Chapter 7
JANIE
“Daddy?” A swirling, warm feeling spreads throughout my lower belly.
“Yes,” he groans. “Fuck, sweetheart. I want to hear that again and again.”
I can’t deny, I love his reaction. He looks possessed as he stares into my eyes. The blue of his irises darkens.
“Daddy,” I say with more confidence.
“Take off that dress and get on my lap, little girl.”
Ho-ly shit. This whole visit to Salt has been filled with epiphanies about things I might like or want to try in the bedroom. Calling Tag “Daddy” wasn’t on my bingo card, but from the way he’s looking at me, and the heat building between my legs, I think I must like it. A lot.
I lift my dress up and over my head. I’m glad I decided to wear something loose so I don’t have to deal with an awkwardly-placed zipper. Now I stand before Tag in my bra and underwear.
A couple wanders past our room, peering in curiously before moving along. I would normally feel super self-conscious standing in my underwear where any strangers could walk past. But something about being here with Tag, and knowing he’s in charge, really helps.
“Beautiful.” He grabs my wrist, then my waist. The room tilts as he tugs me down so I’m lying on my stomach over his legs. “This is how I’ve dreamed about you, Janie. Lying over my knees, ass in the air, waiting for your spankings.”
I shiver against him, conscious of the hard length of his cock against my hip.
When I wiggle, he sucks in a deep breath. “Careful, little girl. Don’t make this harder on yourself than it has to be.”
The threat sends a surge of liquid between my legs. Tag grabs the waistband of my underwear and tugs them down. His warm breath fans over my bare ass as he grabs my cheeks, squeezing and pinching.
“Get ready, sweetheart. Try to relax.”
Try to relax when he’s about to spank me? I don’t think so.
His hand comes down with a stinging slap. I yelp in surprise, although the spank didn’t hurt much.
“Remember your safe word.” He spanks me again before smoothing his hand over my too-warm skin.
His hand comes down again, then again. My skin is so hot, it stops hurting. Instead of pain, I feel happy, meditative, like I was born to be here, over Tag’s lap, accepting his punishments.
And I’m so freaking aroused, I can barely stand it. My clit throbs with my heartbeat, and if he would touch me there, I’d get off in seconds. I rub my bare legs together, hoping to ease the pressure between them.
“One more big spank,” Tag says in a low, raspy voice. “One more for Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.
The last one is harder than the others, but I love it. Heat spreads throughout my entire body.
He sends his hand to my pussy, cupping my mound. “Damn, little girl. You’re soaking my fingers. Do you need to come?”
“Yes.” I nod for emphasis, which makes me feel dizzy from this position.
“Ask Daddy nicely.”
Another gush of arousal centers between my legs. This is mortifying and wonderful, all at once. He has all the power here, and I love giving it to him. “Please, Daddy, will you make me come?”
“Of course.” He sits me up and moves me next to him so I sit bare-assed on the bench. He tilts my head toward him so he can stare at me with his beautiful blue eyes. “I want to make you come with my cock, sweetheart. Is that okay?”
I nod.
“Tell me with your words, Janie.”
“Yes, Daddy, you can make me come with your cock. I—I want that.” It’s so true. I haven’t wanted anything or anyone this much in forever.
Nodding, he unzips his jeans and puts on a condom. “Sit right here, sweetheart. Facing me. I want to look at your beautiful face when you come on my dick.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I swing a leg over his lap, loving the way his eyes narrow in satisfaction at the word daddy.
He holds his cock at the base with one hand. With his other, he guides my hip so I lower onto him.
I have to go slow. He’s big, and it’s been a long time. With every inch, I’m stretched beyond belief.
“So good, Janie, fuck,” he gasps. “Right here, yes. You feel incredible.”
The only thing I can do is clutch his shoulders and continue moving down as he guides me. Soon, I’m fully seated. My breath comes out in pants. I want to immediately start moving up and down, but Tag holds me in place.
“Just give me a second, sweetheart. Daddy needs to pause, or this’ll all be over before it really started.”
I try to move, but he gives my already burning ass a swat, so I force myself to hold still again. He then massages my freshly-spanked ass, causing me to groan in pained pleasure.
“Nice and patient,” he murmurs into my neck. “I knew you could do it.”
He lifts his hips and sets me free to move. I grind against him, lifting up before easing back down, finding my own rhythm.
“Yes, take Daddy’s cock, just like that,” Tag encourages. “This is better than I remember.”
It is for me, too. I’m not sure why. Maybe before, he was always holding this part of himself back—this kinky, protective daddy figure he was hiding inside. Now I have all of him, and it turns out…I still love him.
