“Daddy…”
I hear a little sniffle as I bring the flogger back down on her ass again, this time harder than I ever have. I rub my palm against her ass gently, calming the whips from the flogger for a moment. “Such a good little girl.” I let my fingertips glide near her folds and then dance away before rubbing her ass again. “You’re Daddy’s good little girl,” I say drawing my hand back to slap her ass, “aren’t you, princess?”
She jumps, whimpering loudly. “Yes, Daddy!”
I drop my flogger on the ground as I rub the hot spots on her ass. “That’s my good girl,” I say, pulling my hand back to spank her again. I move to give each ass cheek another hard slap, keeping the deep rosy shade of pink that I love.
“Dad…dy…” She cries again as I rub her ass gingerly.
“Such a perfect fucking ass, too,” I tell her, giving it another hard smack. “So perfectly round,” crack, “and firm,” smack, “and such a fucking amazing shade of pink.” Slap.
She yanks her wrists, crying out again as she sniffles. “Daddy…”
I begin rubbing at her ass again, gliding my palm tenderly over the slap marks. My hand has left-hand prints on each cheek, raised, and beautifully pink. I give it one last rub before slapping her on the right cheek again. “This ass,” slap, “it’s all mine, princess,” crack, “this, is Daddy’s ass,” whack.
She screams out, yanking violently at the restraints again. I begin rubbing her ass gently again, calming the spots as she lets her head hang down. “Daddy…” She cries.
“You’re such a good girl, princess,” I bring my hand hard against her ass again. “You’re so good for me.” I return to gently rubbing her sore bottom. I slap her twice this time with more much more force.
“Daddy!” This time her head bolts up as she screams. “I…Daddy…Water…melons…” she whimpers softly. “Please, watermelons, watermelons, watermelons.” She cries.
My jaw drops and I scramble to get in front of her. I lift her face in my hands and see a single tear sliding down her cheek. “Baby, it’s alright, you’re safe. I’m right here.” Her body is beginning to shake as I work one of her wrists free from the cuffs. “It’s just me and you baby. I’m right here. You’re safe. I’m getting you out of this.” I move to the other cuff and free her wrist, her breathing has turned into light panting. “Shh, it’s alright baby. I’ve got you. Take a deep breath for me and release it.” I tell her. She obeys the best that she can as I wipe the tear from her cheek. “Baby, I’m going to get your ankles, okay?”
She gives me a little nod, swallowing hard, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I work quickly to get her ankles free and slowly stand her up where I lift her in my arms and carry her to the bed. She lets her head fall against my chest. “That’s my good girl. I’ve got you.” I lay her tenderly on the bed and slide in next to her. “Breathe baby, you’re safe, can you hear me, Lola?”
She gives me another pitiful nod.
“Are you alright?” I ask, petting her hair softly, kissing her forehead.
“It’s just…my ass,” she pauses, taking a breath. “It really hurts.”
I slide my hand down her ass and rub tenderly. She flinches slightly and it’s then I realize how much heat is radiating from my slap marks. I’d gotten far more intense with her than I had ever planned. I lean forward and kiss a tear off her cheek as I rub the tender area softly.
“I’m so sorry,” she tells me.
“Oh princess, for what?”
“I had to use my safeword.” She tells me, looking down.
I lift her chin with my finger. “Don’t you ever apologize to me or anyone for that matter, for using your safeword. That word is yours and yours alone. And it’s for you to use just how you see fit.” I return to rubbing her welted ass gently again as she sniffles. “Are you feeling any better?”
She gives me a little nod. “My ass is just really sore.”
“That’ll go away, I promise,” I tell her, “I just need you to relax for me. Let your shoulders drop and take some more deep breaths.”
She nods and obeys, opening her mouth to draw in a breath and releasing it very slowly.
“That’s my good girl,” I say, kissing her hair. “I am so proud of you.”
“But I had to use my safeword.”
“But you still did incredible. You were still spanked and you did wonderfully. I am proud that you tried new things, you tested your comfort zones, and when I crossed the line, you were brave and used your safeword.” I smile, “I have a lot to be proud of you for, Lola.”
“We don’t have to…you know…do that again, do we?”
I let out a little chuckle, “Not at all baby girl. Just rest. I want you to be calm and just relax. I’ll get that ass taken care of too.” I say rubbing it gingerly again. “Are you thirsty?”
“A little,” she says softly.
“Mind if I grab you some water?” I nod to the other side of the room, “I have a little fridge just over there.”
She hesitates and then nods. “Can you hurry, Daddy?”
“Of course, princess,” I tell her, “I’ll only be a second. I can get you something for that little red ass, too.”
She smiles as I slip from the bed and take long strides to the mini-fridge hidden in a corner. I grab a cold bottle of water and one of the ice bags from the small freezer inside. I open the bottle of water on the way back to the bed and Lola sits up slowly to meet me. I pass her the bottle of water, set the ice pack on the bed, and slide into bed with her, pulling the blankets back for us as I do. Lola gulps down the water, drinking a good three-quarters of the bottle before handing it to me to set on the nightstand.
