Daddy's Way

by Stella Moore

  “Three swats, no noise whatsoever or it doesn’t count. Ready?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  The first blow took her breath away, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to gasp or shriek at the thousands of little needles burning into her skin.

  “That’s one. You did good, little one. Two more.”

  The second swat was lower, but it covered enough of the same real estate that the burn brought tears to her eyes. Burying her face in her arms, she let out a slow, shuddering breath.

  “Brave little girl.” Bryant’s murmur of approval was accompanied by his hand running over her aching bottom. “Almost done, and then we can have some fun, okay?”

  Nodding, she braced herself for the final blow. This one caught her sit spots and the tops of her thighs, and she just barely stopped the scream burning in her chest. She did stomp her foot, but Daddy had never said she had to keep her feet on the floor, so she hoped he wouldn’t hold it against her.

  “That’s our good girl. Come here.” James pulled her up and into his arms and she finally let out a whimper.

  “Hurts, Daddy.”

  “I know, little one.” Pulling away, he smiled down at her. “Are you going to be a good girl the rest of the night?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl. You can start by bending back over the bed so Bryant can plug your pretty little bottom.”

  Turning away from her daddy, she saw Bryant holding up one of the larger plugs. It was on the tip of her tongue to argue, but the paddling was fresh enough in her mind to remind her to behave. So she silently returned to the bed and draped herself over the edge once more.

  “Maybe you need to paddle her more often, James.” Bryant’s voice was low and husky with need and amusement. “She’s so sweet and obedient afterwards. Hold her open for me.”

  Warm hands, her daddy’s hands, gripped her sore cheeks and separated them, baring her most intimate place to their view. Instinctively, she clenched, trying vainly to hide those secret parts from view.

  “Relax, Livvy,” Bryant scolded gently. “You know it’s just going to hurt more if you fight us.”

  “Why do you have to plug me? I don’t like it,” she whined, well aware she was lying through her teeth.

  A sharp spank landed on her exposed bottom hole, making her shriek in response. “That’s the last lie I’ll allow tonight, young lady.” Bryant swatted her again and tears filled her eyes at the sharp pain. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, turning her cheek to rest it against the cool comforter. “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s all right, sweetheart. Hopefully having this plug in your sore little hole will remind you to be good the rest of the night.”

  Cool liquid landed on her exposed hole and she jumped at the sensation, but quickly settled when she felt the tip of the plug pressing against her entrance. It was small enough for her to take without much preparation, which Bryant obviously knew. He pushed the plug past her initial resistance, chuckling at her whine of protest. Her bottom burned as he stretched her, but her pussy throbbed in response to the pain.

  She loved her husband, and if he never let Bryant play with them again, they would continue to have a spectacular sex life. But she’d have been lying again if she said she didn’t occasionally enjoy Bryant’s harsher, stricter ways. Her entire ass was on fire, inside and out, and they’d barely gotten started with her.

  By the time the plug was fully seated, she was full and aching, both in her bottom and between her thighs. A fact Bryant fully exploited by running his hand down her burning cheeks to the place where she desperately wanted them to touch her.

  “Just as I thought,” he said with another low chuckle. “She’s soaking wet.”

  “Of course she is.” James released his grip on her bottom, allowing her cheeks to close around the plug. “My little girl loves being punished. Don’t you, Livvy?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Moaning, she lifted her hips and opened her legs, inviting them to touch her.

  She’d lost track of who was touching her where at this point. All she knew was that someone was stroking her, just light enough to drive her out of her mind with pleasure.

  The bed dipped beside her head and she opened her eyes to see a very naked Bryant stretched out on her pretty duvet. “I’ve missed your mouth on my cock, sweetheart. Come here.”

  It was all the invitation she needed. Hopping up onto the bed, she crawled between his splayed legs and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock.

  “On your knees, little one,” James ordered from his spot beside the bed. “Daddy wants to spank you some more while you suck Bryant off.”

