Once Upon a Daddy: A Romance Anthology

by Kelli Callahan

  “Ye feel so fucking good…” Declan growled into my ear, and that primal lust made my whole body shake. “Yer going to come for me, aren’t ye?”

  “Yes Daddy!” I dug my nails into his back and squealed.

  The orgasm didn’t take long. There was too much desire churning inside of me and the spanking brought me so close the edge I was surprised I didn’t erupt the instant he was inside me. I clung to him for dear life and bounced on his thrusts until my shaking body couldn’t take anymore. The pressure swelled inside me and then it popped like a balloon. My pussy spasmed on his length and the bliss of his cock hammering my g-spot made me squeal with pleasure. The orgasm started to fade, and I still needed more. I tried to pick up the pace as I chased another release. Declan started to throb inside me. He was getting close too, but I wouldn’t be satisfied with just one primal release from his thick cock. I wanted so much more.

  “Come inside me, Daddy.” I dug my nails in a little deeper. “Then keep fucking me—just keep fucking me!”

  “Oh god!” Declan exhaled into my ear, and I felt his cock pulsate.

  The pressure built for the second time. It was met by Declan’s throbbing cock. He slammed into me until I was on the edge of ultimate bliss, and then I tumbled into euphoria. I felt him begin to pulsate harder, then he roared as his lust tasted mine. My pussy spasmed on him as the orgasm seized control. I felt the first explosion of his seed like a cannon—then thick ropes of lust filled me while my orgasm tried to milk him dry. My muscles started to get weak, but I wanted to keep going. I tried to use my arms to push through the soreness and lift my body. Declan grabbed my ass with both hands, lifted me slightly and then started hammering me as hard as he could with quick upward thrusts.

  “Oh fuck!” I threw my head back and melted into the moment—he was doing all the work and it felt amazing.

  Declan seemed to be driven into a frenzy like a wild beast that was getting his first taste of what he truly craved. There was no stopping his fury. He slammed his cock into my pussy until my third orgasm was ripped from my soul. That still wasn’t enough to satiate his hunger—he finally had the same gnaw inside him that was clawing at me. The third orgasm barely started when the pressure built towards the fourth. I saw stars—constellations even—all of them were reflections of Declan’s bluish-gray eyes—eyes that had become filled with obsessive desire. My third and fourth orgasm stacked on top of each other—they sapped my strength until I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

  “I can’t get enough of yer pussy—feels like heaven.” Declan threw his head back and roared as he started to unload inside me again.

  “Yes! Fuck me!” I screamed as another orgasm built on the fragments of the previous ones.

  Declan kept thrusting until my final orgasm was complete. I knew I didn’t have another one in me. I didn’t even know how to force my eyes open. I simply collapsed into his arms with his cock still buried inside me. He was drained too. His head fell back against the couch, and he didn’t even have the strength to lift an arm to hold me. We stayed in that position for nearly thirty minutes before he finally shifted on the couch, and I sank into his arms as he stretched out. We slept for what felt like an eternity. It was the darkest slumber I had ever experienced—one brought on by the emotional release mixed with physical exhaustion.

  A few hours later

  “Is it—morning?” My eyes parted slightly, and I blinked a couple of times.

  “We didn’t sleep through the whole night.” Declan smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. “A few hours at most.”

  “I probably could.” I snuggled against his chest. “This feels so comfortable.”

  “Aye, it does.” He nodded and his hand slid down to my ass. “How about this—still sore?”

  “A little.” I moved my hips in a circular motion and rubbed my ass against his hand. “You didn’t hurt me though.”

  “I’m starting to think it would take an awful lot to actually hurt ye.” He chuckled under his breath. “There’s more to it than—just liking it, isn’t there?”

  “There is…” I nodded.

  I guess he can sense it too.

