“I'm not a robot, Lucky. Just a man.” He tangled his hand in my hair, pulled me closer and kissed me. His muscles rippled as he moved on top of me again. Biting. Kissing. Sucking. For the love of all things holy. I moaned into his mouth.
“Can we have sex, Sir?”
I immediately regretted the question and grabbed a pillow, throwing it across my heated cheeks which were probably blushing. Doc had little choice but to release his hold on my hair. He removed the soft cushion and clucked his tongue.
“Don't hide from me, little girl. You're asking for grown-up things, which is fine, but then you're shying away because you don't want to hear my answer,” he growled against my ear. “I'm not going to judge you, Lucky, and I'm not going to deny you anything unless it's outside of what we'll both enjoy. Is there a position you've wanted to try but haven't had a partner for, or are you asking for more orgasms?”
“I’ve always wanted to experience rougher sex but I was always afraid to say something.”
“What do you mean by rough? I’d rather you over-communicate with me than trust my telepathic skills.” He took my chin in his hand. “I have a feeling you don’t ask for much in the bedroom, but we're going to change that right now.”
“I’ve been with self-proclaimed Doms before who all but refused to take my wants or needs in the bedroom with any serious consideration.”
“I'd really like to line up those boys and give them a stern talking to.” He scoffed. “Being a Dom means taking lots of different things into consideration. If you’re calling yourself Daddy, there are even more things. Why are you bringing all this up now?”
“I don’t know. Daddy Drake helped me realize that some of the people in my life were not actually interested in the dynamic I’ve been seeking. I didn't mean to get into this, but it's been bothering me.”
“I can’t speak for what others in your past did or didn’t do, but sex with me is more than just smacking your ass and pulling your hair.”
“I like those things, but I've been missing something.” I bit down on my lip. “I've wanted more,” I whispered.
“Have you ever had sex with a sadist?”
Oh, what an interesting question. Did the men in my past who’d spanked me count as sadists? Possibly. What about that one who liked to suspend me upside down and keep me that way? Likely.
What about my last serious boyfriend, who’d enjoyed braiding my hair into the top of an anal hook and sending me to do chores? Surely, he was a sadist. Ironing work shirts at midnight with an anal hook tied into your hair so you could only move so far was torturous. On the flip side, the sex with ex-boyfriend had been off the charts. We had done things I'd never even thought of before, but had he been a sadist? It just meant turning immense pain into immense pleasure, or so I thought.
“Um. What exactly do you mean?”
“I’ll cuddle you, hug and kiss you but during a sex scene, there’s nothing soft and fluffy about my handling of your body. I’ll make your body sing with every stroke of my hand, but you’ll feel my touch for hours afterward. Sometimes I leave marks, but I’d never do anything to cause actual harm. If that scares you, then we don’t need to scene right now. We can play in other ways.”
“I-I’m fucking soaked.”
“I had a feeling you were going to say that.” Master Gabriel parted my legs and pushed two fingers inside my pussy, moving them in and out of me faster and faster. “Oh. You are dripping. Do you want me to keep going?”
“Have you ever made anyone call their safeword during sex?”
“What matters right now is if I make you call your safeword.” He stopped pumping his fingers and withdrew them. “Nothing else is important. Don't dodge my questions.”
“Do you routinely have sex at the Castle?”
“If you want to question my sex life or lack thereof, then we can go and sit at the table downstairs and drink tea.” He shifted slightly so I was forced to have my eyes on his. “Is that what you'd rather be doing?”
“No, Sir.” I glanced down the line of my body, looking at his gorgeous form. “No, I don't want to be anywhere rather than here.”
“Good. No more questions unless the question you are asking me is what position I want you in. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Doc captured my mouth in his, claiming me with his tongue. His free hand tangled into my still damp hair again, and he kept my head still. I was breathless from the intensity of his kisses. His free hand moved so that he could slip his fingers inside me again, and he located my G-spot easily, like he had a guided navigation system on the tips of his digits. Holy climax. I was going to come already.
“I can't breathe!”
“You’re breathing just fine.” He removed his fingers from my pussy and I let out a shuddering breath. I could breathe after all. “Get on all fours and turn around.”
Master Gabriel landed several hard slaps to the fullest part of my ass and I hurried to get into the position he requested. I heard him shuffling around in the drawers and the crinkling of a condom packet sounded over my shoulder.
I had filled out all the required items in my questionnaire, including information on any allergies and sexually transmitted diseases, as well as my required paperwork and whatnot, but I hadn't actually thought about having sex on the first night. Why had I been so eager to engage in actual sex with Doc? Had I been secretly longing for something else? What did I want instead of sex that I thought I could only achieve with sex?
“Where’s your head at, Lucky?” My hair was tugged sharply, pulling my neck up at an unnatural angle.
“My head is right here, Sir.”
“I told you to move closer to me and you didn’t respond, which means you’ve disappeared into your thoughts.”
“I've never asked anybody to have sex before so I'm wondering why I asked you.”
His hand moved from my hair to my throat and he squeezed. “Does figuring out why you’re asking for things sound like fun right now?”
