Millionaire Daddy

by Piper Stone

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  To say she was excited was the understatement of the year. Jenna had stood in front of her mirror, changing clothes a solid four times. No, five. All the discarded items remained in a pile on her unmade bed. She had to look perfect. Twisting back and forth, she smoothed down the dress, one that had been in the back of her closet. She wanted Master Dominick to be impressed. No, this wasn’t about a date, but after all the days of conversations, her guilt-free admittances about her desires, her fears, she felt relatively close to him.

  To a stranger that she’d never met.

  “Ugh.” She scowled at her reflection, making ugly faces as she scrutinized her selection. He could still be a mass murderer for all she knew. She had to admit, she’d been put off at first by his request for her to sign some legal agreement, but given this day and age, she did understand. He was supposed to have it with him today. If they liked each other in person, and if she signed the documentation, then they’d move another step forward.

  D-Day. Discipline day.

  She shuddered at the thought, envisioning his massive hands striking her on the ass more times than she could count. “Breathe and get moving.” He’d insisted on meeting for coffee before work. Starbucks was a public place and with enough noise, no one would pay any attention to them as they talked. Or so she hoped. She’d obeyed every rule up to this point, even lying to Camie about the connection.

  She stood back and finally smiled. He certainly hadn’t demanded that she wear any particular kind of clothing, but the dress was youthful without being risqué. Another glance at the clock by her bed and she squealed, racing to grab her purse, phone, and keys. One thing she knew about her master… Shit. She was already thinking of him as ‘hers.’ Anyway. She’d learned quickly that he hated tardiness. When she stood just outside her car, she sent him a quick email that she was leaving. Just as required. Just as had been ingrained in her early training.

  Training. Oh. My. God.

  After almost flooding her engine, she jerked out of the parking lot, trying her best not to run over the little kiddies waiting for the bus. The five-minute drive seemed to take forever and by the time she raced into the parking lot, she was perspiring in all the wrong places. “Breathe and walk slowly. Take your time.” The pep talk did her absolutely no good. She dropped her purse on the way, her keys twice and almost broke her ankle trying to get onto the curb.

  Jenna was a freaking wreck. She’d never been this nervous on any date. And all those dates were so glorious. Okay, so she had terrible taste in men. Whatever. She stood just outside the store, calming her nerves, searching the parking lot. Master Dominick had described himself as tall with peppered hair and he’d be wearing a gray suit and a purple tie. At least the man had taste. There was no one holding that description in the parking lot, which meant either he was late or she was. A quick glance at her watch told her the answer. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” This wasn’t the perfect way to begin.

  The coffee joint was as jam-packed as ever, a hint of claustrophobia taking over. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to see over the horde of people standing in line. No one fit his description. There is no way that she was so late that he’d already left. Holding her breath, she weaved through what seemed like a pack of customers, moving toward the back of the store. When she was at the end of the counter, she noticed a man sitting alone in the corner couch, one arm draped over the back, the other scrolling through his phone.

  Gray suit, purple tie, and salt and pepper hair. What he hadn’t told her was how insanely gorgeous he was. Even sitting, she could tell he was at least six foot three, if not taller. Everything about him screamed power and influence, and there was no one trying to crowd his space. The moment she took a single step closer, he lifted his head, his eyes locking on her, acknowledging her presence. Then his heated gaze roamed down the length of her body.

  Jenna felt so small, frail in comparison to the man and as he stood, sliding his phone into the pocket of his jacket, she lost her breath. Master Dominick was stunning. His shoulders were broad and strong, his legs long and no doubt muscular. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a man, but there was no way she could undress in front of him and be spanked like a little girl. None. She should leave now, before things went any further.

  But she couldn’t. Her legs refused to allow her to turn around.

  Her heart skipping, she walked closer until she could keep her tone of voice lowered. “Master Dominick.” She held out her hand and made certain her back was straight.

  “Baby girl. Wonderful to finally meet you.” He smiled as he shook her hand, keeping the grip firm, the hold longer than a normal handshake.

  Every cell in her body was on fire, a jolt of current rushing from one part of her body to another. Her mouth was dry, parched to the point she was terrified she’d fall into a coughing and choking fit.

  “Please sit,” he instructed, pointing to the chair opposite.

  She eased down, trying to keep her composure to any degree. “I, um… I’m sorry I’m late, Sir.”

  “Yes. Noted, both the infraction as well as the apology. You understand that if we continue, I will not tolerate tardiness.”

  His voice was like smooth velvet, the tone warm yet with the perfect hint of absolute authority. She was lost in his dark eyes, his irises almost the color of his tie. Blinking, she nodded before finding her voice. “Yes, Sir. I will make certain I’m better with time.”

  “Excellent.” He crowded closer, pushing a cup across the table. “Black with no sugar.”

  “You remembered. Thank you, Sir.”

  “I forget very little, baby girl. That you will soon learn, which will mean that if you displease me, no matter how or when, I’ll recollect the infraction for the next discipline session.” Master Dominick kept his tone even, his eyes never blinking.

