Dear Diary: Book 7 in the Love Daddy Series of Standalones

by Wyatt, Dani

I pull them out and bend over, my weight resting on my hands as I push my cock over her face.

  “I'm going to fuck your mouth now, baby. But, you have to catch my cock first. No hands…mouth only.”

  I watch as eagerness lights her eyes. She fights to trap my cock in her mouth as her hands clutch at the outsides of my thighs. I shift my hips, making her struggle, her tongue out, lips wide as she chases my dick around her face.

  “Keep going. You catch it and it’s yours to suck.”

  She fights for a long moment while I slap my shaft on her cheek, her neck, her nose.

  “Please…” she whimpers as I toy with her. “You’re going to poke my eye out with that thing.”

  I grip the base and slap her pink cheeks with it, back and forth, hard, as her mouth seeks its prize, playing a cruel game of monkey in the middle with her lapping tongue.

  “You like getting your face slapped with my cock, baby?”

  “Uh huh,” she mutters as I bring the hard length down onto her cheeks again and again.

  Tears squeeze out of the corners of her eyes, drifting down in tiny clear rivers into her dark hair and I take mercy on her. Holding the tip to her mouth, I push it between her eager lips, listening to her satisfied moan.

  The first hard consuming snugness of her mouth wrapped around my shaft makes me spasm. I clench my muscles and fuck her face. My cock head smacks the back of her throat, the gagging sound muffled under my body as my balls bounce off her chin.

  But she doesn’t stop. She knows how to lick me clean. A few minutes later, I give her some relief, drawing back, allowing her a long, slow breath as she smiles up at me.

  “Welcome home, Daddy,” she mewls like a temptress, then takes me back into her mouth, her tongue working in circles just under the tip, her lips tight, the suction strong as I bump up on another massive climax.

  I groan as another release rocks my body, spurt after spurt of my warm sticky seed filling her mouth. Watching her swallow is like arriving in paradise.

  “One more hole to go, sweet little one, and all of you will be mine.”

  Chapter 16

  Chastity

  Diary Entry Now at My Desk

  Dear Diary,

  What a week. It’s better than I imagined.

  Daddy is sweet, and loving and hard and demanding. I feel myself changing every day we are together.

  I stand taller. Don’t let people walk over me because I know he has my back. He moved all my stuff into his apartment as well. Let me put out anything I wanted wherever I wanted. I have to admit, living in his place is way more fun. We’ve been baking together too. He likes me naked when we do and it’s sort of fun. I wear a little apron and put on a show.

  Last night I made him lemon raspberry cupcakes and he spread the frosting all over my tits and licked it off. Then, I was a sticky mess so he gave me a bath. A dirty, Daddy sort of bath. Touching his little girl under the bubbles…

  I can’t stop thinking about him. I should be finishing up a presentation but I want him. I know he’s here. I think I’ll go surprise him. Then, cross my heart I’ll get my work done.

  Ta-ta for now Diary. Time for some Afternoon Delight! (I hope at least. Daddy can be mean.)

  xoxo

  * * *

  There’s a perpetual smile on my face these days. I listen to my heels click on the floor as I cross to the private door that leads to his office elevator.

  It’s been just over a week since he took me to his penthouse and there are so many wonderful secrets I keep.

  No one knows Jack is really the one who owns the company.

  No one knows he’s left my pussy raw and swollen from his urgent fucking day and night.

  No one knows I’ve got a large butt plug in my ass.

  No one knows I call him Daddy.

  Sometimes I wonder about why we are keeping things so secret, but Jack says it’s what is best for me right now and it’s my job to trust him. So, I’m trying.

  I flip my hair over my shoulder and my cheeks glow in anticipation as I walk down the marble hallway to the large door and press in the keycode that Jack gave me yesterday so I could have access to him and his office anytime.

  I exit the elevator and head down the hallway. When I reach his office, I punch in another code and the door lock clicks open.

