Daddy's Best Friend (Once Upon a Daddy)

by Kelli Callahan

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow! Oh god!” I bounced on his knee and threw my hand back to cover my ass.

  “Not tonight.” He immediately grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand to the small of my back.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “It hurts!” I whimpered and thrashed in his grasp, but he kept me in place.

  “That’s what you wanted.” He shifted me on his knee so that my balance was off and it would be harder for me to try and escape.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Greyson intended to give me a real spanking. There was no doubt about that. His hand was going back and forth across my ass, leaving a sting where it landed—a sting that got worse every time I felt his hand. I played with fire and I was getting burned. I could feel tears welling up in the corner of my eyes. I was going to cry. I was going to lay across my Daddy’s knee and cry while he gave me the spanking I deserved for acting like a brat. I was trapped in a moment of my own making and it was time to get my comeuppance.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “I’m sorry I acted like a brat!” I squealed and a sob formed in my throat as the first tear rolled down my face.

  “I gave you a choice. You made the one that put you right here, didn’t you?” He growled under his breath.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Yes sir! I’m sorry Daddy!” I squealed and the tears flooded my eyes.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  I started to bawl and then something strange happened inside me. The pain felt like it consumed my emotions for a moment—then I felt a weight lift from my soul. The first time I was over his knee, I felt an emotional release, but it wasn’t that powerful. He held back then. He stopped when the tears came. It wasn’t a true emotional release—it was just a taste. I was moving past the point of tasting it. The release was devouring me. The pain was no longer important. The pain was just a tool that guided me towards what I truly needed. I felt my body go weak and I started to simply sob while his hand continued to stoke the fire that was burning across the surface of my ass. Instead of getting one smack before he moved to the other side, I got two in a row—chaotic smacks that I couldn’t predict—it was like feeling my soul raptured through the agony of what I needed.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Okay, I think that’s enough.” Greyson’s hand slowed down and then it simply rested on my scorched skin.

  I didn’t have the words to thank him. He pulled me into his arms and I just cried against his shoulder. It was a full-on emotional tornado that shattered my sanity while my soul brought me back from the edge of despair. Greyson held me until my tears were dry and then he shifted on the bed. I was ready to please him in any way I could—to show him gratitude for the incredible gift he had given me—but he just held me. I snuggled in his arms and he kept me tight against his chest. I had learned to feel safe in his arms, but I felt something else—the purity of an emotion that was trying to become love. Greyson was everything I needed and a rock I could cling to when everything else felt unstable.

  This goes deeper than simply being turned on when he takes charge—this is what I’ve been searching for my whole life.

  14

  Greyson

  The next morning

  I wasn’t sure how Chrissy would react to her punishment. I considered going easy on her, but the need that burned in her eyes was too bright for me to ignore. I threatened her with real punishment, and she was drawn to it. The curiosity pulled her from the playful side of being spanked to the darker side of what she needed. I felt a shift in the dynamic when she started to cry. I pushed against her limit until I felt her break. I had never taken it that far, even when she deserved a spanking, but she was finally ready to face it. The girl that spent the night in my arms clung to me like I was the only thing left in the world. Maybe I was—in her mind.

  I hope that isn’t something we have to repeat very often. I enjoy dominance, but that was too cerebral—it shattered her.

  I woke up before Chrissy did and watched her sleep. She was so beautiful—a prize that was too pure for a man like me. I thought I would spank her, then let her apologize to me while she knelt at my feet and used her lips the way she did when we were by the pool. That wasn’t the right ending to our evening. The dynamic had shifted again. She needed her Daddy instead of the man who wanted to taste her flesh. That was the real line that had be drawn—one that I could finally see. There would be nights when she clung to me on an emotional level—and perhaps there would be one when our passion was fully ignited. She just wasn’t ready for that yet, and truthfully, neither was I.

  “Good morning.” I smiled as she opened her eyes.

  “I slept…” She blinked a couple of times. “I slept like a rock.”

  “The peace that follows an emotional moment.” I nodded and pulled her closer. “Sometimes that feeling can be better than anything else in the world.”

  “It really was…” She stared at me for a moment and then her eyes opened a little wider. “Oh god, I was—supposed to do something for you after we were done.”

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “That wasn’t what you needed.”

  “Yeah.” She exhaled sharply. “You’re right.”

  We lay together in silence for a little while. My thoughts were twisted around the emotions running through my head. Finding a way to navigate through what we had was going to be difficult. There were needs that had to be satisfied and those needs weren’t always going to be sexual. The emotional connection was stronger than that. But, in the morning light—her need started to shift. The girl that needed to be punished was pushed to the side and saw the need for passion unfolding in her eyes. It started with a kiss—a gentle one at first—then I crushed her lips beneath mine. I wanted her so bad, but I couldn’t push if she wasn’t ready to give herself to me entirely. We kissed, teased and touched for nearly an hour—but we didn’t go further than that. That was all the moment called for, even though my body begged for more.

  “Come with me.” I rolled to the side of the bed and extended my hand.

