by Kitty Jones
“Daniel, wait,” she said.
“You heard me the first time, princess,” he said, reaching for the spatula. He yanked her pajama pants and panties down to her ankles and slid his hands up her legs and over her bottom as he rose back up. She was embarrassed at the touch, but she also loved it: craved it.
Why did this have to feel so damn good?
Everything he was doing felt good and right and wonderful, but she shouldn’t like this.
Why couldn’t she just be normal?
“Meredith, why am I about to spank you?” He asked.
“Um…”
“Answer me.”
His voice was steely and firm, but calm. She didn’t detect even a hint of anger there, and that was kind of wonderful.
As a kid, she’d always dreaded getting in trouble. Being yelled at was always worse than any punishments her parents had dished out to her. She’d never been the type of person who liked to let others down, and being yelled at had always broken her heart a little bit.
Now Daniel was here, right behind her, looking at her ass.
She was wet and turned on, and she couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was to her pussy. If she spread her legs just a little, and if he reached out with just his hand, he’d be able to touch her and feel her. He could spread her pussy lips and slide a finger or two inside of her, and she just knew that she’d start grinding down against his hand.
Yeah, it was wrong.
Wrong as hell, but her body hadn’t seemed to get the message that it wasn’t supposed to like this.
If anything, she was even more turned on than she usually was.
Again, that was a problem.
Daniel sighed because she still hadn’t answered him.
“Okay,” he said. “First spanking is for not answering my question, princess. Then we’ll try again before you get your second spanking.”
“What?” She squeaked out. She started to turn around, but he pressed his hand on her back, flattening her against the counter, and swatted her ass with the spatula.
And it fucking hurt.
Damn, that thing was sharp.
She didn’t cry out, but she only barely managed not to. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, as he swatted one of her cheeks and then the other. Then he went back and forth between the two of them. It didn’t take long before she was almost at the edge of tears.
Finally, he stopped.
He didn’t take his hand away, though. He kept her there, and she could feel her eyes on her bottom. The worst part was that her pussy was now fucking drenched. Oh, she’d have to masturbate after this, like, a lot. She craved the feeling of him between her legs. She wanted him to touch her, at the very least, and fuck her, at the very most.
But she couldn’t ask for that, could she?
She couldn’t ask for any of that.
“Meredith.”
His voice held so many different things: admonishment, desire.
“Yes?”
“Why did I spank you just now?”
She thought, only for a second, about remaining quiet. She didn’t want to press her luck, though, so she decided not to.
“Because I didn’t answer your question about my spanking.”
“That’s right. Why am I about to spank you a second time?”
“Because I didn’t answer your first question, either.”
“What was it you were going to say? You stopped yourself. You doubted yourself. Ask me now.”
“I was going to ask where this thing between us was going,” she whispered. It took all of her courage to ask him. It took absolutely everything.
Quietly, silently, he spun her back around. Now she was facing him, but she still didn’t have any pants on. They were still bundled around her ankles. He could see her pussy if he looked down. He could see all of her.
He didn’t look down, though.
He kept his eyes firmly planted on hers. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.
“Where do you want it to go?”
His breath was hot on her ear. He licked her lobe and nipped at it. Her pants were still around her ankles, and all she could think about was how chilled she felt between her legs. The warmth on her ear from his breath was erotic as hell.
What if he dropped to his knees right now?
What if he nipped at her pussy?
How would she feel then?
She knew, though, that she would feel incredible. The sensation would be unbeatable and wonderful. It would be fantastic. He could lick between her legs and make her knees weak. He could make her come apart and she wouldn’t even stop him.
Oh, she’d been with men in the past.
She’d been with guys who pretended like they were willing to go down on her, but it never really did anything for her. Not like this. Not like the way Daniel was making her entire body quiver.
Fuck, he hadn’t even felt between her legs.
He hadn’t even seen her nipples.
Somehow, though, he seemed to be able to work some sort of magic over her body. He seemed to be able to make her feel incredible.
“I want you,” she whispered.
It was wrong.
It was so, so wrong.
Everything about this situation was completely fucked up. He was her boss, after all. Not only that, but he was her charge’s dad. He was a parent and had a kid to take care of. He didn’t need to be spending his time worrying about Meredith.
And yet…
He pulled back and looked at her. Those eyes bore right into her damn soul and she licked her lips. She was a little afraid about what he was going to say next.
Maybe he was going to tell her that she wasn’t worth the trouble. Maybe he’d warn her that this thing between them couldn’t happen. Was that what Daniel was going to say?
Was he going to tell her to get lost?
She closed her eyes, unable to look at him anymore.
He stepped closer.
“Meredith.”
She squeezed her eyes tighter shut.
“Meredith.”
She kept her eyes closed.
