Mustang Daddy - A Single Daddy, Small Town Second Chance Romance

by Sienna Parks

  The distance between us is charged with an intensity and a need that I have never experienced outside of an elaborate scene in my playroom at the club. The fact that she can do this to me without us touching, without so much as a kiss, is incredible, and terrifying, and it doesn’t take long until I’m on the edge.

  “Come with me, Vittoria.”

  I can see that she’s been holding back, waiting for me to say the word, and the moment that she lets go and allows her orgasm to wash over her, is fucking resplendent. Her back arches off the bed, one hand brutally grasping at her breast, pinching her nipple to a hardened point; her other hand working frantically, her fingers drenched in her own juices as she palms her clit and thrusts three of her fingers inside herself. It’s fucking beautiful, and I let myself join her; my hand fisting tighter around my cock, my movements quick and precise, my legs trembling beneath me. The look in her eyes as she watches my come spurting into my other hand is one of complete female satisfaction.

  She loves that she has this effect on me.

  I take a moment to compose myself, taking off my shirt and wiping my hands clean, before buttoning up my pants, grabbing the sheet off the floor and covering her with it. I turn and walk out of the room without a word. I know she’s expecting something from me, but I need to do this my way now.

  I find a length of rope in my overnight bag and head back to her room. I don’t know why I brought it from my apartment, or maybe I just don’t want to admit the reason, even to myself. I talk a good game of being the nice guy when it comes to Vittoria, but I’m not. Deep down, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her for long.

  Her eyes light up at the sight of the pretty purple rope in my hands as I make my way over to the bed. I crawl up the length of her, the smell of her arousal, thick in the air, enticing me. When I’m happy with my position, I slowly unravel the rope before grabbing her wrists and binding them together. Her headboard is perfect for a playroom; hardwood spindles that would act as strong tethers for any form of restraints. I wonder if that’s intentional, but the thought that she’s had other men in here, tying her up, makes me want to break something, so I push the thought aside and focus on weaving the ropes through the headboard, securing her hands in place.

  She doesn’t say a word, but simply watches me as I work; a contented look on her face. I can see that she feels comfortable with this, with me, and it makes my dick throb in my pants, but I ignore it, telling myself to remember the bigger picture.

  I can’t bind her ankles, so I decide on some shibari knots around her knees. I feel a calm serenity wash over me as I work the ropes around her skin. I realize that this is the moment, when everything changes. I can’t ignore my feelings for her anymore, and I can’t keep losing control around her. It’s not who I am, and if I change for her, if I let her keep pushing me, pushing for us to be together, and pander to her, I’ll become a man I don’t recognize; a man I don’t respect, and at some point she would lose respect for me, too. She was drawn to me because of the man I am. I control everything around me, I command it. If I lose that, I lose myself.

  When I’m happy with my handiwork, I get up off the bed and take a step back to admire it. Even this small amount of rope on her looks so fucking hot. The purple is perfect against the unique hue of her skin, highlighting just how stunning her body really is. I could turn her into a work of art if I bound her full body using shibari.

  I cross my arms over my chest, feeling my rapid heartbeat thundering against my forearms. Every muscle in my body is tense; adrenaline coursing through me as I fight my instincts, my desperation to be inside of her. I pull a chair from the corner of the room and place it at the end of the bed, sitting down to collect my thoughts.

  “Logan. What are you doing?”

  I take a few minutes before I answer. Letting my pulse return to normal, and my inner calm wash over me until I feel like myself again.

  “You will refer to me as Master Fitzgerald from now on, unless I tell you otherwise. I’ve earned it.”

  She stares at me, lust and desire evident in her eyes.

  “Do you understand?”

  She’s quick to answer. “Yes, Master Fitzgerald.”

  “I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen. You will speak only when I ask you a question. Understood?”

  “Yes, Master Fitzgerald.”

