Once Upon a Daddy: A Romance Anthology

by Kelli Callahan

  Chrissy: That’s an understatement. Okay, I’ll call tonight.

  I let the car slowly roll into the driveway as I was texting with Lorrie. I hit the button to open the garage and kept rolling forward. A second later, something caught my attention and I looked up to see Greyson directly in front of me. I panicked and hit the brakes, which caused me to drop my cell phone. I didn’t even get to grab it from the floorboard before Greyson walked around to the driver’s side and opened the door.

  “I thought we discussed this—no texting and driving.” He glared at me with a look of disappointment on his face.

  “Sorry, I swear I didn’t while I was on the road!” I grabbed my cell phone and shoved it into my purse. “Just in the driveway…”

  “Let me see your phone.” He motioned to me.

  “What? Why?” I looked at him on confusion.

  “I won’t read your messages. I just want to look at the time stamp.” He motioned towards me again.

  Wow, he’s serious about this…

  “See, look.” I pulled out my cell phone and showed it to him. “I literally just started texting her. The other ones are from when I was at school—before I even cranked up the car.”

  “Okay.” He nodded and pointed to the garage. “Go ahead and park the car—try not to hit anything in the process.”

  I felt a twinge of guilt, but I was also a little disappointed that he didn’t trust me. I hadn’t really earned it, and he did literally catch me texting while I was behind the wheel of his Porsche, so I tried to let go of my initial thoughts. Greyson was already inside the house when I parked the car, and for some reason—I had a strange feeling of dread when I walked through the door. It was the same kind of feeling I used to have when I disappointed my mother or got in trouble at school. I didn’t like that feeling, and I definitely didn’t like the stare I got from Greyson when I walked into the living room.

  He looks hot-as-sin, even when he’s looking at me like I’m some sort of disappointment.

  “Sit down.” Greyson motioned to the couch and his words were a command—not his request.

  “Okay.” I swallowed a lump that tried to form in my throat as I took a seat.

  “You’ve lost your car privileges for one week.” He leveled his gaze on me. “John will drive you anywhere you need to go, but I want you to know that I meant what I said about texting and driving.”

  “Seriously?” I blinked in surprise. “I really wasn’t texting and driving! I was just in the driveway!”

  “I believe you and your messages confirm that, but I need to be sure that you understand how serious I am about this. I lost one of my clients because they couldn’t keep their hands off of their phone while they were driving.” He shook his head back and forth. “He wrapped his car around a telephone pole because he had to swerve when a kid ran out in front of him.”

  “Oh god…” I looked down and exhaled sharply. “I’m sorry—I didn’t know that.”

  “There are rules and I really need you to follow them. I’m not your father, but I have to look after you while you’re staying with me.” He raised his shoulders slowly and shrugged. “I’m not trying to be an asshole.”

  “No, I get it.” I nodded in understanding. “I won’t drive for a week and after that, my phone will stay in my purse until the car is turned off.”

  “Good. I’ll give you another chance in a week, but there won’t be another one after that.” He leaned towards me. “I’m sure you don’t want to have to call John every time you want to go somewhere.”

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth. “It’s nice to have that option, but I don’t want to rely on him for everything.”

  If I had my own place, I could take public transportation, but there are no bus routes out here…

  The line had been firmly slashed in the concrete. Greyson was hot—so much so that he was practically smoldering, but he was not just some guy that I was living with. I was his responsibility and he intended to take it seriously. I didn’t want him to regret letting me stay at his house—and I certainly didn’t want to be a disappointment. I was a good kid growing up. I rarely got in trouble. I could count the number of times my mother had to sit me down for a talking-to on one hand and the number of times I had gotten in trouble in school on the other. Fearing the guild that would come afterward was enough to keep me on the right path most of the time. I wondered if my father would have the same look on his face that Greyson had—if he had lived long enough for me to ever get in trouble.

  Later that evening

  I ate dinner with Greyson just like I had the previous night, but I felt like there was a rift between us. I really enjoyed our fake-date downstairs in the movie theater—I loved hearing the stories he told about my father. I wasn’t foolish enough to think a guy like Greyson would ever look at me and see someone that he could become romantically attached to, but that didn’t stop me from developing a crush overnight. It was a weird crush. I knew he was old enough to be my father—yet, it didn’t really register the same way. It was just—different. I saw both sides of it at the same time. He was a guy who was ridiculously hot, with a British accent that made me want to swoon, yet I was still his responsibility.

  I guess I’ve got a few unresolved Daddy issues, but I’ve always known that—I just didn’t expect them to manifest like this…

  “Are you going to bed early tonight?” Greyson walked up to my door and peeked into my room.

  “Yeah, probably so.” I nodded. “I have to call my mother before I do, but I think I’m going to go to bed after that.”

  “I hope you’re not upset with me.” He took a step into my room. “We can still hang out. We can even watch a movie downstairs after you call your mother if you want.”

  “I don’t think I want to do that tonight.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m not upset with you. I’m just disappointed with myself…”

  “Hey, look at like this—you didn’t get grounded.” He smirked and shrugged.

  “I doubt being confined to this house would be much of a punishment…” I looked around and finally cracked a half-smile.

