstairs out of the hotel to where there was a car waiting for us.

The drive was quick, and when we pulled up in front of The Roasted Bean, he explained that the quaint coffee shop belonged to his mother. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as we entered, and Liam greeted the staff with an openly warm familiarity, like the lot of them were a part of his own family. The cozy ambiance and his kindhearted behavior made it hard to believe that he was involved in the criminal world, and I found myself at least partially captivated by his openly sweet nature.

“Meet my mother, Irma,” he said, gesturing to the woman behind the counter. She had a warm smile and her eyes lit up as she took in the sight of me. I smiled in return.

“Nice to meet you, dear,” she said, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for getting her involved, too. She tilted her head, looking curiously from me to him like she was trying to see if there was something there.

“This is Kelsey,” he explained. Thankfully, he didn’t elaborate any further about where and when we’d met. “Now, my mother makes the best coffee on this side of Boston. What will you have?”

“I’d love a spiced chai latte,” I said after glancing over the menu on the counter quickly. A good chai latte could instantly make my day better, especially on a chilly fall day.

“I’ll have the usual, and give us some of your fresh baked muffins, please” Liam asked, and his mother nodded, rushing behind the counter to help the barista who had already started our order.

In minutes, the two of us were seated at a table across from one other. I glanced over at him as he sipped his espresso, his gaze contemplative, and waited for him to speak first.

“I’d like you to tell me more about this abusive ex of yours,” he coaxed, and I swallowed hard.

Now’s the time to get your shit together.

I’d spent a good deal of time last night thinking about my story and I had it down pat.

“It all started a few years ago,” I began, my voice steady yet tinged with as much raw emotion as I could muster. “He was charming at first, but as time went on, he became controlling and violent. I had to get out. I left in the middle of the night and didn’t turn back.”

“Where is he now?”

“Back in Connecticut,” I answered quickly. “He’s a cop.”

I rushed to take a sip of my chai latte, the familiar taste washing across my tongue like a warm embrace.

Liam leaned forward, his eyes fixed on mine, betraying a mix of concern, sympathy, and something else much darker and more dangerous. “Kelsey, one day, when you’re ready, you’re going to tell me his name and I’ll see to it that he never touches you again.”

I nodded, swallowing hard at the unsaid threat.

His jaw tensed and his expression turned firm, “I’ve decided. You can stay here with me.”

I took a sip of my coffee, feigning a moment of vulnerability. “Thank you for the offer, Liam, but I’ll figure things out on my own. I couldn’t ask for anything more from you than you’ve given me already.”

He leaned back, studying me with a thoughtful expression. “You’re stronger than you know, Kelsey, but sometimes, even the strongest person needs someone to lean on. Let me help you,” he coaxed.

I hesitated, my mind caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. “Liam, you’ve already been incredibly generous. I can’t?—”

“Enough,” he interjected, a touch of frustration in his tone. “You’re going to let me help you, and you’re going to start by staying with me so I can keep you safe. That’s final.”

“I couldn’t possibly—” I managed, and he shook his head. I opened my eyes wide as his expression darkened with warning. His eyes glinted with heat and all at once, the entire world narrowed down to me and him.

“Listen to me now, little girl. You’re going to move into my apartment with me. If you continue to fight me, I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom until it’s beet red, and you’ll move in with me anyway after it’s all over,” he threatened, and I stopped short.

That was the second time in the span of two days that he’d warned that he was going to spank me.

I opened and closed my mouth, trying to come up with something to say, but every word of protest escaped me. A quiet gasp slipped free from my lips instead, and I fidgeted in my chair.

The first time, I’d thought he’d just threatened me to shock me, but now his jaw was so firmly set that I knew he was dead serious. His gaze, intense and focused, penetrated into mine, leaving little room for any question in my mind. The straight line of his shoulders and the subtle tension in his posture hinted at a man accustomed to absolute authority, and that now included me, too.

“You can’t mean that,” I breathed.

“I mean every single word,” he countered.

“I just met you last night. I’m not going to move in with you,” I scoffed.

He sat across from me and crossed one leg over the other. He appraised me with a heated look and cocked his head.

“Then I think it’s time we went upstairs, don’t you?” he replied, his voice so low and raspy that it sent a shiver of need straight down my spine.

