Daddy Issues

by Wyatt, Dani

  Always tell Daddy if you break the rules.

  Take your punishments like a good girl. Because you are Daddy’s good girl.

  As we love and grow together, rules may change, rules may be added—always at Daddy’s discretion.

  When she’s done, she holds the paper in her trembling fingers, staring down at it.

  Her ass is soft on the raging hardness under my pants. I didn’t think it possible, but I want her more than ever. I need to taste her and own her with my body.

  “Here.” I take the papers from her hands and set them next to us on the sofa. “Now, look at me.”

  Her eyes come to mine, a small smile teasing her lips as I wrap my fingers behind her neck and pull her forehead to my lips for a soft kiss before releasing her.

  “So, you understand the rules?”

  “Yes.”

  “How does that make you feel?” This is the moment of truth. What she says now will make or break me.

  Chapter Four

  LEXI

  THERE IS A SENSATION that I’m floating. Rueger has me secure on his lap, one hand gripping the back of my neck and his other sending wild vibrations up my leg.

  Reading the rules sent me into this place where I am now, where I feel disconnected from everything else in the world except for him and where our bodies are touching.

  “I feel...” He’s asked me a direct question, and more than anything right now, I don’t want to break a rule.

  Disappoint him. But my head is spinning, my body feels weightless, and I’m having a hard time forming clear thoughts, so I blurt something out. “I feel...little.”

  Immediately the pressure from Rueger’s grip on the back of my neck tightens again. I see his beard flex from the hard set of his jaw. The hard-on that’s been pressing into my ass since I sat on his lap, I swear, thickens and hardens even more.

  His eyes turn nearly black, and heat engulfs me from my face to my feet in an inferno. I’ve never felt anything like this; it’s as though we both just had a revelation. A visceral reaction to my single word.

  Little.

  “You are my sweet little babygirl. You know who you are, don’t you?”

  I nod as the hand he held at my ankle begins an upward movement. Fingertips light and grazing up the inside of my calf. Moving up. My knee.

  The inside of my thigh.

  I can’t breathe.

  Without thinking, I open my legs a bit. Wanting more and willing to take whatever he offers.

  His breathing speeds up, his chest moving up and down under me as the iron grip on the back of my neck holds me firmly in place.

  “Yes,” I whisper, answering his question as I melt into the moment.

  His fingers pause on my tingling skin. Lust invades every cell in my body. I want to exist for him to do this. To touch me and use me for his needs. To be his plaything.

  His mouth comes to mine. The warm wetness of his tongue opens my lips as his beard rasps on my skin. He kisses me solid and deep. There is no hesitation; he takes the kiss from me and leaves me breathless.

  Our mouths open to each other, tongues winding, and little whimpers catch and release in my throat. When our kiss seems ready to knock us over into something more, Rueger pulls back.

  “Do you want Daddy’s fingers to go higher?” His sapphire blue eyes lock on to mine.

  I inhale sharply as he moves them up just an inch. Teasing me as my legs fall open and I nearly topple over into an orgasm from his words and the longing I see burning in his eyes.

  “Yes, please, Daddy.” The words flow out of me so naturally, it heightens my arousal to nearly unbearable levels.

  I’m shaking. Quivering here on his lap with the hardness of him under me and his eyes and fingers feeling like they are connecting to my very soul.

  Before I can take my next breath, he’s got me up and off his lap. Placing me onto the center cushion of the sofa and standing before me, taking off his shirt in one fluid motion and tossing it onto the armchair to our left.

  The sight of his massive body turns me to jelly. I’ve imagined how he looked under his suits and T-shirts. But the reality is a thousand times better than any of my fantasies. His muscles are taut. Deep valleys run between them, and he bridges that perfect balance between thick and bulk. He’s a man. My belly twists, and all the muscles in my core lock down.

  My panties are soaking. I feel the heat between my legs as he stands there silently regarding me for a long moment.

  When he does speak, I’m helpless, willing to give him whatever he needs, hoping beyond hope he will give me what I need.