  Declan didn’t ask any questions, which was probably for the best. I didn’t know how to talk about it—nor was I sure that I could easily put my thoughts into words he could understand. The secret about what really happened at school was more complex, even if the story I told wasn’t a complete lie. I didn’t like the gnaw of dishonesty that ate at me, but what he said about honesty scared me. I needed him too much to let that mistake damage what we had, and I didn’t realize it would turn into something more. The story I told was enough to make my parents disown me—and that was the soft version.

  “I really don’t want to cook anything.” Declan changed the subject—which I appreciated.

  “We could order out.” I lifted myself off his chest. “I certainly don’t feel like cooking.”

  “Ye might burn the kitchen down too.” He chuckled under his breath. “Okay, delivery it is.”

  Declan got a menu so we could order some Chinese food, and I spent entirely too long trying to figure out what I wanted. It wasn’t exactly commonplace in my household, and I didn’t know what most of the options were. I finally settled on Sesame Chicken and he decided to order General Tso. Eggrolls and rice came with them both. We cuddled on the couch while we waited for the food to arrive. It was nice to be in his arms. I didn’t associate the little things like that with a relationship. I was just clinging to the need to feel wanted when I sought it out at school. I didn’t realize how intimate and special it could truly be. It was the true missing piece in my life and I finally had it.

  “I hear a car. The food must be here.” Declan sat up and removed his arm from my shoulder.

  “I’ll set the table.” I nodded and stood.

  “Just a couple of forks. We can eat out of the box.” Declan hopped up and walked towards the door.

  “Sounds good.” I went into the kitchen, grabbed two forks and two beers—they were already on the table when Declan walked into the dining room with our food.

  “Beer?” He raised an eyebrow as he put the bag of food down.

  “You don’t want one tonight?” I tilted my head slightly.

  “Well, I do—but why do ye have one?” He narrowed his eyes. “If I’m supposed to be yer Daddy, I can’t really let ye drink beer, now can I?”

  “What happened to you being nineteen once?” I tilted my head in the opposite direction.

  “It’s different if I’m yer Daddy.” He shrugged slightly.

  “Does that mean I can’t go outside with you anymore either?” I felt slightly annoyed but didn’t let my tone reflect it.

  “Aye, it does.” He nodded. “If a drop of alcohol or a wisp of smoke touches those lips, yer gonna be over my knee with yer panties around yer ankles.”

  That wasn’t really what I was asking for when I said I wanted to call him Daddy…

  “Fine.” I rolled my eyes and grabbed the beer. “Guess I’m having soda tonight.”

  “Aye, and if ye roll those eyes one more time—as pretty as they are—yer going to bed without any supper.” He chuckled, but his tone was firm enough for me to believe that he might not be joking. “There’s a reason ye don’t see many sassy lasses in Scotland.”

  He’s definitely taking it further than I expected…

  “Why? They get spanked into submission?” I walked back in with a soda and sat down.

  “Most of them—unless they can’t be tamed.” He sat down across from me.

  “What happens to those girls?” I reached over and picked up my Sesame Chicken.

  “They bury their husbands in the backyard and spend the rest of their days alone.” He winked at me.

  “I think you’re just screwing with me—you make it sound like Scotland is still a wild frontier.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “It’s wild alright.” He nodded. “Maybe I’ll take ye there sometime—
show ye that I ain’t joking.”

  That still sounds a little far-fetched.

  I ate my food and watched him drink his beer with a little disdain creeping up. It wasn’t like I had ever drank much to begin with and going outside wasn’t a huge loss since I didn’t enjoy it unless I was drinking, but it was the fact he just took it away from me—that was what left me feeling perturbed. I wanted him to be my Daddy in the bedroom—not all the time. Declan represented freedom from the restrictive vise that had been placed on my life. I needed that freedom as much as I needed the firmness of his touch when we were together. I wasn’t sure how I was going to find the middle ground if he was taking his new role so seriously.

  At least I know how to get a spanking if I want one.

  “That was good.” Declan put his box of General Tso down on the table and reached for his beer.