The tension was so thick between us that I could cut it with a knife.

Sure, I could storm out of here in anger, but that wouldn’t get me any closer to my goal. Plus, there was a part of me that was insatiably curious about what he was threatening.

Already, my clit was throbbing, and my thighs were pressing together with need. I pulled at the edges of my leather jacket, trying to hide my breasts as best as I could, but as he looked back at me, it was as if he could see right through me.

Did he know he was turning me on?

I didn’t want to run out of here. A flicker of desire danced in his eyes, and as he leaned slightly forward, the lines of his body called to me, and I couldn’t stop my own eyes from feasting on the sight of him. The air seemed charged with a potent combination of attraction and tension, and I found myself captivated by the way his eyes were roaming up and down my body. As they darkened with intensity, my breath caught in the back of my throat.

He wanted me.

I licked my lips, and his gaze followed my tongue’s journey. He offered me his hand and I stared down at the rough planes of his palm. For a moment, I hesitated, but then I took a chance.

I reached out and brushed my fingers against his.

A fiery spark of desire burst through me from nothing more than his touch, and I knew I’d made the right choice. His fingers closed around my hand and he stood up, gently pulling me up out of my seat and towards him. I held my breath, my pulse echoing in my ears as my heart went pitter-patter in my chest.

“Yes,” I breathed.

The heat in his gaze had turned molten, and it turned my legs to jelly as he took a step towards the back of the shop. The rest of the world fell away as he led me through a back doorway, up a flight of stairs, and into an extravagant apartment. My heartbeat quickened as his grasp tightened around my hand.

“Do you live here?” I whispered, almost as if I was afraid of disturbing such a beautiful place.

“I moved in here some time ago to be closer to my mom,” he answered softly, “but that’s not why we’re up here, is it, little girl?”

“No,” I whispered, feeling small and vulnerable and incredibly needy all at the same time.

He pulled me against his chest and lifted his other hand to brush a lock of hair out of my face. His tender touch made my catch as I lifted my eyes up to meet his.

“Why are we up here?”

“I…”

“I gave you a chance to stay here with me and you fought me, didn’t you, little girl?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling a rush of heat flare up over my face. My shoulders bowed inward, and my head dropped with instinctive submission to this powerful man. Without missing a beat, his finger slipped underneath my chin and lifted it up so that I was looking at him once again, which only made me feel that much smaller.

My core squeezed tight, my own desire simmering to life deep in my belly whether I wanted it to or not.

“What should happen to a naughty little girl who fights with the man who is simply trying to protect her?” he pressed.

The languid warmth in his voice caught me by surprise, and I took in a sharp breath. I curled my fingers and then pressed them out as my cheeks burned. Fidgeting from one foot to the other, I opened my mouth, and nothing came out.

Hot embarrassment sliced through me. It was one thing for him to say the words, but it was another thing entirely for me to say them. I tried a few times and failed, but he stood there and waited patiently, his face expectant. For some reason, it made me eager to please him, and I opened my mouth and made one more attempt.

“A… sp… spa… spanking ,” I finally managed.

“On your bare bottom?” he pushed, and I blushed even harder. The way he said it made it seem even more shameful, especially since he hadn’t seen an inch of my body yet.

“Yes sir,” I whispered, the air leaving my lungs in a rush. I didn’t really know why I deferred to him that way. It simply felt like it was the right thing to say.

His hand cupped my face and his thumb grazed along the line of my cheekbone. The charged atmosphere between us seemed to crackle with energy as his touch lingered on my skin. The weight of his gaze bore into mine, conveying a desire that matched my own. Without uttering a word, he closed the distance between us, his lips crashing down to mine in a soul stealing kiss.

His mouth was both tender and commanding. Fervent warmth spread through me as the subtle taste of the espresso on his lips melted onto my tongue. His kiss turned a bit rougher, and I surrendered to it willingly, my body igniting with fiery passion all at once.

When he pulled back, he gently nipped my lip and a stinging bite of pain flashed through me.

He was a fucking good kisser.

You want much more than that though, don’t you?

I did. I wanted a whole lot more than just a kiss.

Maybe he was a skilled lover too…

“I think it’s time for me to punish you now, little girl,” he murmured, and a delightful shiver raced through my body.