  “Hi. Just checking in on you,” I announce marching in, all confidence and playful teasing. “Wondering if you’re missing me as much as I’m missing you.”

  I see he’s on the phone as I close the door behind me and pull the hem of my dress higher. I make sure to give him a little peek of the fact that I’m wearing no panties.

  “Just like Daddy likes.”

  He leans back in his seat, the phone to his ear and he holds a finger to his lips then points to the chair on the other side of his desk motioning for me to take a seat.

  I want to be close to him so instead of sitting down, I slide in the space between him and his desk and wiggle my butt on top. I spread my thighs and drag my dress up showing him my needy pussy.

  When he ignores me, I poke him in the chest and ask, “Don’t you want to play?”

  He turns his chair so he’s no longer looking at me then speaks into the receiver.

  “I’ll have my team get the purchase agreement written up and over to you by the end of the day. Glad we could come to terms. My head construction engineer will be in Houston end of the week to start surveying the property and getting our plans moving forward.” He wraps up the calls and hangs up giving me a stern look.

  “Did you not understand when I did this?” He puts his finger to his mouth. “Then this…” He points to the chair.

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. So, you understood, you just decided to do what you wanted and ignore me.” His voice is flat and my belly flips wondering what’s next. But instead of chastising me more, he changes the subject, “Are you enjoying the new plug?”

  Maybe he does want to play.

  I wink and roll my shoulders up and back then reply. “I think I’ll be ready for you tonight...”

  His brows lift as he continues to ignore what’s waiting for him at the top of my wide-open legs.

  “Are you enjoying the new plug, I asked,” he repeats.

  “Yes.” I answer, sliding a hand between my legs and running my fingers over the slippery flesh. I know he loves my scent. “I keep imagining what it will feel like when it’s you instead of the plug.”

  “Get your hands off your pussy. My pussy,” he barks, his eyes dark, brows drawing together.

  The harsh command startles me, and I do as he says, pulling my fingers from the warmth.

  “First off, you didn’t do as I asked when you came into the office. Second, you made me repeat myself. Third, I decide when you touch yourself. When you cum. That’s my home between your legs, and you’re trespassing. And, last but certainly not least, when you answer me, you say ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘No, Daddy’.”

  He looks angry, which makes me think I may have earned a punishment. I'm greedy for it though, so it’s not much of a punishment really.

  He grips his chin, he huge fingers covering his mouth for a moment before he runs his hand down his beard and speaks. “Tell me something.”

  “What?” I reach for his wrist, pulling his hand forward trying to get him to touch me.

  “Who does this belong to?” His tone is stern, as he keeps his fingers an inch from my aching pussy.

  I let go and he rests his hands over his chest entwining his fingers. Today he’s wearing a deep royal blue tie with tiny white dots and his black suit. He looks like a billionaire lumberjack hit man.

  “It belongs to you.”

  “And who decides when it gets to play?”

  “You do. Sorry, Daddy.”

  His eyes lighten, and I want to know that he is the one in control, that I can trust him to always know what’s right. I know sometimes I push to test him, to make sure he’ll always be consistent with me.

  �
��I love you, baby girl, but you have much to learn.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.” He sits up. “Spread those legs wider, hold your skirt up.” A thrill rushes through me as I do what he asks. But, instead of him kissing me, fingering me, he brings his open hand down hard then back up. Down again in a jolt, smacking my wet open flesh over and over.

  “Don’t you dare close your legs.” He orders reading my mind.

  Another hard smack and my inner muscles coil into a knot.

  “Oww.” I whine, more dramatic that is probably called for.

  “I’ll show you ow little one.”

  Another smack, way harder this time. One more and my pussy on fire. He stops, then turns to his computer, tapping a few keys on the keyboard as the flesh between my legs throbs.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “Please…can you let me suck your cock, or I’ll bend over and you can fuck me really quick?”