  Shifting so her bottom was lifted high, the already burning skin stretched taut, she returned her attention to Bryant. With a low, guttural groan, he ran a hand over her hair when she took him in her mouth. “Good girl. Just like that.”

  Something heavy, yet flexible, connected with her bottom and she moaned around Bryant’s cock. If she had to guess, Daddy had chosen one of the small leather paddles. Her favorites. The sting was accompanied by a deep thud she felt all the way to her core.

  The hand stroking her hair pushed against the back of her head. Taking her cue, she loosened her jaw and took him in as far as she could before pulling away again. Slowly, she rode him with her mouth while her daddy kept up a steady rhythm with the paddle, spreading a lovely burn all over her bottom and the tops of her thighs.

  “God, that feels amazing.” Hands fisting in her hair, Bryant guided her, forcing her to increase her speed. Shifting slightly, she cupped his balls with her hand and he let out a string of swear words she knew good and well he’d never let her or his own little girl get away with saying.

  The paddle fell two more times, harder than any of the previous swats and she groaned at the sting but didn’t falter in her movements on Bryant’s cock. Seconds later, the bed dipped again, and she felt James between her thighs. With a single, quick thrust, he filled her.

  Full. Every single part of her that could be filled was full and stretched to capacity. It was nearly enough to have her coming on the spot, but she held off. She didn’t want any more punishments tonight. Desperate to please, she focused on Bryant’s cock while her daddy fucked her hard and fast.

  “My good girl,” James crooned, releasing his hold on one of her hips to reach around and pinch her clit. “Should we let her come, Bryant?”

  “Not yet.” Bryant’s voice was deep and harsh, and the hand in her hair tightened. “She hasn’t earned it yet.”

  James chuckled and she groaned when he rolled her aching clit between his fingers. Because she knew them, she knew the fastest way to earn her orgasm was to please Bryant. So she increased her speed, her head bobbing up and down as she squeezed the heavy sack in her hands.

  “Fuck!” The shaft in her mouth swelled and tightened, moments before hot liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed immediately, just like her daddy had always insisted, and she continued sucking until Bryant finally relaxed under her.

  “Now she can come,” Bryant said, stroking her hair. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to watch your face when you go over.”

  Lifting her head, she met his gaze just as James pushed her over the edge of pleasure. Her core tightened, and everything inside of her shattered, sending waves of pleasure washing over her. James followed her over, slamming his hips against her aching bottom as he filled her.

  “Come here, Livvy.” Scooting down the bed, Bryant pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You were such a good girl.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Snuggling into him, she yawned, and James wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

  “Sleep, little one. You earned it.”

  Grinning at her daddy’s praise, she fell asleep cradled between them.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Once Olivia’s soft snores reached them, the brothers carefully untangled themselves from her and
slipped out of bed. They dressed as quietly as they could before tiptoeing out of the room. James paused in the doorway, looking back at his wife, sprawled out on her bed, worn out from their play. His heart did a slow roll in his chest at the sight.

  “You okay?” Bryant whispered from the hall.

  “Yeah.” Leaving the door halfway open, he turned and headed for the stairs. “She’s out like a light.”

  “We wore her out.” With a grin and a wink, Bryant headed for the liquor cabinet and poured them each a finger of scotch. “Thanks for inviting me over.”

  “She needed it.” Because it was Bryant, the confession came easily. “She needed harsh, and I don’t know if I would have had it in me to give it to her without you there.”

  “Sure you would.” Bryant sipped his scotch, studying his brother over the rim of the glass. “But I was happy to help. Think she’ll sleep the rest of the night?”

  “I hope so. She hasn’t slept well since Shannon was attacked.”

  It was interesting to watch the emotions play out across his brother’s face. Olivia was right; there was something there between him and the pretty blonde.

  “I hate sitting here, waiting for the cops to find this guy. I wish there was something we could do.” Bryant frowned at his suddenly empty glass and went to pour himself another.