His words repeated in my mind, over and over until I couldn’t think of anything else. A ball of fire formed in my chest, and I glanced down at his hands, wondering how they’d feel against my bare flesh. Would it hurt? Would I like it?

“Sir?”

“What is it, little girl?”

“Will you be gentle with me?”

“That’s not what you need, is it?” he purred, and my hips rocked with pleasure. I yearned to feel his touch between my thighs, to feel his tongue on my clit.

I blushed hard, stammering over my words as I stepped from one foot to the other. My pulse beat like in a drum in my very core. I swallowed hard and avoided his gaze, only to have him lift my chin even higher and force me to look at him anyway.

“No,” I admitted because it was the truth. I’d had gentle lovers before, but all of them paled in comparison to this moment. Maybe it was the promise of pleasure in his eyes that emboldened me. Maybe it was because I was certain I would come really hard if he was a little rough with me. Maybe I was just curious…

Maybe it was all those things. All I knew was that I was going to let this happen. I was going to let him spank my naked ass.

“Come with me, little girl. It’s time for your spanking,” he said, his voice raspy with dark promise. My fingers trembled at my sides. Fear laced with desire, and I took a deep breath, trying to steal myself for what was to come.

I told myself it was just for the job, that getting together with Liam Shelby would be my ‘in’ to the Murphy family, but I was lying to myself.

I told myself that he was just a bad boy. That’s all this was. It was lust and nothing more.

It’s so much more than that. You want more and you know it.

He led me over to the couch in the living room and used his foot to kick the coffee table out of the way. Then he faced me and took my leather jacket in his hands, gently pushing it over my shoulders and down my arms. I shivered hard as he tossed it aside, feeling as though he’d removed my battle armor and now I was standing before him defenseless.

Was I safe here, in his hands? My gut told me I was. He’d done nothing to hurt me, nor had he done anything to suggest that he might. He’d threatened to spank me, but I was beginning to think that might just be a bit of foreplay to him.

I glanced down and I could see the tented line of his erection through his slacks. He was turned on, same as me.

He cocked his head, watching my line of sight as he reached for the button of my jeans. With a deft flick of his fingers, he unbuttoned them and slowly lowered my zipper, but he didn’t pull my pants down yet. Instead, his fingers lingered along the exposed patch of skin right above my panties.

Which ones was I even wearing? I squeezed my eyes shut, my mind racing as I tried to remember, and it finally hit me.

They were a pretty teal color. Cotton. Lined with a thick band of lace around the waistband. They weren’t the sexiest pair of panties I owned, but they would do.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, and then he slowly pulled my jeans down my thighs, not all the way, but right to my knees. I shuffled momentarily, but my pants held my legs firmly together. My clit throbbed even harder at my accidental find.

Another layer of armor removed, leaving only one more. You’re helpless against him.

Gently, he traced his fingertips along the tops of my panties, just barely brushing against my bare flesh as his gaze remained locked on mine. I pulled in a deep, heated breath as my blood rushed through my veins, growing hotter and hotter with every passing second.

How was I going to survive this without combusting?

“A beautiful girl like you deserves to be safe, don’t you?” he whispered, and I hung onto his every word.

“Yes sir,” I blushed.

“Then I’m going to need to be awfully firm with you,” he added, and my face flushed even hotter.

Grasping my arm firmly, but not hard enough to hurt, he sat down and pulled me over his lap. I found myself facedown over his knees with my pantied bottom high in the air, my jeans around my knees, and my eyes opened wide. My ass was suddenly a vulnerable target, and I reached back as everything went from a sordid fantasy to something very real, very quickly.

I was actually about to get my bare bottom spanked by a man I’d met only last night.

“Liam,” I began, and his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place as I began to struggle. I wiggled on his lap, trying to push myself up, but he held me tight.

It soon became very clear that I wasn’t going anywhere.

“It’s alright, little girl. I’ve got you,” he said as his hand settled on my panty clad bottom. His touch was dangerously close to my pussy and my inner walls squeezed tight, imagining those same fingers between my legs.

“Please, sir,” I tried.

“I told you that I was going to put you over my knee and spank your bare bottom, didn’t I?” he pushed.

Oh my god.

If he pulled my panties down, he’d see how wet I was. Even now, I could feel that I’d soaked through the crotch of my panties. Keeping my thighs together, I tried to hide it as best as I could.