“Are you going to come for me? Let me feel your sweet pussy milking my dick? Hmm, Janie?”
His sinful words fill my ears while his cock pistons in and out. He angles his hips differently, and now my clit rubs against him.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I’m so close.”
“Good girl—go ahead and come, Janie. Let me feel your enjoyment.”
Exquisite bliss fills me until I explode into sparkling shards of pleasure, every nerve alight.
“There, there.” He flips us around so I’m on my back, then brings one of my legs up and over his shoulder. “Let me know if Daddy goes too hard, sweetheart.”
His thrusts are fast and rough. He grabs my ass, massaging against my too-hot skin. More pain, but it’s sweet and raw.
“So good, so good, sweetheart,” he chants, pumping faster, fucking me like the world is ending.
He hits a spot inside that causes stars to shoot across my vision. I cry out as a second orgasm steals through me, surprising me because I barely felt it building.
Tag groans as he pumps forward a final few times. His cock pulses within me as he comes. I can feel every twitch through my sensitive muscles.
“There’s no one but you,” he whispers against my hair. “No one, Janie. Just you.”
I squirm against his hold. “Tag, I have to tell you—tomorrow, I’m meeting—”
“Christopher.” He pulls back slightly so he can grin down at me. “I know. We both want you. It’s okay, you don’t need to worry.”
But I do worry. They aren’t friends, not like Ariel’s guys are. I saw the animosity and competition between them at my family’s Christmas party. I doubt these two men would ever share.
CHRISTOPHER
Janie’s eyes close in pleasure as she takes another bite of risotto. “You made this? Truly?”
“I’m starting to get offended,” I say with a laugh.
“Sorry, it’s just, I’ve never known anyone who could cook like this. Mr. Capulet, you’ve been holding out on me. Whenever I came over with Ariel, you ordered us pizza!”
Again with the Mr. Capulet. I’ve given up trying to correct her. We both know this is a date, and that has to be enough.
“I ordered pizza because it was a treat for Ariel.” I chuckle. “But I’m glad you like my cooking.”
“I love it.”
Pushing back from the table, I pat my lap. “Come sit over here. I want to feed you.”
Her eyes widen. “Mr. Capulet? Are you sure?”
I raise my eyebrows. “Do I look unsure?”
“Should I bring my plate?” She stands up, hovering her hands over her place setting.
“No. I’ll feed you from mine.”
The idea obviously strikes her as strange, but she goes with it.
I’m not sure what her date with Tag was like last night, but he said it went well when he texted me this morning.
If I detected an element of smugness to his text, well, I don’t fault him for that.
Because if things go well with Janie and me tonight, I’ll be wanting to brag about it, too.
She walks over and slowly perches herself in my lap. Her plump little bottom is warm against my legs. I stroke her thigh over her dress before gathering salmon onto my fork.
“Open.” I hold the fork near her lips.
She obediently takes the bite, chews, and swallows. “You’re treating me like a little kid.”
“I like taking care of you.” I load up my fork with another bite.
She shoots me a sassy look. “I can feed myself, though.”
In a firmer voice, I repeat, “I like taking care of you.”
With a soft sigh, she takes the next bite I offer.
“Janie, it’s time we talked about the things we like.”
“I like your risotto.” She gives me a wicked grin before accepting her next bite.
“I like taking care of women. I like making decisions for them, feeding them, doling out consequences when they’re naughty.”
“Are you a Daddy Dom, too?” she asks.
So Tag did talk to her about this. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to call you Daddy?”
“If you want to. But I’m also partial to Mr. Capulet.”
Her eyes twinkle as she gazes at me. “I’m partial to Mr. Capulet, too.”
Sweet doll. “Now take a few more bites like a good girl, and I’ll give you a reward.”
“A reward?” She grins. “Okay.”
I feed her for a couple more minutes. I ask her questions about her family, now that I’ve met them, and about how well she gets along with her siblings.
Personal questions that I never asked when she was younger, because I wasn’t interested in her back then.
It wasn’t until she got into her twenties and started working for me, that my interest gradually grew.
Now, I want to know everything.
I could sit here with her on my lap forever and inhale her sweet, sugary scent.
But I have other plans for Janie tonight.
I help her off my lap and lead her to the living room. The lights are low, because I’ve tried to create a romantic ambiance. I might be a dirty old man in my lust for Janie, but I also genuinely care about her and her comfort.
“It looks nice in here.” She turns in a slow circle. “Now what do you have in mind, Mr. Capulet?”
“You ate your dinner like a good girl,” I say with a smirk. “Now it’s time for your reward.”