  At least he’s joking about it…

  “True.” He chuckled under his breath. “I guess the other alternative would be what? A spanking?”

  “Ha!” I looked up at him and grinned. “I don’t think people do that anymore.”

  “I’m pretty sure they do. At least where I’m from—although they don’t really let them use the cane in England like they did when I was younger.” He tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. “If you text and drive again, I might have to break out the old-fashioned method of dealing with that kind of behavior.”

  I think he’s still joking around—I mean, I hope he’s joking…

  “I don’t know, I think I might be faster than you.” I bit down on my lip and giggled.

  “Did you forget that I used to play Rugby?” His tone was jovial but slightly threatening.

  “Yeah, but didn’t you retire during your first year as a pro because of a knee injury?” I looked down at his leg.

  “I can still move on it pretty good.” He took a step towards me. “Want to test it?”

  “Hey, we were just messing around!” I hopped up when he reached out to grab my arm, but I couldn’t stop laughing.

  “Were we?” He playfully lunged towards me and caught my wrist.

  “Okay, you can still move pretty good—for an old guy.” I rolled my eyes and continued giggling.

  “That’s gonna cost you. Turn around.” He motioned with the hand that wasn’t holding my wrist.

  “Wait, you’re not serious!” I pulled against his grasp.

  “Turn around and take your punishment like a good girl—if I have to drag you over to the bed, I might be tempted to give you more than one.” He tried to put a serious expression on his face, but I could still see his smile hiding behind his beard.

  “Okay, fine.” I turned around. “Just one…”

 
SMACK!

  “There, now you’ve been properly punished.” He let go of my wrist.

  “So, I get my driving privileges back?” I cocked my head and grinned.

  “What? No.” He shook his head back and forth quickly. “That was just for calling me old.”

  “Oh…” I looked down at the floor for a moment. “How many to get the keys to the Porsche?”

  “Seriously?” He raised his eyebrows. “You want me to spank you instead of taking away your car keys for a week?”

  “No.” I raised my head and smiled. “I was just messing around. I don’t want you to really spank me.”

  “Well, now I know what to do the next time you misbehave.” He winked at me and walked towards the door.

  I’m not sure if he was joking about that—or if he was serious…

  The next day

  I woke up the next morning with a little bit of sweat on my brow—and I knew why. I had a rather vivid dream. Greyson was upset with me over something, and he was chasing me around the house like the guy in the horror movie we watched. I wasn’t going to get killed if he caught me though—I was going to get spanked. It was a weird dream, to say the least, but when I shifted to the edge of the bed, I realized that my panties were wet. My forehead might have been damp from sweat, but that wasn’t why my panties were soaked all the way through.

  Daddy issues galore—now I’m getting turned on by the thought of him spanking me.

  I went to the bathroom and decided to take a bath instead of a shower. I didn’t have anywhere to be, and it wasn’t like I could take the Porsche out for a spin. I filled the tub with soapy water and climbed into it. It really did feel amazing. The tub we had at my house in Chicago wasn’t one that you could really take a bath in. It wasn’t dirty, it was just old, and the stopper didn’t hold the water in very well. It also didn’t have jets—which I turned on as soon as I was submerged. They felt really good against my back, and I laid there for several minutes before finally shifting—which caused one of the jets to shoot a stream of water right between my legs.

  “Oh wow…” I swallowed hard and looked around like I had just been caught doing something really dirty.

  I was alone—and the jet really did feel good when it sprayed my pussy—especially after the dream I had. I shifted until I found the right spot and smiled when it started to send pleasure through my veins. I didn’t get to masturbate much at home. I shared a room with my sister, who was planning to live there until her boyfriend finally did pop the question. I had the freedom to do that in Greyson’s house—in the privacy of my own room at least.

  I guess it won’t hurt anything. Maybe it’ll get my mind off Greyson.

  That was a foolish thought, because when I slid my fingers down to my clit, he was the only thing I started thinking of. My inexperience probably played a big part in that. I was still a virgin—and no guy had even tried to take my cherry. I had crushes and went on a few dates, including the major events in high school like Homecoming and Prom, but there was no real spark with any of those guys. Greyson was just—different. He brought something to life inside of me that I had never really felt before. I would never have him—I wouldn’t even know how to try to make a move if I thought he was interested.

  A fantasy is all I have, so I might as well enjoy it.

  I imagined myself with Greyson—I imagined letting him catch me like he tried to do in my dream. Would he spank me, or did he have another reason for wanting to pull my panties down? Both options excited me. I didn’t want to be punished; I just wanted the playfulness I got the previous night. I’d call him old again if that’s what it took.

  My fingers massaged my clit while the water teased me. The combination was incredible. I imagined Greyson’s hands on my body—his lips against my skin—and then I felt a pressure start to build up inside me. It was going to be a big one. It had been weeks since I made myself cum. I rubbed my clit a little faster once the pressure started to build. It felt so good that I didn’t want it to end, but I needed the release. The pressure peaked along with the pleasure and then my body started to shake. I suppressed my moans. I was pretty sure I was alone in the house, but I didn’t want to risk it.

  Oh god, that feels so good!