  “Baby, lift up your skirt and open your legs for Daddy. I want to see if you are wet for me. Show Daddy how much you want him.”

  I do as he asks, my fingers shaking but moving the white fabric of my skirt upward until the cooler hair hits my skin and I feel it chill the soaking fabric between my legs.

  I open them, watching as his brow knits together and the tendons in his forearms shift under his skin. The hair on his arms moves with the muscles underneath. My eyes manage to fight their way to his face, hoping I will see that he is pleased. But what I see make me shiver.

  “Do you think I can see how wet your panties are like that?” His voice turns dark, hard, and instead of igniting fear in me, I’m more aroused than ever.

  “I thought so,” I manage to squeak out.

  “Get your fucking heels up on that sofa. Scoot your ass down a little and spread your legs properly for Daddy. What you have right there is mine now, and when I want it on display, you give it to me. Make sure I can see it. You understand what I mean, Babygirl?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I do as he says. Wiggling lower on the sofa, raising my feet so my heels dig into the soft cushion, I open myself wide, my knees falling to the sides as my hands still hold on to the fabric of my skirt.

  Then I see it in his eyes before I hear it. Words I didn’t know meant so much to me.

  “Good girl.”

  Rivers of tears spring from my eyes, and I note an even deeper sense of pleasure from him at my emotional response. This sort of connection with another human being is something I didn’t know could exist. I knew from the first time I met Rueger there was a deep draw toward him, but honestly, I thought it was just me.

  I mean, look at him. He’s every woman’s version of lumberjack bad boy turned successful millionaire.

  He lets me sit there for what feels like an eternity. The afternoon light is dimming, and what’s left is throwing shadows across his bare torso, accentuating the look of a carved statue.

  The waiting is only fueling my need. It’s building like a pressure cooker, and if he leaned down and touched me right now, I’m sure he would throw me into the deepest orgasm of my life.

  “I’m not going to fuck you today, Lexi. But I am going to taste you. Put my fingers inside you. And then, if you’ve been a very, very good girl and come a few times for Daddy, you know what I’m going to let you do?”

  He uncrosses his arms finally and steps forward. My voice catches in my throat, but I concentrate and force my answer out. “No, Daddy.”

  His massive hand comes down to rest on my open knees, spreading them farther. My sightline lands on the clear outline of a hard cock that is bigger than I thought possible.

  “Daddy’s going to let you kiss his cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? Let you take it into your mouth. Then, and only then—if you do everything just as I ask. You suck me just right. I’m going to come down your throat. You’ll swallow every drop then you will thank me.”

  My hips come up and off the sofa at his words, jerking and twitching with a need so deep I think I will die if he doesn’t touch me soon. I nod and pray for forgiveness. I don’t even believe in God really, but right now, I feel like he is my God. His eyes bore into me, and I would do anything he says right now if only he will relieve me of this gripping need.

  He drops to his knees, rough palms sliding down the sensitive flesh inside my thighs
until they stop right at the little soft part inside my legs, just before the elastic of my panties grips on either side of my pussy.

  “I do like these panties.”

  His thumbs begin to graze over the wet fabric, sending me into a quick orgasm that has me shaking and throwing my head back.

  I hear a low rumble of laughter come from him as I steady my breathing and look into his face.

  He’s smiling, and a gush of moisture comes out of me.

  “Daddy’s going to move these panties aside, Babygirl. He needs his first taste of you. I can smell you from here. How much you want Daddy to kiss you here. Such a good girl, coming for me already. I can’t wait to swallow it all.”

  The next moment, I’m gasping for air, and my hands fly to the back of his head.

  My panties are pulled aside, and his mouth takes me open and hard. I feel the hair from his beard on my outer lips. Then his tongue slides up inside me farther than I ever could have imagined. My hips take on a life of their own as a calloused thumb circles my clit and his tongue begins to fuck in and out of me without mercy.