  “Yes, it definitely was.” I nodded in agreement. “I guess it’s about time for me to get going.”

  “Get going? What do ye mean, lass?” He tilted his head slightly.

  “I need to get a good night’s sleep if I’m going to be here bright and early to help you with the house.” I leaned back in my chair. “My car is fixed…”

  “Aye, it is, but ye don’t think I’m going to just let ye go home do ye?” He shook his head back and forth. “I think a naughty lass like ye needs to stay here where I can keep an eye on ye.”

  “You—want me to move in?” I blinked in surprise.

  “I’m sure ye have a lease for yer apartment, so ye might as well keep it until that’s done, but I’d rather have ye in my bed than yer own.” He nodded quickly.

  I guess I’m staying then…

  Eleven

  Declan

  I got the impression Madie didn’t like it when I told her she couldn’t smoke or drink if I was going to be her Daddy. I wasn’t sure what she was looking for exactly. It was new territory for me to navigate as well, especially since it was so complex. I cared about her too much to just push her away. There was something burning in her eyes when she called me Daddy after she got her second spanking. It was weird to admit, even to myself, that it kind of turned me too. Maybe it was the control—being the one to wield it so freely after experiencing the different side of a relationship with my ex-wife. It was easy to separate what I had with Madie from the other aspects of my life. We had a bubble to exist in where nothing else mattered. Things that were taboo and forbidden belonged to us inside it. The rest of the world didn’t exist in the safety of the space we created to let our strange passion flourish.

  “Well, if I’m staying—then do you want to watch a movie?” Madie gathered up the stuff from the table and carried it into the kitchen.

  “I’d rather watch something else…” I followed her and stood in the door of the kitchen. “Those jeans sliding down yer hips as you crawl into bed.”

  “You didn’t get enough earlier?” She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned.

  “Not at all.” I walked over and wrapped my arms around her waist. “Besides, if we get to bed now, we might make it up in time to actually work on the house tomorrow.”

  “That’s a good point.” Madie nodded. “Okay, you’ve convinced me.”

  I left a long kiss on Madie’s lips before I took her hand and led her upstairs. She gave me the show I really wanted to see—slowly removing her clothes as she climbed into bed. There was just something sexy about watching her undress and it made my cock throb. I would have made her come for me too, if I wasn’t already so hard that I couldn’t wait. I stripped off my clothes and sank between her thighs. I was pretty sure it was going to be another marathon, because her pussy felt so good that I just couldn’t stop until I was physically exhausted.

  “Nice and wet for me.” I rubbed my finger against the entrance of her pussy and stroked my cock.

  “Just the way you like me, Daddy.” She bit down her bottom lip and grinned.

  “Aye.” I nodded and started to push my cock inside her.

  My cock went deep after a few thrusts. I saw the pleasure unfold on her face once I slammed into her g-spot. She certainly loved that. It felt really good, but the best part was feeling her come while I was deep inside her pussy. Her whole body shook, and the spasms were enough to make me come harder than ever before. I was already anticipating that once I got going and picked up the pace. The faster I was able to make her come, the faster I would feel them—then we could do it all over again. She could call me Daddy as much as she wanted if that was my reward when we crawled into bed together.

  “Tell me that I belong to you…” she purred and exhaled sharply in my ear. “I need to hear it.”

  “Yer mine—always will be.” I slid my hands up her arms until our hands were locked together. “To claim anytime that I want.”

  “Yes…” She moaned and I felt a twinge of a spasm on my shaft. “Keep saying that—tell me how much you want me.”

  She needs the dominance right now—fine, I’ll give it to her.

  “Yer body belongs to me.” I leaned forward and growled into her ear. “Yer pussy is mine to fuck whenever I desire it—and I’m gonna desire it often.”

  “Oh god!” She moaned louder.