  “Where are we going?” She looked up at me but gave me her hand.

  I didn’t answer. The passion was there, but she was still vulnerable. She needed kindness more than lust. I had to show her that there was more to the Daddy she clung to than just a firm hand that delivered discipline. I ran a bath, removed the rest of her clothes, and helped her into the soapy water. I used a sponge to wipe away the remnants of the tears—and then massaged her scalp once the shampoo was in her hair. It was sensual but calming. Whatever chaos was in Chrissy’s head seemed to melt away as I took care of her. After the bath was over and she was dry, we cuddled on the bed again. She needed to be in my arms, and that’s exactly where I wanted her to be.

  Later that day

  “I guess we can’t stay in bed all day.” Chrissy rolled towards me. “I’m sure you have some work to do—and my computer is calling my name.”

  “You’re ahead on your assignments.” I brushed a strand of her out of her eyes. “There’s nothing at the office that needs my attention.”

  “Doesn’t your star client play today?” She chuckled under her breath. “You have to watch that game, right?”

  “I don’t have to watch it. I can catch the highlights.” I shook my head back and forth. “I usually watch the college games on Saturday to scout future clients. The ones that play on Sunday are already on the books.”

  “Makes sense I guess…” She nodded.

  We stayed in bed for a little longer, then decided to get up so that we could eat. It was past time for breakfast, so we had an early brun
ch. We spent the rest of the day close to each other—on the couch, in the Jacuzzi, and we even took a nap later that afternoon. It was the first nap I had taken since I was a toddler. There were kisses and a few sparks of passion, but they never went beyond teasing. There were moments when I thought they would, but it wasn’t what either of us needed. I knew what was happening—maybe she did too. We were falling in love. The emotional connection was stronger than the fire that roared into lustful desire. Our souls were searing together and forming a bond that was stronger than any other dynamic that had existed up until that point. Consummating it wasn’t necessary—we would find our way back to that path when the moment was right.

  “This has been—the best day…” She looked up at me when we made it back to the couch after dinner.

  “I’ve enjoyed it too.” I pulled her into my arms.

  “Last night was exactly what I needed.” She sighed as she settled into my embrace. “I think it helped me find my way past some lingering issues…”

  “So, does that mean the bratty girl is locked away forever?” I looked down at her and smiled.

  “No, not at all.” She looked up at me and a grin formed on the corner of her lips. “She has her place—and she knows what will happen if she gets out of line.”

  “I’ll be ready to deal with her—when she comes back.” I pulled Chrissy closer and kissed her forehead.

  “She’ll be back…” Chrissy sighed. “But—not tonight.”

  We stayed on the couch until it was time for bed, and I led Chrissy to my bedroom. After spending one night with her in my arms, there was no way that I was sending her to bed alone. We had a little more kissing and teasing before we finally got to the point that we were both ready for sleep. I felt an immense happiness in my heart—a joy that had been hidden from me for quite some time. I was beyond falling—I was well past that. Whatever hesitation had remained was gone. There was no way that I was ever going to let Chrissy go. She was mine—the bad girl and the one who wanted to find her place in the world. One was a girl who needed her Daddy. The other was a woman who belonged in my arms. We would both find the balance that helped us navigate the future.

  A few days later

  “Lauren, where are the scouting reports I asked for?” I peeked out of my office and looked at my assistant.

  “They’re—in your email.” She turned her head towards me. “They’ve been there since yesterday.”

  “Bloody hell.” I exhaled sharply. “I really have to get better at managing that.”

  “Yes, but you’ve said that so many times I’ve given up.” She laughed and shook her head.

  “A couple of these kids that are going to be ready to enter the draft are promising.” I leaned against the door frame. “Things might get busy around here if I’m able to sign a couple of them.”

  “Sounds like you may need a bigger garage.” She raised her eyebrows slightly. “They seem to love buying you cars as a token of appreciation when they sign that first big contract.”

  “And when they sign endorsements.” I nodded in agreement. “By the way, how are we looking on that? Is Under Armor still interested in the deal we met with them about?”

  “Again—the report is in your email.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Give me the highlights.” I waved my hand at her.

  “They are still interested, but they made a counter-offer. You should decline and tell them that your client isn’t budging. They’ll pay it. They’re desperate after Nike sniped two of their biggest clients.” She shrugged. “Those are the highlights.”

  “More than highlights—that’s an entire business strategy.” I chuckled and nodded. “Maybe they should be buying you a car.”

  “I mean—if you’ve got a spare.” She grinned. “You’re letting the eighteen-year-old drive your damn Porsche.”

  “Yeah…” I nodded. “She’s responsible though. I trust her.”

  “I guess she hasn’t raided your liquor cabinet or threw a big party yet?” Lauren raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

  “No, she’s—doing okay. Speaking of which, I need you to RSVP to the black-tie thing. I’ll have a plus one…” My words trailed off for a second.

  “A—plus one?” Lauren narrowed her eyes. “And you said that after we talked about your new roommate, so…”

  “She’s my plus one.” I connected the dots Lauren had already figured out. “She’s never been to an event with celebrities before.”