“Meredith, open your fucking eyes,” he said. She felt something sharp and instantly, her eyes opened. She looked down at her clothed chest.
“Did you just flick my tit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Oh, princess. You know why.”
“I didn’t listen,” she whispered.
“You say you want something to happen between us,” he said. “You know what kind of man I am, Meredith. That’s not a secret. I’ve never hid this from you.”
“I know.”
“If you want this thing to happen, then you’re going to submit to me, princess.”
“I know.”
“I don’t think you do. Submitting means you’re on your knees rubbing your pussy while I fuck your throat. It means I bend you over the counter and slide deep inside of your pussy until you’re coming undone. It means I want to hear your beg for me. I want you to cry for me. I want all of that and more, princess. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
His words were dark and delicious and bad.
Naughty.
Did she want all of that?
The girls in the books she read about were brave and wild, and she could be that way, too. She knew that she could. Yeah, she thought that was what she wanted.
She wanted to be with a guy who wasn’t afraid to take charge and Dominate her.
She wanted that with the cowboy.
But she had to ask.
She knew that she had to ask.
“I think that sounds like fun,” she whispered.
“Not always. It might not always be fun. That’s the beauty of BDSM, princess. Sometimes it’s hard and sometimes it’s difficult. It’s not always fun, but it’ll make you a better person and it’ll definitely make you come.”
“You want to make me come?”
“Oh, yes,” he said. He stepped forward
, and he reached for her hand. It took it and placed it over the bulge in his pajama pants so she could feel his thick cock. He was hard.
“Daniel…”
“You feel that, princess? That’s all you. You did that to me. That’s what I think about you. So when you ask me if I want to feel you come? Yeah, I want to feel you fucking come, and I want you to do it right here: on my dick.”
“I…I don’t know if I can come that way,” she whispered.
She’d never been able to come during sex before. That just wasn’t really her thing. Masturbating? No problem. She could make herself come easily with a few flicks of her fingers. That had never been a problem at all.
But this?
This was something different.
Something stronger.
Something naughtier.
“You don’t think you can come that way?” He didn’t sound like he was judging her. He just seemed like he didn’t believe her, and then he chuckled. “Oh, princess, by the time I’m done with you, can’t won’t be a word in your vocabulary anymore.”
“Is that so?” She whispered, breathless. Her hand was still on his cock, and she found herself rubbing him over the pants a little. She shouldn’t have been touching him so much, but she did. She rubbed him very gently at first, and then she was a little more firm. He looked at her for a long time, and then he kissed her.
Fuck, she loved kissing Daniel.
There was nothing that really compared to it. She was still without her pants, and her hand was on his dick. His own hand finally found that special space between her legs, and he stroked her there until she thought she really might come standing up there in the kitchen.
“Okay, princess,” he said. He finally pulled away. “Turn back around.”
“What?” She whispered, surprised.
“You earned yourself two spankings, and I’ve only given you one. Time for round two.”
She looked at his cock and then back up at him. She wasn’t sure if she was really ready for this: for any of this, but if he was being honest, and he was telling her the truth, then she knew that no matter what happened, it would all be worth it in the end.
“Okay,” she whispered, and she turned back around.
She planted her hands, once more, on the counter.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, and the way his voice went all dark and dangerous made her even more wet. She was so slick that she could feel her wetness on her legs. Her pussy felt empty and achy. She wanted to feel him there between his legs.
She wanted him so very badly.
“Pretty,” he murmured, and she felt his eyes on her.
Pretty?
No one had ever called her pretty like this before.
Then again, no one had ever bent her over a countertop and spanked her silly, either. No one had ever touched her, running their hands over her bottom the way he was now. He was rubbing her skin and even though it was tender, the sensation felt really, really nice.
It felt almost heavenly, and she loved it.
She loved the way he was touching her and playing with her. She loved the way his hands seemed to know exactly where she wanted to be touched.
“Okay, princess,” he said. “It’s time.”
He sounded almost remorseful, as though he didn’t want to stop touching her to spank her. She had earned this, though. She knew it was coming, and she was ready for it.
This time, the spatula hit just a little bit harder.
This time, the sensation was just a little bit stronger.
Her entire body felt like it was on fire and by the time he was done, she was a hot, weeping mess. She tried very hard to hold back the tears, but it was nearly impossible this time around. She was quiet as she cried because she didn’t want Alice to hear the noise and come bounding downstairs. She wasn’t ready for Alice to know that Meredith and Daniel were…well, whatever it was they were doing. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they also weren’t exactly not in a relationship, either.
She cried quietly, embarrassed and aching, and then he set the spatula down on the counter. To her surprise, he didn’t turn her around and he didn’t touch her bottom again. Instead, she heard him drop to his knees behind her.