“What’s that for?” She asks, looking at the ice pack.
“It’s for your ass baby,” I say, “It’ll help calm it a little.” I help her lay slowly on her side, wrapping the blanket around her as I hold the ice against her ass. She jumps at the cold and pushes herself closer to me, letting her head rest against my chest. “Are you calming down?”
“Mhm,” she hums, “just a sore ass.”
“But an exquisite ass,” I add.
She blushes lightly as she wraps her arms around me.
“Are you hungry, princess?” I ask. “I bet you are, I could order us a pizza. I have some ice cream in the fridge. We could move to my bedroom, climb in bed, have some dinner, ice cream for dessert and watch a movie. We could just relax all night.”
“I'd really like that Daddy,” she smiles. “Think I can talk you into black olives on the pizza?”
“Whatever you want gorgeous. I can order it from Beastly’s,” I tell her, “they have the best Supreme pizza in town and they don’t add anchovies.”
“Then it sounds like a plan,” she tells me softly.
“Well, then, let me get you in bed, I want you to keep this ice pack on that perfect ass for a bit longer. I’ll order the pizza. All you have to do is lay in bed, be comfortable, stay warm, and pick a movie.”
She looks me in the eyes and her entire body loosens. “Thank you, for taking care of me.”
“Princess, you're mine. It’s my job to make sure you're cared for and happy. I will always, always ensure that you are well taken care of.” Her cheeks fill with a little more color, I have her hold the ice pack as I lift her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom. If there is one thing that people often forget, overlook, or just don’t know in the first place is that a Dom’s first priority is to always care for his sub. Seems that Lola is learning that for herself right at this very moment as I snuggle her gingerly under the comforter on my bed.
The next morning I wake up in River’s arms and wrapped under a warm, soft blanket. I let out a content sigh as I push my head tenderly against his chest, with no intention of moving regardless of what time it is.
He makes a little noise, “Don’t you even think of getting out of this bed, princess.”
I let out a little laugh. “Not a chance.”
He sighs softly an
d pulls me closer to him. “We don’t have to be at work until two today. I want us to sleep in, have a hot bath together, a late breakfast, and relax until we have to be at work.”
“Mmm,” I hum softly. “Now that sounds amazing. Where do I sign up?”
“Right here,” he chuckles, pressing his lips to mine briefly, never opening his tired eyes as he blindly pulls the blanket over us more. “How is that beautiful ass feeling baby?”
“So far just a little tender,” I tell him, “but nothing too bad.”
“Good,” he tells me softly, running his fingers through my hair. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept amazing,” I tell him, “I just don’t want to get out of bed.”
“Then we don’t have to,” he laughs. “We’ll stay in bed right up until we have to be at work.”
“I suppose if we played hooky the boss wouldn’t like it,” I laugh, nearly snorting.
I feel his lips tenderly on mine as I push myself closer to him, pulling in the heat that’s currently radiating off his body. I sigh happily as his fingers slip through my hair repeatedly.
“Any requests for breakfast?” He asks.
I shake my head, “Just food. I’m ravenous.”
“You know, Lola, you're doing incredible. You listen to me, you do as you’re told, and you've made the transition to being a sub beautifully.”
I feel my cheeks heat up to a ridiculous temperature. “River, I do have a question. Kind of a serious one.”
“Anything, princess. I told you that you could ask me anything.” He tells me, pushing my messy hair from my eyes.
“You know, when I first hired you, I was so attracted to you. I couldn’t help myself. And then we…you know, twice. And things have just been getting deeper with this. Me agreeing to be your sub and you training me.” I take a deep breath and release it slowly. “I feel like all of this is making us a lot closer somehow. That all of this is creating a really deep bond. River, I really think you should know…well, I believe you need to know that I am starting to have feelings for you.” I sigh and look up at him. “I’m not entirely sure that it’s allowed. You know, for me to actually have feelings for you, to love and care for you as my Dom, because you never mentioned any of that to me.” I feel my cheeks heating up far worse than before. I cannot believe I just told him that. What happens when he tells me it’s not allowed? That I’m not allowed to have feelings for him because he’s my Dom. I feel my heart rate increase as I stare at him. River doesn’t make a sound, he doesn’t even blink. Instead, he stares into my eyes and brings a hand to my cheek, letting his thumb caress it tenderly.
Finally, he smiles softly and opens his mouth to speak. “Well then, that makes two of us princess.”
I smile wide and squeal as I pull him in for a tight hug.
“We’ve gotten in really close since I started at Skin Deep and like you said, we're forming a really strong bond between us, princess. It’s not uncommon for those in the BDSM lifestyle to feel stronger and more connected with their partners. My training you opens the door for a much stronger, deeper bond between us, and certainly much more profound level trust...” He explains. “You are trusting me to care for and protect you in all aspects of life, including in the dark room.”
“The dark room was a little intimidating at first. It still is, if I’m being completely honest. But, after last night I know that without a doubt if I ever want you to stop, using my safeword will make you stop no matter what.”