  “Good. Firstly, let me tell you how absolutely stunning your little show was. You are breathtaking when you touch yourself, Vittoria, but I assume you already know that, or you wouldn’t have tried to entice me with it.” Her gaze drops to the bed. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” She does as I ask, but I can tell that she’s starting to feel uncomfortable. This isn’t what she was expecting. “I can see in your eyes that you thought I was going to give in to you. That I wouldn’t be able to control myself. You are stunning, but know this – everything that has happened up until this point, every bit of control you have felt over me… is because I let you. I chose to discard my own self-imposed rules. I chose to let you suck my cock. I chose to lick your sweet little pussy. I also made the decision to kiss you in the airport and tell you that I’m in love with you.”

  She’s squirming now.

  “I’ve been going over and over every one of our interactions last year, and there are three possible explanations, so I’m going to lay them out for you and maybe we can figure out which is correct.”

  I stand from the chair, walking around the bed, trailing my hands from her toes, up the length of her legs.

  “The first possibility is that you are a spoiled brat that likes to get her own way no matter what anyone else says or thinks. That would explain you pushing me, even after I told you we couldn’t be together.”

  “That’s not it at all…” I flip her onto her side and slap her naked ass, hard; the sound reverberating around the room.

  “Do not speak until I tell you to, or your ass will be the same color as a pretty red rose. Understand?”

  “Yes… Master Fitzgerald.”

  “The second option is that you are most definitely involved in my lifestyle, but you’re a Dominatrix. In that case, I could only hazard a guess that you had some silly notion that you could turn me from a Dom into your submissive, playing on the fact that you know I’ve been in love with you for years.” I continue to trail my fingers over her soft, supple skin. “I know that can’t be the right answer, because you wouldn’t be that naïve! The reason you are so attracted to me is because of how controlling I am in all aspects of my life…” I slip my hand between her legs; she’s wet and warm, and oh so ready for me. I lean down to whisper in her ear. “…especially in the bedroom.”

  I relish the sound of her breath catching at my words, her flesh trembling under my touch, but I leave her bereft and make my way back over to the chair at the end of the bed. Her gaze following my every move.

  “The final option, and the one I’m really rooting for, is that you are an extremely feisty submissive, in need of some training from a real Master. That maybe you’ve forgotten exactly what it is that you ‘love’ about me. You were drawn to my dominance. You crave it. You thrive under it. It’s why you excel as a dancer. The discipline, the pain, the pleasure of it all. The euphoria that comes as the music flows through you. You give yourself over to dance completely, and in return, it rewards you. This is the same. If you gave yourself over to me completely, I would play your body with such utter precision; I would walk that fine line between pleasure and pain with such effortless ease, that you couldn’t help but feel the same euphoria when you come for me.”

  The groan that escapes her lips is raw and sexy and filled with desire.

  “I think that you haven’t found a Dom that can satisfy your needs. You have that Italian fire inside you, and it tears you apart sometimes. I’ve seen your submissive side, and it is… exquisite. But, there is a side to you that doesn’t want to give complete control over to me. Maybe not to any man. I don’t know what fuels that, but I want to
find out. You seem to be at war with those opposing sides to your personality. I can understand that. I tried to be someone I wasn’t last year. I tried to hide my true dominance from you, prepared to leave it all behind to be with you. In the end, that’s part of the reason it didn’t work between us. I was unable to exercise my nature to its fullest extent in my pursuit of you. It almost broke me. So, until you decide what you want, I can’t help you. After a long year of soul searching, I know exactly what I want now. Do you know what you want, Vittoria?”

  Her voice is a low whisper, but full of that fire that I was talking about. “I want to be yours. I want to give myself over to you completely, Master Fitzgerald.”

  “I want to believe you. So badly. But, I can’t shake the feeling that you’re not ready to submit. You see my love for you as a weakness. One that you can exploit. That couldn’t be further from the truth. The fact that I have been in love with you for so long, is my strength. It is the reason that I will never exercise anything other than complete control with you. You’re too important to me. I have stayed away from you all these years because I felt it was best for you. Now, I’m not so sure.”