  “Me too. But anything we might try would put one or both of them in danger.” Swirling the brown liquid around in the crystal, James studied his brother. “Maybe Tracy had the right idea, getting out of town.”

  “None of us can afford to just disappear. And when would we come back? We have to accept that the cops may not catch him, and then what?” Scowling, Bryant sipped his drink. “We all move away, start over? Let him chase us out of town? Fuck that.”

  “Point taken. I just want them safe, Bry.”

  Bryant’s expression softened with understanding. “Me too. So, we keep them safe. You enforce the rules with Livvy and, well, I guess we hope she can talk Shannon into following along.”

  Laughing, James shook his head. “Good luck with that. The best we can hope for is her brush with death has scared her into being more careful. And her firm, for that matter, since they seemed to think it was no big deal.”

  “Fuckers.” Bryant’s grip on the tumbler tightened. If it hadn’t been solid crystal, James might have worried it would shatter. “They deserve to be in that hospital bed, not her.”

  “No argument from me.” It still grated that he hadn’t been able to make them see how important it was to protect her from the start. Maybe if he’d pushed a little harder, Shannon wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed with a black eye and fingerprints on her neck.

  “Hey. Cut it out.”

  Looking over, he found Bryant glaring at him. “What?”

  “I can see you blaming yourself. Stop.”

  “It’s hard not to feel like there isn’t more I could have done for her.”

  “Well, like the cops told Livvy, this is all on the asshole who attacked her. Nobody else.” Pausing, Bryant shrugged and smiled what James always thought of as his ‘Lawyer Shark’ smile. “Well, maybe the assholes at her firm, too. But not you. Got it?”

  The lecture helped to settle his nerves as much as the scotch had. “Got it. You staying the night?”

  “You need me to?”

  It was tempting, but in the end they needed as much normalcy as possible. “Nah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Sure thing. I’ll meet you at the hospital to help move the brat’s friend.”

  After he’d left, James spent some time washing out the glasses they’d used and tidying up before returning to Olivia’s bedroom. She was still stretched out on her bed, snoring quietly.

  Their bed was more comfortable, but he risked waking her if he tried to move her. And she really did need the sleep. Stripping off his clothes once more, he stretched out beside her and pulled her into his arms. She whimpered softly, and her forehead crinkled like it did when she was worried, but she quickly settled down again.

  The love he felt for her was enough to bring a stronger man to his knees. Brushing the hair from her face, he drank in her features, memorizing them as he’d done hundreds of times before. “I’ll keep you safe, little one. No matter what.”

  * * *

  He and Olivia both cleared their schedules the next afternoon so they could take Shannon home with them. She’d called that morning to let them know she was definitely being released, but nobody could seem to tell her an exact time. James met Olivia and Randall, one of their newest realtors, at the house they’d just finished showing.

  “Hey, boss!” Randall greeted him cheerfully when he got out to open Olivia’s door for her. “Headed to the hospital?”

  “Yes. Thank you for tagging along with Olivia today. I had a meeting I couldn’t get out of.”

  Randall waved a hand in the air. “It was my pleasure. I think this one’s in the bag. Liv’s really great at this, you know that? I may tag along some more, see if I can’t pick up some tips,” he added with a wink.

  Olivia rolled her eyes, but her cheeks had turned pink with pleasure. “You’re good at this, too, Randall. You just need to be more confident. And find ways to turn potential negatives into positives, like we talked about with the yard on this one.”

  “Right, smaller yard, less grass to mow, but still enough space for entertainment. Got it. See you guys at the office!” With a last wave, Randall turned and headed for his car.

  “Do you think this one’s in the bag, little one?”

  Grinning, Olivia climbed into his SUV. “Absolutely. They loved it. I think we’re going to lowball it though; it’s priced a little high for the neighborhood, despite the gorgeous bathroom reno they just did. It definitely bumped up the value, but not quite as much as they were hoping.”