“Yes sir,” I whispered, my shame escalating by the second. “But please, can you leave my panties up.”

“That would be much less shameful for you, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whispered, a sigh falling off my lips as I prematurely celebrated a little tiny bit of victory. He’d still spank me, but at least he wouldn’t see how aroused I was at the prospect of getting spanked right now.

“That’s exactly why they’ll be coming down, naughty girl,” he answered, and my heart dropped.

“But…”

Without missing a beat, his fingers wrapped around the waistband of my panties and slowly, he started to pull them down. Every inch of their descent was just as shameful as I thought it would be and soon enough, he’d pulled them down all the way to my jeans.

He’d be able to see how wet they were. How wet I was. How impossibly needy I was for both a spanking and his touch between my thighs.

“My my, you bad girl. You’re soaking wet,” he observed, and I covered my face with my hands, trying to hide as a wave of shame and embarrassment crashed into me. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t even try. All I could do was squirm, press my thighs together, and grapple with the way my pussy was fluttering with rampant desire for all that he was offering and more.

“I’m going to have to deal with that wayward little pussy after your spanking, aren’t I?”

“Yes sir,” I rasped, panting desperately.

I wanted him to touch me. Badly.

But his hand settled on my bare bottom first. My hips rocked from side to side, and he growled softly, the sound cutting through me like a hot knife through butter. I gasped as the sound shot straight through to my core, my clit pulsing as if it had a life of its own.

He squeezed my left bottom cheek. When his warm hand pulled away from me, I tensed, and it came back down with a harsh slap.

It stung, but my clit throbbed even harder. I blushed, thoroughly aroused and impossibly ashamed that I was reacting this way. Was something wrong with me? Would he think I was deranged for getting this wet from a punishment spanking over his knee like this?

But what if he likes it? What if this was exactly what he wanted since he first laid eyes on you?

His palm slapped my other cheek just as sharply and I gasped out loud. The sting bit into my flesh, and a delicious spike of pleasure surged through my veins once again.

You like this. You like it a lot.

He started spanking me a bit more quickly, his palm bouncing off my bare cheeks so loudly that I wondered if the customers could hear me getting spanked like a naughty little girl downstairs in the coffee shop. Would they know what was happening?

A quiet cry escaped my lips.

Liam spanked me a bit harder, but the pleasure coursing through my body made the sting less than I expected. If anything, each slap reverberated straight down to my clit, and it slowly dawned on me that I might come if he kept this up.

As if my body wanted to betray me, my hips bucked, and he held me against him that much tighter.

Fuck. I could feel his cock against my hip, and it was massive. The kind of cock that hurt going in with every thrust and that rocked your world all night long until you came so many times that you passed out.

The kind of cock that I hoped would rock mine.

My clit drummed hard as the spanking picked up in pace. It stung, but I couldn’t quell the desire racing through me. With every slap, my pussy clenched, and my clit hummed with need.

“Please,” I begged.

Desire raced through my veins, and I couldn’t make it stop. He spanked all over my ass, from the tops of my cheeks to the lower curve where my bottom met my thighs, and then directly in the center of them, over the top of my pussy, and then it was too much.

In a rush, my need centered in my core. His hand wrapped around my hips, holding me in place, and I bucked, brushing my clit against the rough fabric of his slacks. Before I realized what was happening, I was flying apart in a burst of pleasure.

White hot fire burned through my veins, like a veritable tornado of desire pulling me in and throwing me high up into the sky. I cried out, but it sounded more like a strangled moan, and then I was coming harder.

My pussy clenched tight as my inner walls fluttered, brutal desire holding me prisoner as I broke apart over his lap. My hips rocked back and forth as my back arched. Still safely covered, my nipples pebbled, and I wanted nothing more than to reach up and tweak them with my fingers like I did alone in my own bed late at night.

My pleasure crested and a soft, keening cry escaped me, exposing exactly what was happening. I couldn’t hide my orgasm. I couldn’t even try, and that shame made me come powerfully enough for every muscle in my body to clench tight all at the same time.

Eventually, my passionate release began to fade, leaving me with nothing more than the knowledge of what I had just done and how it made me feel.