  I’m so close when he stops, kissing his way up my outer lips, then looking up at me.

  “You need to come on Daddy’s face now, princess. It’s what I need. It’s what will make me happy, and it’s your job to make me happy.”

  The sensations overwhelm me as his mouth comes back down onto me. Tongue flicking and lips sucking my clit until I am utterly unbound. I’m screaming into the ceiling and tearing at his hair, but he’s relentless. He eats me until I’m unable to form words or thoughts. One orgasm layering on top of the next until I’m panting and helpless.

  I’m still trying to regroup when I focus to see him stripping off his jeans. Working the button-fly down, and I’m rapt.

  The next minute, he’s naked in front of me, and I see all of him for the first time. Fear and desire flood me. His huge erection is outstretched, looking nearly painful how the skin is shiny and tight.

  “You were a good girl. You filled Daddy’s mouth with your cum. Now, it’s your turn. Sit up.” Looking at his face, I see my wetness glistening in his beard. His tongue comes out to lick his lips, and he lets out a low groan, tasting what I’ve left there for him.

  He centers himself in front of me as I struggle to do as he says. My muscles don’t want to respond; everything feels like jelly, but I manage to get myself sitting up. His cock head is slick already, and I see drops of fluid seeping out of the tip.

  “I want you first to just kiss it. Show me how much you love Daddy’s cock.”

  He reaches down and grabs my hands, bringing them to the base of his shaft, then stands back up.

  I’m frozen. Not in fear, but I’m mesmerized. I’ve never really looked at a man before. Not like this. With Rueger, my inhibitions fly away because I’m not in control. I am here to do as I’m told, and that relieves me of any embarrassment. It’s as though what we are doing is so right. So perfect and I want to please him.

  My hands tighten around the steel shaft. The skin so soft over something so hard as I lean forward and gladly follow his instructions. Kissing those drops of liquid and feeling the first taste of them soar through me.

  I kiss and kiss, down the underside to where his balls hang thick and heavy, then up the side, running my tongue along a vein that threatens to burst through the skin.

  When I hear him moan and his hands move to the back of my head, I’m in heaven. Connected to him like this is more than just sex. It’s making us whole. Giving myself to him.

  “Open your mouth, baby. Take Daddy slowly. I want to feel every inch, enjoy every second...as much as you can take today princess, just try. We will practice. I know I’m more than you can take. Try so hard for Daddy.”

  His words send my body nearly into orgasmic convulsion as I get the head of his cock spit-slick then begin sliding him over my tongue. Working my way down as he increases the pressure on the back of my head.

  “Good girl. Such a good girl.” His voice is low, pulling out of his chest on a low groan.

  He hits the back of my throat, but I don’t stop, taking him deep and holding him there. Tears burn my eyes as my body begs for air, but right now, I’d choose making him happy over breathing.

  “Fuck.” The word falls out of him, and I’m joyful. It’s the sound of a man engulfed in pleasure, and I’m the one doing that for him. For Daddy.

  I slip him slowly back out, desperate for air, then do that a few more times as he begins to flex forward with my movements, fingertips tangling in my hair.

  When I get to the head of his throbbing cock, I stop, kissing the tip and looking up. At the loss of my mouth, he looks down. At that moment, I know exactly who I am. What I’m meant to be for this man.

  “Daddy.” The words that come shock me and yet feel perfect. “I’m trying so hard to be a good girl. Are you going to give me my reward?”

  “Jesus Christ.”

  I devour him, turning into someone I barely know as he fucks in and out of my mouth a few more strokes before hardening to another level between my lips.

  “Take it, Babygirl. Take it all for Daddy.”

  He holds my head and fucks deep into my throat, cutting off my air. The head of his cock grows, and then I feel the first hot jet of cum spray.

  “Fuck yes. Goddamn, my sweet little princess. Swallow it all. Swallow like a good girl.”

  “ARE YOU HAPPY, PRINCESS?”