  “No.” He shakes his head. “Not right now.”

  I frown, starting to pout. “But I want you.”

  “And I’ve said no. What did I tell you about when I say no?”

  “Don’t make you repeat yourself.” I let out a grunt of annoyance, and that’s when his eyes shift catching mine. I squint back with a defiant glare, but the staring contest doesn’t last long and I lower my gaze.

  After a moment of silence, he finishes, and I hate the feeling he’s upset with me.

  “You need to get back to your work. You’ll have a punishment coming your way later.” Turning back to his screen, he falls silent, a slight frown behind his beard.

  I sit there on the desk, pussy aching and my heart hurting, watching his fingers move over the keys.

  When he keeps working, ignoring me, I stand and walk toward the office door, the butt plug inside me making me feel just how fucked I probably am.

  “Princess,” he says as I open the door, and I turn, hoping beyond hope that he’s changed his mind. “Make me proud.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I answer and close the door behind me as I go.

  I’ve been working hard, especially since I got promoted. At first, I wondered if it was just another gift, but everyone around me on my new team has made it clear they’re happy we’re working together.

  Back at my new desk in my new office, I work on a project I’ve been given, it’s a branding strategy for an up-and-coming online social media venture Westwood has just landed as a client.

  I work, talk with some co-workers, ask for a lot of advice from Beverly who heads our team and is now my official mentor. I have great ideas, but I’m nineteen and my experience in this sort of work environment has me way over my head and I can’t stand the idea of failing.

  Disappointing Jack even more.

  The day drags on without even a text from him and I’m getting more and more upset that I pushed him like I did. That I broke the rules.

  Any punishment he gives will never be as bad as knowing he’s disappointed with me.

  By the time the clock strikes five, I’m exhausted but satisfied that I worked hard and did my best as I make my way down through the office building and out the front door, to see Jack standing next to the car door, waiting for me.

  Without a word, I slide into the back. As soon as he’s settled beside me, the driver speeds down the road, and I stare out the window, my arms crossed.

  We ride in silence, both in the car and in the elevator up to his penthouse. When the doors open and we are inside, he finally speaks.

  “Get down on your knees.” His voice is low as he leans into the back of my neck, his breath warm, and I feel his enormous body behind me.

  I whirl around, the hours of silence making me defiant. My inner toddler is stomping her feet and overriding my better instincts to do as I’m told. “Maybe I don’t want to.”

  “Really?” Jack’s voice is deep but calm.

  For a moment, I stand there, but I know there is not a fight here to win so I fall to my knees as ordered.

  “Good girl. Take your dress off.”

  I swallow hard, the words good girl sending a thrill through my body as I yank the lime-green and white polka-dot dress over my head, leaving me in just my bra, my red pumps and the plug still inside my ass.

  When he pulls his belt out of its loops and places it on the kitchen counter, I shiver, imagining how the leather would feel leaving hot red marks across my rear end. The thought sends a rush of warmth to my pussy and my breath quickens.

  “Crawl to me on your hands and knees.”

  I fall onto my hands and knees, crawling in my bra and heels toward his long legs. When I am just in front of him, I finally look up.

  “Do you know why you are in trouble?”

  I nod. My pussy clenching tight, the butt plug feeling like it’s growing inside me.

  “Apologize to me. You will be punished, but your apology will be a factor in how unpleasant it will be.”

  Punishment.

  I win either way.

  I shift sitting back onto my heels and push my face onto his cock and balls. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I promise I won’t do it again.”

  Jack’s arms are crossed over his chest. I rub my face over his cock. Inhaling his masculine scent, I moan onto it. His cock is hard but I don’t dare ask for it right now. It’s a reward to be earned.

  Clutching the back of his thighs, I lower my head, looking at the pristine polish on his black leather dress shoes.

  A hand grips the back of my hair, and pulls me to my feet.