  “Excellent news.” Leaning in, he brushed a kiss across her lips. “You ready to go get Shannon?”

  “I’m ready.” Her grin turned a little wicked, and he felt a frisson of fear down his spine. “But are you?”

  “Of course,” he replied with a confidence he didn’t remotely feel. Keeping tabs on Olivia was one thing. As her daddy, he wielded a certain amount of power he didn’t have with Shannon.

  After closing Olivia’s door, he walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in. Perhaps he should have a conversation with his Livvy before they picked up Shannon. “I think we need to go over our rules, little one.”

  The professional realtor disappeared when she scrunched her face up exactly like a little girl being told she couldn’t have something she wanted. “Why? I know the rules.”

  “Yes, but you tend to be a little loose with them when Shannon is around. Which is bad enough when you’re just out for the night, but since she’ll be staying with us for a few days at the bare minimum, a reminder can’t hurt.”

  Reaching over, she linked her fingers with his as he drove. Her voice was soft and kind when she spoke. “Daddy, I’m not going to do anything stupid. I promise.”

  “I know. Just... promise me you won’t let Shannon talk you into ignoring the rules. Okay?”

  “To be fair, I don’t always tell Shannon about a rule before I let her talk me into breaking it.”

  “Good point. I’ll make sure Shannon is aware of the rules, so maybe she’ll be able to keep you in line.”

  “Daddy!” Groaning, Olivia leaned back against the car seat. “You can’t do that!”

  James gave her hand a little squeeze of warning. “I can, and I will, Olivia. Whatever it takes to make sure you’re both safe.”

  “But it’s embarrassing.”

  “You’ll survive.” Lifting their joined hands, he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Better embarrassed than dead, as far as he was concerned. But he didn’t want to say that and risk upsetting her, so he left it at that.

  The silence between them lingered all the way to the hospital. He could feel her tense as they pulled into the parking garage, and he gave her hand a
nother squeeze.

  They were still halfway down the hall to Shannon’s room when they heard her. “I don’t need you telling me what to do, Bryant Monroe!”

  Beside him, Olivia groaned. “What is Bryant doing here? Shouldn’t he be at work?”

  “Did you really think he was going to pass on this?” Chuckling at her exasperated sigh, he swung her hand up and back in hopes of helping her calm down. “It’s all right, Livvy.”

  “She’s supposed to stay calm. He doesn’t keep her calm, he stresses her out.”

  It was a good point. “I’ll talk to him.”

  They’d reached Shannon’s room by then, and Olivia dropped his hand to rush to the bed. “Ready to get out of here, lazy bones?”

  Shannon, who looked a million times better now that she’d had a chance to shower and dress, rolled her eyes. “I’ve been ready, but these people won’t let me leave!” Her voice rose to a shout by the end.

  Bryant crossed his arms and James just managed to hold back a sigh. It was going to be a long few days. Before Bryant could lecture, or whatever else he had in mind, James clapped him on the shoulder and pushed him toward the door. “Let’s get some air.”

  “I don’t need air,” Bryant grumbled, but he followed along all the same.

  “Me neither. But the girls need some space.” James waited until they’d reached the end of the hall to speak again. “I told Livvy I’d talk to you. About Shannon.”

  “What about her?”

  “You’re stressing her out. And since she’s already stressed, she doesn’t need you adding to it. So just, maybe dial back the Daddy-mode a bit, okay?”

  Bryant’s eyes narrowed. “I am not in ‘Daddy-mode.’”

  “Bullshit. You’ve never even been this protective of Liv and you know it.”

  “Fuck.” Scrubbing a hand over his face, Bryant turned and paced away, then back. “She gets under my skin, man. And I’m worried about both of them.”

  “You think I’m not?”

  “No. I know you are. And I don’t want to say it’s easier for you. But at least you can just paddle Liv’s ass if she breaks the rules.”