  I hold her gaze for what seems like hours, searching for the answer I need.

  “So… which is it? Are you spoiled, a Dominatrix that thinks she can change me, or are you an unruly submissive?”

  “The last one. I want to submit to you, Logan…”

  “Logan? That has just earned you ten spanks.”

  I stand from the chair and flip her onto her stomach, careful not to aggravate her injury.

  “Present your ass to me, Vittoria.” She lifts herself onto her knees, pushing her ass into the air, her head resting on the bed. “Good girl.”

  I gently rub each cheek before I administer the first blow. “I don’t punish for no reason, and I never punish excessively, but you need some basic training. After every slap, I want you to say “Thank you, Master Fitzgerald. It will remind you to address me appropriately.”

  The first slap is always the sweetest. The feel of her soft, naked flesh connecting with the warmth of my palm; the crisp sound and the tingling sensation that radiates across my hand. “That’s one.”

  Her anticipation, followed by surprise, is so fucking satisfying. “Thank you, Master Fitzgerald.”

  The second hit has the blood rising to the surface below her skin, a sexy blush spreading over her cheeks. “Two.”

  Her body shivers. “Thank you, Master Fitzgerald.”

  With each slap, her ass grows redder, her breath quickening, and my dick hardening to steel in my pants. I can tell she’s enjoying this, but there is just enough bite to remind her of why I’m doing it. As soon as my hand connects with her firm, supple skin for the last time, she lets out a satisfied groan followed by her almost screaming the words I commanded. “Thank you, Master Fitzgerald.”

  I slide my hand between her legs; the evidence of her arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs. She tries to writhe against my hand, her frustration evident as I leave her wanting. She watches as I lower my head and lap up every last drop; her moans of pleasure setting my blood on fire, but I don’t reward her with my tongue where she needs it most. “You taste like heaven. Remember this frustrated feeling. Every time you defy me, I will punish you. You enjoy the punishment more than you should, so I will also withhold your orgasms.”

  She slumps down onto the bed, squirming to try and alleviate the pressure that is building to a fever pitch between her legs, to no avail. I flip her over onto her back and wait, giving her time to slow her breathing and regain her composure before I speak.

  “This is my proposal to you. I will not take you as my 24/7 submissive, and not as my sexual sub, until...” I can see her eyes light up at that one little word. “Until… you can prove yourself. If you comply, and adhere to my training over the next month, then and only then, will I even consider taking this further.” I start to untie her, loosening the knots and massaging the skin underneath. When her hands are free, I sit down on the bed beside her and pull her into my lap.

  “I need to know that you’re serious about this. If you’re not, if you just want me to fuck you and move on, then I need you to tell me. If we do this, I’m risking losing everything for you. The only real family I’ve ever had… and you. If you don’t think you can do this, then you need to tell me and we can both walk away from this right now.”

  She places her small warm hand on my cheek, pulling my face down toward hers, forcing me to look at her. “May I speak freely, Master Fitzgerald?”

  “Yes, and you can call me Logan.”

  Her other hand moves up to cup my face. “Logan... I am all in. I’m very serious about this. I’ve never been more serious about anything, other than ballet. I want to be with you. I want to be yours. I know what you’re risking if you choose to go down this route with me. I don’t take that lightly. I can’t promise that it will be easy, or that I won’t mess up. There are… things… that you don’t know about me, that I’m not ready to share with you yet, and I may never be ready. I don’t want you to see me differently. I love the way you look at me, and risking that changing, is something I can’t live with. Can you understand that? Can you deal with there being some things that I can’t tell you right now, things that might affect the way I respond to situations, or the way I act at times?”

  Her eyes are thick with unshed tears.