  Daddy tucks me in to bed, patting me on the head and placing the stuffed sloth he just gave me under the covers with me. I am happy, but I’m also sad because he’s leaving.

  “No.” I pout.

  “I’ll be back. Daddy has some important business to tend to before morning. While you sleep, I’ll do what I need to do. Then tomorrow, you know we have something very special we are going to do together. You are going to make Daddy so happy again.”

  “Fine,” I manage. It’s shocking even to me how quickly I’ve fallen into this part of me. This little girl that comes out with Rueger. A part of me that feels so natural around him.

  “Now, be a good girl. No pouting. Sleep. You need your sleep.”

  After a bath, Rueger and I snuggled in his bed for a couple hours. He even brushed my hair. Made sure I drank a bottle of water, and then he ate my pussy again until my legs shook and I forgot my own name.

  He also made sure I texted Heather to let her know I was all right. When she asked where I was and I told her, the only reply I got from her was a drooling emoji.

  Now he has to go do some important work, and although I’m exhausted, I don’t want him to go.

  But even through my pout, my eyelids fall. I’m half asleep when he kisses my forehead and clicks off the lamp on the bedside table.

  The last thing I ever expected today was this. As I drift off, that mean little voice inside my head tries to steal the joy from me a little. Telling me things I don’t want to hear. Things that give me a moment of doubt, but I shove them away, letting the drowsy warmth of Daddy’s voice carry me off to my dreams.

  “You are Daddy’s girl now. I’ll take care of you forever.”

  Chapter Five

  RUEGER

  I NEVER HAD A FAMILY. Not really. I grew up in foster care after my mother gave me up for adoption when I was just an infant. I thank her for that. From the little I know, my life could have been infinitely worse if she hadn’t made the decision to let me go. So, for that, a woman I don’t remember, I give thanks every day. My life is what it is, and I am who I am because of all the good and bad that has formed me over the years. I can’t blame anyone in my life for the pain, and at the same time, not credit them for all the joy. Fair is fair.

  There were adoptive parents, but after a year, I guess they got fed up with me too. One foster family after another tried to use me to milk the system, let me run wild. Nobody cared all that much when I fucked up then spent a couple years in prison.

  It wasn’t until probation that I met the first person who actually
cared what happened to me. Levi was a good guy, one of the best. As my mentor, he set me straight. The reason I started my Count On program to try to give back in his memory. One person at the right time in your life can make all the difference.

  But I never had a family.

  Until now. And, yes, two people can make a family. I know that now, down into the very marrow of my bones.

  And since I met Lexi, an obsessive need to be a father has begun to consume me. I see it in every moment. Lexi round with me. Her body ample and showing the world to whom she belongs. Visions of us lying in bed with a baby snuggled between us light up my soul.

  The sun drifts through the partially closed shades, throwing light and shadows across the room. My work is completed for now. I’m still dressed in my suit from the early morning two-hour Skype call I had with the board of directors. When I finally got them to agree to the handover timeframe and my new appointee, it was nearly ten in the morning. I’d only grabbed a couple hours of sleep through the night, but now I’m as awake as I’ve ever been.

  But that’s all behind me. All that exists for me now is her.

  “You will do as you’re told, won’t you, Lexi?” I twist a bit of her hair in my fingers, watching her eyes search my face. “You liked Daddy’s rules. I could see it in your eyes last night.”

  Her nod is all I need. I’ve never been so proud. To know she’s mine is my greatest achievement, and I will do everything in my power to take care of her for the rest of our lives.

  Our lives.

  She is my family.

  During our dinner last night, we talked about family. She told me about her parents. The tragic car accident that left her an orphan. I gave her some of my background. Our mutual understanding of the unique life of being a child part of the care system here in this country. More and more, we find things that bring us together. Things that would be so hard for anyone else to understand.

  I told her how I found my birth mother briefly. Then that I had reconnected with my sister. Every part of her life she shared with me, I tried to balance with something equal about myself. A giving of our history to each other. We have so much to catch up on, but still, nothing feels missing.