  For a few seconds, she wasn’t entirely certain he was even real. She remained nervous as a kitty cat, trying to find the right words to give him a good impression. She’d toyed with calling him Daddy but wasn’t certain if that was the right word to use. This wasn’t about ageplay, although he was much older. What she’d craved her entire life was a firm hand and he could be the perfect candidate.

  “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you and I promise you, I’m not a serial killer. Although if you ask my ex-wife, she might tell you otherwise.” His laugh was seductive, alluring in a manner she hadn’t anticipated.

  Nor had she expected he would offer anything about any relationships.

  “If you asked my ex-asshole-boyfriend about me, he’d say I was a disgusting pervert.” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them.

  He studied her, his eyes darting back and forth. “Then he would be wrong.”

  Heat rose from the very core of her being, sliding up from the swell between her breasts to her neck, finally landing on her cheeks. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Tell me, baby girl, do you crave a spanking right now? Do you wish I could take you into the bathroom and spank your ass for all the bad deeds you’ve done over the last few days?”

  She was breathing exceptionally hard, her heart thumping to the point beats were buzzing in her head. After darting a look around her, she tried to think of the best answer. “Yes, I do crave a hard spanking, but I always do. I need the peace, the stress relief.” The confession was easy to say.

  “Then no matter where we are, or how this arrangement progresses, you need to feel free to tell me what you need.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She had difficulty focusing, could barely swallow, and the thought of drinking hot coffee was too much. In less than a week’s time, she’d found a man she could trust enough to consider allowing him to spank her on a regular basis. No, that wasn’t entirely true. She’d found one she would have no issue being punished by for any infraction, no matter how insignificant.

  “Can you do that for me, baby girl? Can you make certain to tell me what you require in the form of discipline?” Master Dominick crow
ded even closer, cutting the distance between them by several inches.

  A quick inhale and his cologne filled her nostrils, his voice bouncing through her mind. “Yes, Sir. I can.”

  “Very good. I’m going to give you three things today. One is my cell phone number. You’re going to text me anytime you go anywhere. I want to know where you are at all times. I’m not here to challenge you with regard to your professional life, but if I feel you’re breaking certain rules personally, I will issue a direct command. Two, I have the nondisclosure. You may take your time looking over it, but I will expect a signed copy prior to continuing any further. Three, I’m giving you a list of new requirements that you need to follow. They will restrict certain activities. I will know if you lie to me. I will know, and I will punish you severely.”

  Jenna swallowed the lump in her throat, her lower lip quivering. “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”

  He exhaled then lifted her chin with his index finger, a smile on his face. “I will care for you, baby girl in a way no other man has.”

  God, she needed him to kiss her more than anything. She could almost feel his soft lips against hers, his carved body taking her to new heights of pleasure. The imaginary vision of him, naked and requiring that she please him, sucking his cock was something she’d need to get control of immediately. They’d been very clear that this was a business arrangement and she intended on keeping her end of the bargain. “Thank you, Sir. I believe you.”

  Master Dominick leaned back, easing an envelope from his pocket. “Here are the important documents. If you agree to the terms, you will scan and email me a copy of the completed agreement then I will send you the address of my house. We will meet there for the time being. If you choose not to sign the agreement, I will understand. At that point, you will tell me and destroy everything I’ve given you. I will expect never to hear from you again and if I do, I will deny any knowledge of who you are. Are we clear?”

  “Crystal, Sir. I understand.”

  His eyes narrowed, he grunted his response, the tone guttural, even full of domination. She remained quivering, her mind reeling from the possibilities. This was business and nothing more. She would practice the mantra until she no longer thought of him in any other way but her master, the man who provided rules.

  “I’ve enjoyed meeting with you, more than you know, baby girl.”

  “Do you want to know my name? I mean, Daddy. Sir. Sir?” Dear God, she was acting like a child.

  He smiled and shook his head. “At this point, that doesn’t matter. Of course, your signature will be on the agreement, but you will always be my baby girl and I will be your master. You can also call me Daddy if you’d like.”

  The words created an intense reaction, a wave of the same electricity, a blurring of lines in a way she hadn’t anticipated. “I hope so, Sir.” They were connected, a strange tethering that left her mesmerized.

  “I do too. I will expect to hear from you.” He rose to his feet. “Please stay and enjoy your coffee.”

  “Yes, Sir.” By the time he walked away from the table, she was rocking forward and backward, her senses on active overdrive. After counting to ten, she looked over her shoulder, merely catching a glimpse of him as he walked through the crowd, his air of confidence present. Several of the women watched as he walked toward the entrance, lust filling their expressions. She gulped air and dropped her head into her hands. What had she gotten herself into?

  Almost on instinct, she jerked up, grabbing the envelope and racing then pushing past men and women on her way toward the front, standing just far enough away from the window that hopefully he wouldn’t see that she was gawking after him, trying to catch another glimpse. As he removed his jacket, sliding into a vehicle, she found herself moving even closer until she placed her hand on the window. The car he was driving was magnificent, just like the man himself.

  When he pulled away, roaring past the entrance, a single look darted in her direction, she issued a single loud and haunted moan. Dear God, she wanted the man and knew in her heart, as well as in her gut, she would succumb to him, submit in every way he commanded.