  “What happened to you?” Her gaze drops, and I pull her hands from my face, grasping them tight. “Look at me.” She does as I ask, a single tear rolling down her cheek, breaking my heart. “I can deal with it, for you, but only if you promise that you will try to work on it, and tell me when you’re ready. I need you to trust me, otherwise this isn’t going to work. I’m not asking for immediate 100% trust. I know I need to earn it, as do you. Can you promise that you will try to work toward telling me at some point?” She nods her head, defeated. “I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes. I will do my best to get there. To tell you someday, but, please don’t stop looking at me the way you do. Don’t stop loving me. Don’t give up on me.” I search her face, wondering who hurt her; what happened to make her so insecure. It’s a rare moment to see her show any vulnerability, and it humbles me.

  “I promise you now, that I will never give up on you, Vittoria. Cling to that, in your darkest moments, when I can’t be by your side, know that I could never give up.” I claim her lips, pouring every ounce of raw emotion that I feel into this intense connection. Her body relaxes against mine, her lips parting, inviting me in. I dart my tongue into her mouth, exploring, caressing; tasting her sweet lips. The feel of her tongue stroking mine is divinity in motion. I fist my hands in her hair, holding her where I need her, forcing her to take more of me, and taking everything that she offers me in return.

  Her hands are clawing at my back when I break our kiss, resting my forehead against hers. I breathe her in, letting my pulse return to some semblance of normality. “You’re mine now. My submissive in training. I will not make love to you for the next four weeks. It might kill me, but if we have any chance of this working, I need to separate how fucking turned on I feel when I’m around you, from how we interact as Dom/sub. There are no guarantees that we can make this work, and even if we do, we have so many hurdles to get over.” I pull away, letting her see how serious I am. “I won’t lie to Carter. At the end of the month, if I decide that I can be the Master you need me to be, then I’m going to tell him. No secrets, no lies. If we do this, it’s all or nothing. I can’t risk fucking this up again, and I promise that I won’t leave if he doesn’t accept it. I will walk away… with you. It’s you and me now, for as long as you’ll have me.”

  “I don’t want to hide anymore, either. I will do whatever you feel is best. I want this.” She gives me a slow, sensual, but chaste kiss. “How will this work for the next four weeks?”

  “Let me worry about that. You just relax and get some rest. It’s been a tiring afternoon and you
need to get your strength up.” I lay her down on the bed, pulling the sheets up to cover her. “Do you need anything?”

  “A glass of water and my painkillers.”

  I fetch a bottle of water from the fridge and return to find her eyes heavy, almost asleep. “Here you go. Now rest, my beautiful Nyx.”

  She pops two tablets on her tongue and takes a sip of water. Her voice is sleepy and sexy as hell as she speaks. “Why did you call me Nyx? You’ve called me that before.”

  I run my hand over her sleek, dark hair. “I’ll explain later. Get some rest. I have some work to do, I’ll be back in a few hours with dinner.” I kiss her forehead, draw the curtains, and close the door gently behind me.

  “This place is so fuckin’ amazin’, Logan! We cannae get o’er how fan-fucking-tastic it is! The boys are goin’ mental for it. I dinnae think they’ve slept more than two hours since we got here.”

  I can barely understand Campbell when he’s excited. He’s the lead singer of Flaming Embers, and he has a thick Glasgow accent. Usually he remembers to slow down and not use as much slang around me, but on days like today, he’s too excited and he’s talking at rapid speed. It almost sounds like he’s speaking a completely different language.

  “Remember, you’ve got to learn to calm the accent down a bit here. Otherwise, Rolling Stone won’t be able to get any quotes for an interview!”

  “Shut the fuck up, man! You serious? You think a bunch o’ twats like us could make it that big here in the U.S. of A?”

  I really like this guy. He’s only twenty-one, but he’s lived a tough life in a rough part of Glasgow. He’s fought for everything that he has, and he appreciates every good thing that comes his way. He’s genuine, and in this business, that’s a rare commodity. “Only if you stop referring to the band as ‘a bunch of twats!’”

  “Ha-fuckin’-ha! Duly noted!”

  “Okay. So, we need to get the rest of the guys rounded up and have a talk about what I have planned for you over the next few weeks. Are they all here?”