Shame washed over me like a tidal wave. I’d had an orgasm from nothing more than a spanking. I’d climaxed right there over his knee with my jeans and panties stretched taut around my knees like a bad girl getting a spanking from her Daddy.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to because he spoke first.

“Such a naughty girl. I didn’t give you permission to come for me,” he mused, and my pussy clenched so hard it almost felt like I’d come again.

“Sir,” I breathed, and he spanked the tops of my thighs hard enough to sting and make me cry out. Without saying a word, he reached over me and pulled my jeans and panties off my legs, leaving my lower half entirely bare. He leaned back into the sofa, tightened his muscled arm around my waist, and lifted me, flipping me over so that I was face up.

Immediately, I covered my face, my shame burning a red flush from my chest to my forehead. Gently, he reached for my wrists and pulled them away, exposing me entirely, and I wailed.

“Seems this little pussy is even naughtier than I thought. Since I’ve already spanked your bottom a lovely shade of pink, maybe I should continue between these pretty thighs,” he growled, and a soft moan slipped free from my lips before I could make it stop.

He used both his hands to spread my thighs open, then settled the flat of his palm over my wet folds, and I bit my lip before I could make another sound. He slid his fingers up and down, and my eyes nearly rolled back in my head as another wave of pleasure crashed over me.

“Please,” I pleaded. I didn’t really know what I was asking for. Did I want him to spank my pussy? Would it make me come again? Would it hurt? Would I like it? Uncertainty swirled through my mind, and I waited quietly as he teasingly rubbed over my clit.

His hand lifted and then slapped down hard enough to sting, but not too much. The bite was sharp at first and I tensed, but then a wave of desire followed, and my pussy throbbed. Another slap fell and I cried out, more from shame than from anything else.

Why was this so hot?

Lightly, he spanked my pussy, again and again as pleasure warred inside my body. My core squeezed tight and the longer the spanking went on, the more I realized I was hanging on the edge of another orgasm.

I was going to come twice in a row for the first time in my life.

The few men I’d been with before had struggled to make me come, and most of them hadn’t been able to at all. I’d usually had to reach down and help, or do it all by myself, and now here I was with a man that had barely even touched me, and I was about to come again.

“Fuck. I love the little sounds you make before you come,” he said. His words pushed me closer to the precipice, right to the edge.

A strangled sigh escaped me as I squirmed. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him watching me as my eyes rolled back in my head, but soon enough, the light, teasing slaps were too much for me and I was shattering again over his lap in an entirely more shameful way.

There was nowhere to hide as my hips rolled and my legs convulsed. I couldn’t stop the scream from breaking free from my lips. My clit throbbed so hard that I worried he might be able to feel it beneath his fingers. I curled my hands closed around his arm as I rode out my orgasm, losing complete control of my body right before his eyes. Without mercy, my pleasure cut through me, sharp and brutal, but I enjoyed every moment all the same.

It was shameful, but it was so unbearably hot.

When I finally came down, my breath was slipping free of my lips in tiny little gasps.

“That’s not enough for you, is it, little girl? You need more,” he observed, rubbing his fingers up and down my soaked slit. More than a little overly sensitive, I bucked beneath his touch, but I didn’t beg him to stop.

In fact, there was a big part of me that agreed with him.

I did want more.

A lot more…

“Please fuck me, sir,” I begged.

“I’ll fuck you, but you’re going to have to call me something else,” he replied, dragging his touch lightly up against my clit, and another stuttering moan escaped me.

“What’s that?” I breathed, my needy bundle of nerves pulsing for more pleasure at his hands.

“What do you call the man who tucks you in at night?”

“I’m not sure,” I answered cautiously. Something did come to mind, but it was far too shameful for me to say out loud.

“What do you call the man who spanked that pretty bottom and that needy little pussy until they were pink?”

“I don’t,” I tried, but a sharp slap in between my thighs caught me by surprise. I cried out and squeezed my legs shut as much as I was able, but it stung far more than the rest had.

“You do know, little girl…”

“Daddy…”

“That’s right,” he answered, and then I realized I’d spoken out loud. My embarrassment choked through me, and I pressed my lips shut, my face flaming with heat. When I went to cover it with my hands, he lightly grasped my wrists and pulled them away.

“Now be a good girl and beg Daddy for a fucking with his big, hard cock.”