  My orgasm made my pussy spasm, which felt a little odd with the water spraying it, but it was still pleasurable. Once it was over, I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the jets, but I shifted so that it wasn’t hitting me in the spot that made me cum. I let the afterglow mix with the warm water for about twenty minutes before I finally finished my bath and rinsed off with the shower. The evidence of my trip to paradise was washed away and I felt oddly refreshed. The edge had been taken off, which was exactly what I needed.

  Now I have to find something to do until Greyson gets home… At least the rest of my stuff will arrive today. I’ll have some more boxes to unpack.

  Four

  Greyson

  “Lauren, did Ricky make it to practice today?” I peeked my head out of my office. “I just got a news alert—someone posted an article about him.”

  “I saw it. If you would read your email, you’d see that I already sent you a synopsis.” She turned towards me and raised her eyebrows. “It’s nothing—just a fluff piece about the next game.”

  “Okay, good.” I nodded quickly. “Anything from the other clients? I swear, Ricky is the only one that we ever hear anything about.”

  “That’s because he’s the superstar.” Lauren chuckled. “None of your other clients are needy.”

  “At least we have Ricky so that we don’t get bored.” I exhaled sharply. “Meetings this afternoon?”

  “Again, check your email.” Lauren rolled her eyes. “You have one at noon and then you’re all done.”

  “Perfect, I might head home early.” I leaned against the door frame. “Do you think you can hold down the fort?”

  “I always do.” She nodded quickly. “Are you not able to leave your new roommate alone for a full day?”

  “Nah, that’s not it. The rest of her stuff is being delivered today, so she might need some help lugging it all upstairs.” I shrugged slightly.

  “I’m sure John would be happy to help, or you could just hire someone. I can take care of that if you want.” She tilted her head inquisitively.

  “I think I can handle it.” I looked down at my leg. “Even with my knee…”

  “At least you won’t have to worry about leaving her there alone next week. Classes start Monday.” Lauren leaned over and looked at her calendar. “She won’t be out of school until around two…”

  “You wrote down her schedule?” I smirked and nodded. “Of course you did, you’re the best.”

  “Remember that when it’s time for my annual review.” Lauren turned back towards her computer.

  You already make more than anyone else in your position—but, I’ll still give you a big one, because I would never be able to manage this place with you.

  I spent the rest of the day going through my emails—I really did need to be better at keeping up with them. Lauren filtered all of the stuff I didn’t need to read, but there was plenty that needed my attention. The main thing I was interested in was stars that were going to be needing an agent soon, and promising prospects coming out of high school. It would be nice to land the next Tom Brady or Ricky Bonds—I just needed to get to them first. I groaned when I realized that I had a black-tie dinner coming up. I didn’t like those. They were fun when I first came to Los Angeles because I got to meet lots of celebrities, but then I realized they were just regular people—and most of them were pretty boring. The ones that weren’t were into things I didn’t have any interest in—like staying out all night and doing lots of drugs.

  My meeting wasn’t very interesting at all, but my attendance was required. Thankfully, it was just a teleconference. The meeting was with a shoe company that was pitching a deal for one of my clients that was never going to be a superstar. That’s why he was getting a pitch from a shoe compa
ny I had never heard of instead of Nike. Either way, it was the first endorsement deal he had ever been offered, and we were going to sign the paperwork, even if the deal was trash. He needed the extra money, and I got a commission. If it was a bigger company, I would have negotiated for a better price—but then again, if it was a bigger company, they would have chosen someone else to wear their shoes. Two hours later, he was officially the face of Slick Kicks USA—whoever the fuck they were.

  “Alright, I’m heading home.” I walked out of my office and closed the door. “Anyone press the red button while I was in my meeting?”

  “No.” She shook her head back and forth. “I can check the security footage if you really want me to see what she’s up to.”

  “Nah, that’s okay.” I waved her off. “Don’t watch me while I shower—stalker.”

  “I only check them when you tell me to. I’m the best, remember?” She chuckled as I walked towards the elevator.

  I knew Lauren was telling the truth. I believed in trusting people, but I had a level of paranoia that I never really let go of—so of course, I checked the logs periodically to see if anyone had been looking at my security cameras. My paranoia was part of what drove my last serious girlfriend away—she said I was too possessive. I had been in a bit of a dry spell since then, because I really did love her—I just didn’t know how to turn off the core of who I was. Maybe the paranoia was going to be useful for something since I had an eighteen-year-old girl living with me that didn’t even know how to drive my car one time without breaking the rules I laid out for her.

  Maybe I need to start checking the security footage to see what she does all day when I’m away… No, that is probably crossing a line, even if it is my house. I did deactivate the one by her bedroom—right? Fuck… I need to do that as soon as I get home.

  I went into the room where the security cameras were and deactivated the one that was outside of her bedroom. It was something I had told myself to do before she moved in, but it completely slipped my mind. Once I made it to the main part of the house, I saw a stack of boxes near the living room. I assumed the thud I heard was one being dropped on the floor in her bedroom. I leaned down to pick up a box and Chrissy came walking down the stairs with a little bit of sweat on her brow and her hair tied up on a ponytail.