“No, Sir.” I swallowed hard, loving the way his fingers wrapped around my neck. “It doesn’t sound like something I should ever be thinking about.”
“I didn’t think so. Move back a little so we’re both in a good position.”
I obeyed, and was rewarded with his thick, erect cock in my pussy. It somehow felt like it was made just for me, and I clenched around him. How could sex feel this good?
Doc pumped in and out of me while keeping his hand locked just under my chin. A little more pressure and I would have actual trouble breathing. This is so freaking hot. If he did make me pass out, he could then save my life. What a weird thought.
Was I getting overwhelmed again? Did he have normal sex when he was in a relationship with someone? When was the last time I’d even had sex?
“You've disappeared again, Lucky. Do I need to fuck you here—” His thumb pressed against the tightest ring of my body, “—in order to keep your attention?”
A bunch of sassy replies flitted through my head but none of them were useful. Instead, I shrugged. It didn't help my situation, and it certainly wasn't the answer Master Gabriel was looking for. Two stinging slaps bit the top of my thighs and I hissed.
“Verbal answer. Now.”
“I've never had anal sex. I don't want my backdoor explored roughly the first time, though the thought of having you there at some point turns me on. It's a soft limit, Sir.”
“I'm aware.”
Tears prickled behind my eyes and slipped down my cheeks. For crying out loud. Why can't I enjoy this?
Master Gabriel commanded my body in ways I couldn't even describe to another person if I tried, and yet I felt unfulfilled and upset. The tears fell harder and my shoulders sagged. What a terrible disappointment. I had my safeword. I had my colors. Why was it so hard for me to actually use those tools to tell Doc what was going through my stupid head?
“You've stopped answering again, Lucky. Where's your head at?”
I’d completely
missed his question or command. I couldn't even focus for a few minutes.
“Uh, well, nowhere good, Sir.”
His thumb pressed against my back hole again. “Elaborate.”
“Mascarpone.” It felt like I had shouted, but the stark reality was I had whispered my safeword and mumbled it at the same time. I'd never spoken it out loud other than to practice it.
Master Gabriel pulled himself out of my heat and the action nearly made me come despite the circumstances. “I heard you.”
“No, wait.” Back-pedaling, I turned around to face him. “Just ignore what I said.”
“No, Lucky. I don't work like that.”
“I'll listen!”
“It's not about you listening to me. No, this time it's about me navigating around your needs and paying attention to you.”
“I'll be good!” My voice reached a pitch I'd never heard before, and I sobbed.
“You're already being very, very good, Lucky.” Doc gathered me in his arms while I was naked and wailing out apologies.
“I'm so sorry.”
“You haven't done anything wrong. I'm not upset with you.”
“I should have never come to the Castle!”
“Do you really believe that statement?” He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair.
“Nah—no.” I gulped and wiped my eyes. “I'm really overwhelmed.”
“Let's get you ready for bed.” Master Gabriel cupped my cheek. “I'm proud of you for asking for what you wanted, and I'm proud of you for knowing when you hit your limit.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stared up into his gorgeous green eyes, my heart elated from his praise. He was proud of me! Somehow, what I had believed to be a setback in our time together, he saw as a step forward.
I wasn't sure how to explain it, but it actually made me look forward to tomorrow. I was opening up doors I'd never opened before, and asking for things that I wanted to explore. Whatever happened would be on my terms, and I would bring that confidence back home with me. This was shaping up to be a really great weekend after all.
Gabriel
I glanced down at her sleeping form, tucked under my arm with one of her legs in between mine. She looked so peaceful and content that I sighed. What had transpired between Lucky and me tonight had been deeper than any scene I'd previously engaged in.
Something had shifted between the two of us, and though it was forbidden for us to exchange contact information, perhaps I could get her to come back for the holidays.
I rubbed a hand across my face at the thought.
I shouldn't get attached to her, and yet all I wanted was to be her Daddy on a long-term basis. If I had been able to get her to break out of her shell just a tiny bit over the past few hours, I was sure I could get her to really bloom with a more intense relationship. She pressed closer to me, and I sighed again. It was going to be so hard to tell her goodbye after our weekend was over.
Chapter 6
I woke up with the most incredible smile on my face. I shifted onto my side but Doc was nowhere to be found. Confused, I got out of bed and found a note.
Take a quick shower. Don’t get dressed. I’ll be back soon. D.
Had he been called into work? What was up with his command not to get dressed?
Wondering about his motivations, I padded off to shower. It was the most luxurious shower I’d ever had the pleasure of taking, and I dawdled there far longer than I should have. The shampoo and conditioner smelled like vanilla and coconut, and the soap moisturized everything without feeling sticky afterwards.
Grumbling at the water as it went cool, I twirled the dials off and wrapped a towel around me.
Returning to the main part of the room, I saw Doc perched on the bed. “Good morning, Lucky. Is that your version of a quick shower, or did you get up late?”
“Good morning.” I grinned. “No, I stayed in there a long time because it was just so relaxing. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, everything is fine.” He patted the spot next to him and I joined him. “I was in Wardrobe finding a costume for you and then I grabbed us some breakfast. We have enough time to eat and get you dressed before I drop you off to color with your friends.”