“Don’t move,” he chuckled, and he started licking her thighs, lapping up her juices.
Fuck.
The feeling of his tongue on her legs was exquisite. She’d gotten oral sex before, but never like this. Never from this position, and no one had spent time teasing the skin on her thighs before. That was incredible.
That was wonderful.
She liked it very, very much.
Slowly, he worked his way up the insides of her thighs. He licked and lapped at her.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered, and obeying wasn’t even a choice. She just did it.
And then he was there, licking her pussy, cleaning up all of her juices and tasting every bit of her.
“Daniel,” she groaned, and she held tightly to the opposite edge of the counter because there was nothing else to hold onto.
“Shhh,” he murmured. “Be quiet, princess.”
She bit her lip to keep from crying out. Surely, he had to know exactly how this was affecting her. He had to know just what he was doing, and she couldn’t hold on for very long. He liked harder and faster and then it hit her like a damn tidal wave. Her orgasm washed over her body, sweeping her up to her toes, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet.
What the hell had just happened?
She’d never come like that before.
She was exhausted when the orgasm finally stopped, and she was shaking. He rose up behind her and turned her around. Then Daniel kissed Meredith right on the mouth, unembarrassed and unashamed.
“Daniel,” she whispered.
“You’re pretty damn sexy with you come,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she said, because she wasn’t really sure what else to say to him. What was she supposed to say to someone who had given her the best orgasm of her life?
“Thank you” didn’t really seem like enough, but it was all she had.
She reached for his cock, but he shook his head gently.
“There will be another time for that,” he said.
“You don’t…you don’t want to come?” She was confused. The guys she’d been with before would get antsy and anxious if they didn’t get to come at the same time as she did. The idea of her coming, and only her coming, had never been a part of her relationships in the past.
“There will be plenty of time later,” he told her. “Right now, I really do need to go feed the animals,” he said gently. “Thank you for a wonderful morning.”
He kissed her again, this time to say goodbye, and then he dropped down, grabbed her pants, and pulled them back up for her. One more kiss, and he was gone, and Meredith was left standing in the kitchen.
What the hell had just happened?
And why had it been so wonderful?
She had meant to ask him what they were doing, and where their relationship was going, but she’d gotten so much more than that.
“Medicine,” she finally said to herself. “Alice needs medicine.”
Meredith rummaged around to find the decongestant she was looking for, and then she headed back upstairs to resume her nanny duties.
Chapter Six
The days in quarantine passed slowly, but deliciously. Daniel spent every waking moment working with the animals, managing the ranch, or hanging out with Alice. He’d never spent this much time with his daughter before, but he was finding out that being a dad was really and truly a wonderful experience. Alice recovered quickly from her cold and as soon as she did, she started helping Daniel feed the horses and cattle.
When they weren’t working the land together or hanging out reading and watching movies, Alice spent a lot of time crafting and working on her art. She enjoyed being alone just as much as she liked being around people, and that meant Daniel had a lot
of time to spend with Meredith.
Although it never really felt like quite enough.
She was beginning to become very precious to him, and after the first full week of quarantine, he caught her alone one night after dinner.
He pinned her against the hallway and kissed her. He moved her hands so they were above her head, and he held them there as he kissed her. She groaned, leaning up into his kiss, and he smiled as he touched her, playing with her.
Fuck, she was perfect.
She was sweet and sensual, and he wanted to make love to her so very much. He’d waited because he didn’t want to pressure her. He didn’t want to force her into this thing that was happening between them. He knew what happened when someone felt forced into a situation they weren’t ready for, and he didn’t want that.
He didn’t want any of it.
So he kissed her now, and he touched her, playing with her body, and then he pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” She whispered.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I like you a lot, Meredith, but I’m only human.”
“What does that mean?” She asked.
He had always demanded honesty from her, and now he’d offer her the same thing.
“It means it’s hard to resist you, sweetie.”
“Then why resist?” She asked.
“Don’t tease me, princess.”
“I’m not teasing,” she told him. She reached for his cheek and touched him gently. “Daniel, I want you. All of you. I’m ready whenever you are.”
He knew what she was saying to him, and he appreciated it.
“I’ve been with other women since I lost Casey,” he told her.
Casey had been gone for a few years now, and he still missed her. He saw her every day when he looked at his daughter. Meredith had never known Daniel’s wife, but Daniel had always talked about her. He knew Alice did, too.
“You have,” she said carefully. “Not for more than a night though, isn’t that right?”
She was observant. He’d give her that much. Most people didn’t notice or pay attention about this sort of thing. Yeah, he was rarely with someone for more than a night. That was his special way of protecting himself. He didn’t go out of his way to build relationships with women he was going to break up with anyway. He didn’t spend a lot of time getting to know people who wouldn’t fit into his life.