He lets out a relaxed sigh, “That’s how it’s supposed to be princess. No Dom should ever force their sub to continue after he or she has said the safeword. Well, any good Dom anyway.”
“I’m assuming there are some Doms that aren’t exactly like you.”
He gives me a little nod. “Every Dom is very different. He or she will have their own tastes, rules, expectations, and kinks. They'll have certain ways that they treat their subs. You know me, I'm more of a Daddy-Dom. I love caring for you, having you lean on me for support, the entire fact that you need me. If that makes sense?”
I give him another little nod and smile. “So, it’s acceptable that I have feelings for you?”
“Oh princess, Daddy wouldn’t want it any other way.”
I feel my face become hot again. There’s not a single doubt in my mind about River. I know I'm developing feelings for him. Strong ones. It’s happening fast, too. I feel like I should be afraid, that I should worry about falling too hard and too fast. Instead, I’m more excited by it. I feel like River and I do have something special. I trust him. Not just because I let him tie me down and have his way with me. It runs deeper than that. There’s something about him, something about how he treats me, something about this lifestyle…it’s all adding up and making me see him differently. I trust that he’s not going to hurt me…or my heart for that matter. And that is something that I have waited for…for a very long time.
I’ve been so relaxed since waking up that work is the last thing on my mind. If only I didn’t work 7 days a week, every week. River meets me at the passenger side of his truck, opens the door and offers me his hand like always. I’m finally starting to adjust to most of his quirks. Opening doors is a huge one for him. So is giving me baths. That one, on the other hand, is taking some time, but I’m at least getting there.
Cas makes a kissy face as we both walk in. “Well, hello you two, did you have a good morning off together.”
“As a matter a fact, we did,” River smiles. “Escape Plan, you should watch it.”
Cas runs a hand through his dark hair, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard about that one. Pretty good?”
“Lola liked it,” River tells him.
“Oh shit,” Cas replies, “Someone alert the academy. Now, I have to see this.”
I look up at River from my stack of mail. “I’m not as picky with movies as he’s making me out to be.”
Cas and River nod simultaneously and I make a face at the both of them. It figures they would both agree.
“Anything happen yet today?”
Cas makes a face. “Nothing eventful, if that’s what you mean. I had one customer who I did an hour’s worth of work on. Been dead ever since really. Arch called to say hi. Then Kade called right behind him.”
I look up from my mail again as my mouth falls open. “What'd Kade say? Is he still pissed at me?”
“I don’t think he’s pissed at you now. I told him that River wasn’t a bad guy and that I’d be keeping my eye on him,” Cas looks at River, “no offense.”
River holds up his hands. “None taken.”
“He did say that he had a big surprise later.”
I raise my eyebrows, “A big surprise? What kind of surprise? For who?"
“I think for all of us,” Cas says, leaning on the main counter, pushing his long sleeves up, exposing both of his full sleeves.
I let out a sigh. “He hasn’t talked to me since I told him about me and River.”
Cas lets out a little sigh and looks at his feet as he crosses one leg over the other. “I know. You know he doesn’t mean it. I think it just shocked him. You never were the dating type. Then this guy barged in.” He points to River laughing. “Jokes aside, you know that Kade would never be mad at you for long. You two have been friends for years. Call him, talk to him, and work shit out. For all our sakes.”
I give him a little nod and purse my lips. He does have a point. Kade and I've been friends for years. Kade was the first person I hired and we were instant best friends. We’ve gotten into fights over stupid shit like everyone has with their buddies, but we’ve always gotten over it. That’s what real friends do, you know? They work shit out and get over it. I just worry that it’s different this time. That being with River, has sent Kade over the edge in some weird way.
“How was Arch doing?” I say, making a quick change of subject.
“Misses you like crazy. Hates L.A. with a passion. And he can't wait to meet River.”
I let out a little
laugh and shake my head. “And just why in the hell does he want to meet River?”
“He said that he has to meet the man who completely stole your heart and congratulate him.”
I hear River let out a chuckle. “Well, I’d be happy to meet him.”
“You two care if I go nab some lunch?”
“Oh no, not at all. Can you do me a favor and pick me up something? And maybe a chai tea from No Doze, please?” I turn looking at River with pouty eyes. “Please…” I let my voice trail as I silently mouth the word “Daddy.”
River nods and begins pulling out his wallet, grabbing two twenties and passing them to Cas. “Get her whatever she wants and me a burger, fries, and pop. Everything on the burger if you don’t mind, please.”
“Thank you, Cas,” I smile.
“No problem, you two just behave in here,” he laughs, “no sex on the counter.”
My eyes grow large and I let out a little nervous giggle. “Don’t be stupid. Go get lunch. Take your time.”
Cas heads for the door and River looks at me, “Hungry princess?”
“Starved,” I say softly, flicking through one of the magazines for shop supplies that’s come in the mail. “I guess we should have eaten before we came in, but I was so comfortable and honestly the movie was too good to interrupt.”
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