I didn’t correct him and explain that I hadn't made any friends yet.
“What will you do while I’m there? It would be pretty boring to watch me color, anyhow.”
“Don’t worry about me, Lucky.” He kissed my cheek. “I'll pick you up, then we’ll go play like we talked about last night.”
The thought of playing a real scene with him caused little sparks of pleasure to zing through my body. I grinned. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Let’s get some clothes on you.”
I nodded and assisted as he got me into a beautiful, royal-blue colored dress. My panties were frilly again but they were sky blue, along with pretty ruffled socks and my Mary Jane shoes. He brushed my hair and twisted it into one long thick braid, tying it with a ribbon the same deep blue color. He finished the look by tightening a gorgeous light-blue apron around me.
He smiled as he admired my outfit and it melted my heart into a pile of goo as I watched him in the mirror. Master Gabriel really was a natural Daddy.
“You’re really good at being a Daddy,” I whispered.
“Thank you, Lucky.” He beamed at me and picked me up, my legs supported by one of his arms. It was similar to how the head of security had lifted me, but different.
“I know how to walk.” I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “I'm not a baby.”
“Hm. I was going to carry you over to the food, but it sounds like you need an adjustment before breakfast.”
“No, I don't.” I bit my lip. His mind was already set as he placed me down on my feet and bent me over the bed. “Daddy!” I wailed. “Now I won't get to color as long!”
“You shouldn't have gotten snarky with me and forgotten my title, little girl. If it pleases me to carry you around the entire weekend, I will.”
“I'm sorry, Daddy.”
“Yes, you're about to be.” He flipped the hem of my skirt up and landed several hard blows to each of my bottom cheeks. His palm danced across the expanse of my behind over and over again. Doc paused while he rubbed along the lowest curves. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I'm not a baby,” I insisted with a whine, sounding much younger. “I really can walk.”
“Not the answer I wanted to hear.” Off came my panties, and I whimpered. Doc sat down, pulling me over his lap with one smooth motion. He slapped the crease where my buttocks and thighs met. It stung badly and I kicked out my legs.
“Ouch!”
He continued spanking me, targeting my thighs the most, followed by the roundest part of my behind. My burning globes ached from the attention and I babbled out one apology after another.
“What, sweetheart?”
“I'm really sorry, Daddy! If you want to carry me around all weekend, you totally can!”
My younger mindset was fully present ever since Doc had gotten me dressed. I was ready for this punishment to end so I could eat a yummy breakfast and color beautiful pictures.
“Yes, and I might do that.” He slid my ruffled panties back into place and smoothed my silky dress over my butt. Doc flipped me around so he could tap my nose and kiss it. “You sound like you're in a much more agreeable mood, little girl. A warm bottom did wonders for you.”
I said nothing. Nope. If I opened my mouth, a tiny leftover bit of attitude would sneak out, and I really wanted to color.
“Do you have anything else to say?”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I sniffled. “Can we eat now?”
“Yes, Lucky.”
He stood up and scooped me up. I rested my head on his shoulder. I had wanted this outcome from the start. I loved being carried around, even though I hated to admit it, and even though I didn't want to be punished so early in the day, I needed it just as much as anything else.
Luciana
I admired the gorgeous pictures laid out in a half circle around me. Coloring melted so many stresses away from me, I needed to explore this side of me more often, with or without a Daddy. All sorts of wonderful takeaways had been happening in a short span of time. More self-care. More Little time. More confidence to ask for the things I needed.
I hummed while I finished up the last one, so completely relaxed, which was an unusual state of mind and body for me.
Someone tapped the corner of one of my creations.
“You colored beautifully, Lucky. Did you have fun?”
“Yes, Daddy, I did.” I beamed up at Daddy Gabriel, who had knelt down to study my pictures. “I had so much fun! Will I have time to do this tomorrow?”
“You might. Did you bring any coloring books with you?”
“No, but maybe I could borrow one?”
He grinned at me and helped me to my feet, gathering the coloring pages as we both stood.
“I'll ask on our way out.” He squeezed my hand. “Come on. We've got more fun things to do today.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I practically skipped along behind him. We were going to the medical wing after this, but for the first time ever, those wicked butterflies in my stomach brought excitement.
My Little side waned with every step toward the exit door, and I couldn't wait for Master Gabriel to touch me in the naughtiest of ways.
Chapter 7
Luciana
M y legs were splayed open and my bare feet were strapped into a pair of stirrups. I was strangely comfortable in this position, as none of my muscles were strained. I wore a flimsy hospital style gown and it left little to the imagination.
Tugging at the leather straps was like tugging at steel. They were thick, thicker than any restraint I'd ever seen before, resembling the old-school straps from early mental institutions.
Nothing short of Master Gabriel unbuckling the straps would free me.
I looked down the length of my body and stared at the gorgeous man at the end of the exam table. I fully expected him to be wearing a crisp lab coat but instead he had on black elbow length gloves and a black apron, looking more like a mad-scientist than a kinky doctor.
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