  Oh, this wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.

  Chapter Four

  “You’re doing what again?” Carter pulled an iron from the bag, holding the golf club in his hands as he lifted his eyebrows.

  “You heard me. I took your advice. I’m engaging with a beautiful young woman.” Dominick had remained on edge, excitement surging through his entire body since the meeting with her that morning. In truth, he’d looked at his phone several times, seeing if she complied with his orders. Baby girl had indeed texted throughout the morning, informing him of her whereabouts, but there was no email with the agreement. Yet. Given it was almost three in the afternoon, he was beginning to wonder whether she would comply or renege. She’d called him Daddy. The word had been unexpected, but he liked the sentiment, perhaps way too much.

  “To discipline her and nothing more.” The words were said in a statement.

  “That’s the agreement. Granted, it’s not signed yet, but that’s what I’ve proposed. Well, actually she proposed. Are you going to swing the club or just stand there?”

  Carter sighed before taking a position, easing the golf ball onto the tee. “That’s way too much of a business arrangement if you ask me. I would think you’d want to have a fling or two at this point. And why are we playing golf again? You hate the game.”

  “I’m not asking you and the last thing I want to do is have some fling. Basic business arrangements of this nature will help keep me sane.” He’d been floored since meeting with her. Her beauty matched her wit and intelligence, which in his mind was going to become an issue. He only half watched as his buddy swung the club. “I need the practice.”

  “Bor-ing and yes, you do.” Snorting, he sauntered back toward the cart, shoving the iron back into the bag. “Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but answer me this. Is she pretty?”

  “Gorgeous.”

  “Does she have a good body?”

  Dominick grinned, his cock pressing against his pants. “She’s beautiful. Long raven-colored hair and the largest green eyes, the kind you could melt in.”

  “Uh-huh. You like this girl. And you only met her once?”

  He climbed into the golf cart, tapping his fingers on the wheel. “Just this morning. Our arrangement isn’t about sex.”

  “I can’t get over this. I told you to email her, but I didn’t expect papers drawn up by your attorney.”

  “You know what I went through with Catherine. I refuse to have a repeat performance.”

  Carter snorted. “How old is this girl?”

  “Twenty-six. Perfect for creating a compromising position.” From what baby girl had told him, she was living from paycheck to paycheck. She’d held two jobs during college and had still managed to graduate at the top of her class.

  “If you go into every relationship this way, you’re never going to get out of Catherine’s web.”

  “We’re not having a relationship,” Dominick insisted.

  “You’re just going to spank her ass on a regular basis. Her naked ass. Right?”

  He was beginning to regret that he’d told Carter anything. “That’s the current plan.” Telling him he would require naked spankings would push this conversation to a level he didn’t want to go.

  “And you don’t want to have anything to do with her otherwise. No drinks? No dinners? No fooling around?”

  Dominick tried to figure out the best answer as he jerked the cart into action, rolling down the path as perhaps an excessive rate of speed.

  “I can tell by your lack of response that you do. And what’s so wrong with that anyway? She can be your submissive in all manners,” Carter stated, a lilt in his voice.

  “We have an agreement.”

  “Fuck the agreement.” He groaned and gripped the handle over his head. “Slow down, will ya? Jesus.”

  “I live and die by a
greements.”

  “And you’re going to be that old man I talked about too. What if she wants more?”

  “She doesn’t. I assure you.”

  “Jesus Christ. You’re just…” Carter grumbled under his breath. “So, what’s next?”

  He darted a look in his friend’s direction before stopping the cart. “If she signs and sends over today, then we’ll be having our first session tomorrow.”

  “And where is this illustrious location?”

  “My house.”

  Almost choking, he scrambled out of the cart, overdramatizing his condition. “Wow. What about Catherine? I mean, what if she finds out?”

  “She won’t. Unless you tell her.”

  Carter held up his hands. “I’m not telling her anything, but you’re risking a lot. A young woman, your house, spankings. I don’t know.”

  “And you want me to have sex with her.” Dominick grabbed a club.

  “Well, yeah, but… Just be careful, my friend. Don’t get your heart broken.”

  “Another reason we’re not having sex.”

  “So you say.”

  He couldn’t help but laugh. Yes, since the second he noticed her standing in front of him, her beautiful, yet shy smile, her demure attitude, he’d craved her. Thoughts of sliding his dick deep inside, taking her to a private moment of utter ecstasy had crept in and stayed in the back of his mind. “Let it go. I thought you’d be happy for me.”

  “I am. I just think you’re nuts. A beautiful girl. A single guy. Alone in a house. I dunno. I can see wedding bells in the future.”

  “Not going to happen.” Hearing his phone blipping, he fumbled to get it out of his pocket. He flipped to his email, realizing he was holding his breath.

  “And what does spanking girl say?” Carter asked.

  “Baby girl.”

  “Baby girl? Wow. Next you’ll be telling me she calls you Daddy.”

  Dominick gave him a nasty glare as he read her email then moved to the attachment. “She signed.”

  “Oh, dear God. She does call you Daddy. I need a drink.”