  “Is there something going on that I should be aware of?” She tilted her head suspiciously. “You have seemed a little—happier recently.”

  “I’m not having that discussion with you.” I shook my head and walked back into my office.

  “She’s eighteen! Don’t forget that…” Lauren laughed and I thought she was going to finish by reminding me how old I was, but the phone rang.

  Yeah, I’m too old for her but I don’t give a fuck anymore. I know what I want, and I know what she needs…

  I loaded up my emails and started reading them while Lauren talked on the phone in the other room. After a few minutes—I realized that whatever conversation she was having seemed to be rather heated. It wasn’t uncommon for her to get tough with someone, especially if we were negotiating, but she usually called me in if they were being difficult. Her hushed tone and angry words finally drew enough of my attention for me to get up from my desk and walk to the door. She hung up the phone as I got there and when she turned around, I saw that her face was practically white—like the color had been drained completely.

  “Lauren, what’s wrong?” I walked closer, feeling concern shoot through my veins.

  “We’ve got a big fucking problem.” She exhaled sharply.

  “Oh god, what did Ricky do this time,” I growled under my breath.

  “Not Ricky—you.” She looked directly into my eyes. “Greyson, someone hacked your security cameras.”

  “What—wait…” I blinked in surprise. “Oh my god.”

  “Yeah. It’s some kind of fucking hacker group and they’re threatening to release the videos if you don’t pay them off.” She turned around and hit a button on her keyboard. “I don’t even want to open the files they emailed me, but they say there is enough in here to make you pay whatever they want…”

  “Fuck. Forward me the email.” I walked back into my office.

  I watched my world crash down in front of me once I opened the email and confirmed there was no virus attached to it. My security cameras had definitely been hacked—and everything I had been doing with Chrissy was on full display. There were clips of me spanking her, clips of us naked in the house—and the worst was the video of us by the pool. It was a damn good thing I turned off the camera by her room—but the rest of it was enough for my stomach to twist into a knot. I was familiar with the hacker group. Even if they got paid off, there was no guarantee that the videos would be gone forever. A few celebrities had been hit and their videos got released even after they paid the price that was supposed to bury them.

  “Yeah.” I shook my head angrily and looked up as Lauren walked into my office. “This is really bad.”

  “I guess she’s more than a roommate, huh?” Lauren sat down across from me. “I was just teasing you about that…”

  “It’s very complicated.” I exhaled sharply. “It’s about to get even more complicated too…”

  “Let me make some calls.” Lauren sighed and looked down at her tablet. “After the big celebrity attack, there were rumors that a couple of celebrities were able to keep their stuff from getting released.”

  “Really?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “How?”

  “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “The news only reported the stuff that actually got released. I remember Ricky mentioning something about it though…”

  “If there’s any way to fix this—please let me know. I just—I need to get out of the office for a little bit.” I stood up and started walking towards the door.

  I was terrif
ied. There was no other emotion to describe how I felt. I could endure being exposed. If I lost a few clients—hell, if I lost all of them—I had enough money to survive. I didn’t really give a shit if anyone saw my dick. Chrissy was the one that I was worried about. She would be identified fairly easily. Everyone she knew would see the videos. Her family would hear about them, even if they didn’t sit down and actually watch them. She would never be able to go to college without having people stare at her—and I could only imagine what her mother would have to say. She might even fly to California just so she could cut my cock off.

  I used to check my shit daily to make sure things were secure—but I’ve been so distracted since Chrissy moved in. That may come back to haunt me.

  I couldn’t go back to the office. I had Lauren cancel the rest of my meetings. The instant I got back to my house, I turned off all the security cameras in my house and ripped the plugs out of the wall. I wanted to rage—break something—so I settled for putting my fist through one of the television monitors. My hand started to bleed, but I didn’t care. I wrapped it in a towel and walked to the living room. There wasn’t a glass big enough for the drink I felt like I needed, so I just grabbed a bottle of Scotch. I was sitting in the dark with it in my hand when I heard the front door open.

  Fuck, now I have to tell her…

  “Greyson?” Chrissy walked to the doorway. “There was blood—are you okay?”

  “Sit down…” I turned towards her and exhaled sharply. “We need to talk.”

  “Did I do something wrong?” She turned on a lamp and her eyes immediately focused on the bloody towel wrapped around my hand. “Oh my god—let me see that.”

  “No.” I pulled my hand away. “Sit down!”

  “I’m—sorry?” She snapped her head back, but slowly sat down on the couch.

  “I fucked up Chrissy—I really fucked up.” I lifted the bottle to my lips.

  All I could do was tell her the truth. She had a stunned look on her face and then I saw tears in the corner of her eyes once the realization began to set in. I expected her to freak out—scream at me—tell me that I was an asshole for having cameras in the house that could record our intimate moments. Instead, she just listened to everything I had to say and crawled closer to me. Even after hearing that I could have destroyed her life, she still seemed concerned about my hand. She peeled the towel away and inspected it while I continued to drink.