  I land over the kitchen counter on my belly with a thud, my ears ringing, my ass jutting out, my toes barely on the ground. His fingers dig through my ass crack and he twists the plug. I yelp in surprise, my cheek pressed to the cold marble island. A whimper breaks free of my chest when he pries the plug out, pain and pleasure zapping through me.

  A hard smack on my ass cheek makes me draw a sharp breath. He reaches over and grabs the belt, my skin flaming with anticipation, but I’m surprised when he slips the leather around my throat instead of it stinging against my ass.

  He tugs it tight through the buckle, just enough so that I have to concentrate to breathe as the sound of him opening a kitchen drawer with a clatter has my skin on fire. I wince as something smooth glides over my ass.

  “What’s that?” I twist my head, the thick leather making it hard to move, but I see Jack holding a plastic spoon with a long, thick handle, and a flat back.

  The spoon lands on the side of my ass with a hard smack, answering my question.

  It takes a moment for the burn to hit as he tugs the loose end of the belt. I hiss, taking in a desperate breath, trembling, my knees knocking together as the burn deepens and another smack lands on top.

  Then another. Harder this time.

  Adrenaline, desire and excitement swirl inside me as I wonder how much I can take.

  Whack.

  Whack.

  Two more direct blows have me dancing in place and understanding sometimes the punishment might not be as fun as I’d thought. The belt tightens, drawing oxygen now a struggle, my eyes feel pressure building behind them.

  “This is for being disrespectful this morning.”

  I moan as the spoon smacks me again, forcing the words out in a strained whisper. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

  I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back an orgasm. The pain twists into pleasure inside of me. Even as I want him to stop, I need him to keep going.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I repeat, the belt keeping my voice strained and choking.

  “Good girl. I’m glad you are sorry.”

  Five more smacks as I cry out, a gush of wetness dripping down my thighs, and just when I think he’ll never stop, he pushes the smooth handle of the spoon between my legs and strokes my aching pussy with it.

  I push my hips back, eager for the friction.

  He pulls it away, making me whine. “In case you are still uncle
ar, little girl, your orgasms are mine.”

  “Please, Daddy.”

  “Is it all mine?”

  “Yes.”

  “I call the shots over when you come, how hard you come.”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Then beg me.”

  “Please...” I pant, struggling for air as I speak. “I feel like I’ll die if I don’t come...”

  “Why did you act like a spoiled little girl in my office?” he demands.

  “Because…” I gasp as he toys with my pussy, rubbing it with the spoon and taking it away, then giving my clit a slap with the flat end. Again, and again. Tormenting me.

  “Because why? I’m waiting…”

  I grit my teeth, my face twists in need. My answer is a shrill scream, driven by lust and frustration. “I want to be with you. I want the world to know you’re mine too.”

  I want to ask him why we’re never around anyone else. Why it feels like he’s keeping us a secret. But I can barely think straight with the belt around my throat and my ass stinging, wondering what’s going to happen next.

  He doesn't touch my pussy with the spoon anymore. Doesn't stroke it. I twist my head to the side, feeling the edge of the leather dig in, and he's standing there, staring at me, licking his lips, his huge dick pressing out on his pants, but he looks so calm. Patient.

  That’s what true control looks like. I know that now.

  “I’ll try harder to be good, Daddy,” I say.

  “That’s all I want to hear.”

  “Now, pretty please, can I have my treat?”

  He narrows his eyes. “I’m not sure if you’ve earned it.”

  “Please, I’ve learned my lesson,” I beg.

  He pushes his hand between my legs and cups me so viciously I lift off the ground. “Who does this belong to?”

  I cry out as he begins to rub my clit in hard, sensational circles.

  “That feels so good, Daddy...” I bite my lip as he slides his finger over and over against my slippery little swollen nub.

  The long, hard handle of the spoon pokes at my opening then enters me. The sensation is so unexpected, I shudder.

  The penetrating handle fucks me. Faster and faster until I’m a begging mess.