  “If I tell ye to spread yer legs, ye will. If I tell ye to open yer mouth, there will be a smile before ye swallow my cock.” My tone got firmer, and I accentuated every word with a hard thrust that made the bed shake.

  “Yes Daddy—anything you want,” she purred into my ear and whimpered with every hard thrust. “Tell me what happens if I’m bad…”

  “Ye won’t be bad—because ye already know.” I gave her several more hard thrusts and pinned her hands to the bed so that she couldn’t move. “Yer ass will get blistered red—ye won’t be a naughty lass because ye know Daddy ain’t kidding around.”

  “God yes! I’m gonna come!” Her body started to shake.

  I kept her pinned to the bed as I drove my cock into her pussy. I felt the orgasm begin and the pressure in my balls was incredible. Her mouth opened and she squealed when the spasms started. They felt too good for me to hold back. I drove my dick deep inside her and kept it there while she erupted. The cum surged from my balls immediately and filled her. Once the first thick rope of my manhood was inside her, I started thrusting with more vigor. I wanted to make her come again before I was done. It only took a few thrusts for the second one to seize her body. I kept fucking her until my balls were empty and she stopped shaking.

  “That was amazing…” She exhaled sharply in my ear. “I love how open you are to this—you said exactly what I needed to hear.”

  “It’s what ye need—maybe what I need too.” I smiled and withdrew my cock from her pussy. “Now for a break—then round two.”

  “Round two for you maybe…” She grinned and slid into my arms as I lay down beside her. “I’ll be on round three the next time you come—maybe round four.”

  “I definitely won’t be able to catch up with you.” I chuckled and kissed her forehead.

  The next morning

  Our passion burned several more times before exhaustion set in. We started early enough to get some sleep, but I woke up first. I wanted to nudge her awake, but she was so damn beautiful that it was a shame to wake up an angel. I lay awake for nearly an hour before she finally woke up. She didn’t say anything at first. She just got closer and sank into my arms. Waking up next to her every morning was going to be interesting—and it was going to be really hard to convince myself that I needed to get out of bed and start working on the house.

  “We should probably get started…” I sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

  “Yeah—I just like being here right now.” She pulled my arm closer to her body. “I do need to leave for a little while this afternoon.”

  “I guess you need to get a few more things from yer apartment?” I tilted my head slightly.

  “I do.” She nodded. “And I made a doctor’s appointment for this afternoon.”

  “Everythi
ng okay? Yer knee—is fine, right? Ye don’t seem sick.” I blinked a couple of times in surprise.

  “I’ve been kind of hesitant to bring this up.” She sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin the moment—but, I was a virgin.”

  “Aye, I’m aware of that.” I nodded quickly.

  “I wasn’t on birth control, and you—haven’t worn protection. You said you haven’t been with anyone since your divorce; so I’m not worried about an STD or anything—but, I’m not sure either of us are wanting a surprise baby right now.” She looked up at me and swallowed hard.

  “A surprise bairn would certainly complicate things.” I nodded. “But that’s not going to happen.”

  “It’s not?” Her eyes reflected a hint of confusion. “Why?”

  “Snip snip.” I held up my fingers and made the motion in the air. “My ex-wife didn’t want another baby after Anna was born, so—I honored her request.”

  “Hold on.” Madie sat up suddenly. “She made you get a damn vasectomy?”

  “It’s not castration. Everything still works—as ye well know, but there are no more bairns in my future.” I shrugged. “I wouldn’t have done anything with ye without protection if I thought there was a chance of a bairn ye didn’t want.”

  “I might…” She looked down at the bed. “One day…”

  “I know it isn’t something we’ve discussed.” I took her hand. “But I’m almost thirty-seven years old—a little late to be starting a second family.”

  “Not if you want it.” She shook her head back and forth. “Is the procedure reversible?

  “Aye, it’s not a guarantee, but it’s certainly possible.” I nodded quickly. “The doctor said I was having it rather young, so the chances would be better.”