by Renee Rose
She reached them forward and he exhaled. She did want this.
He lifted the skirt of her dress and peeled the snug-fitting gown up over her hips. She wore a pair of the new panties he’d bought, satin with a heart-shaped cutout in the back to show the cleavage of her ass. He ran his hand over her luscious curves. “I might have to leave these on while I spank you.” He hooked his fingers in the elastic. “On second thought, they will make a beautiful frame for my work when I’m finished.”
Marissa only shifted but he sensed a giggle in her. Encouraged, he picked up the riding crop he’d stowed in the corner. “I’d been planning on having you wear your new school girl outfit to try this out,” he said, swishing it through the air, “but it seems you have need of it now.”
Her shoulders stiffened at the sound. He smoothed back the hair covering her face so he could watch her expression. Tapping the crop on her vulnerable backside, he said, “Last chance. Tell me what’s bothering you.”
She said nothing.
He brought the crop down smartly.
She yelped, starting to erect herself.
He pushed her torso back down and made a tsking sound. “Sorry, sweetheart. There’s only one way to get yourself out of this position, and it’s to tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.” He waited a few beats for her to reply and when she didn’t, he brought the crop down again, making a red weal directly below the first one.
She whimpered.
He tapped. “Ready to talk?”
“No,” she said sullenly.
Well, at least she said something. He whipped her with the crop again.
She sucked in her breath, her face screwing up in pain.
“All you have to do is talk, baby.” He kept his voice warm and loving—no stern daddy tonight.
“I can’t,” she whined.
He sliced the crop through the air again.
She cried out, squeezing her buns together, then let out a low moan as she released them.
He ran his hand lightly over the raised welts. “What upset you tonight, love?” he asked.
“I just—”
She squeezed her eyes closed, a tear rolling out of the corner and across the bridge of her nose.
He caught it with his thumb and wiped it away.
“Yes, baby?”
“I just want to know what happens when this is all over.”
His heart contracted. He dropped the crop and pulled up Marissa’s panties. Helping Marissa to stand, he enveloped her in his arms. “I don’t want it to end, sweet girl. I don’t want it ever to end. Do you?”
She buried her face in his neck, pressing her body tightly against his. “No,” she exclaimed, as if offended he’d asked.
He chuckled into her hair, stroking her back. “Are you upset about what I told the reporter? I will go back and tell them everything if you like. How I tamed you, how I take you back here…” He wiggled a finger between her buttcheeks.
She lifted her head and slapped his chest. “Shut up,” she said, laughing through her tears. “You big jerk.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, serious again. “Honestly, sweet girl, I wasn’t sure if you wanted more. I mean, I blackmailed you into this arrangement, which was unfortunate, because then I never knew if you really wanted to be with me or if you were just going along for the ride.”
She narrowed her eyes, the smudge from her wet lashes only making her look more beautiful to him. “How could you not know? You always know how I’m feeling.”
He kissed along the curve of her cheekbone to her temple, then he bit her ear. “Even daddies get nervous about the things that matter most to them.”
She pulled back, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. She laughed with a sob and wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tight. “I need you,” she said. “My whole life I’ve felt lost, like I was just drifting from one influence to the next. With you...I remember who I am. The real me. The silly, stupid me.”
“Hey,” he chided. “You’re talking about the girl I love.”
She laughed through her tears. “I love you, too, Daddy.”
He tugged on her dress. “Take this off, Marissa.”
Her expression became seductive as she slinked her way out of the designer gown.
He picked her up to straddle his waist, biting at her nipple as he walked down the hall to the bedroom. She responded in turn, biting his ear, his neck, unbuttoning his shirt.
*****
Joel laid her down on the bed and pulled off her panties. Picking up her ankles, he lifted them in the air and slapped her exposed bottom. The position pushed her pudenda forward, through her legs, so his palm caught her pussy, already weeping for his touch.
She jerked but didn’t protest, even though the lines from the crop still sent zings of pain ringing through her. She found it only heightened the experience.
He slapped her several more times, then lifted her ankles even higher and lowered his head to stroke along her slit with his tongue.
She moaned, wanting to thrust forward into his mouth, but unable to control anything in the position he held her. “Oh yes...please,” she whimpered.
He ran his tongue along the seam of her outer lips, then parted them and licked his way up to her clit, which he circled and flicked.
“Mmm...ohhh,” she moaned.
He continued, sucking the little swollen nub until she wriggled and writhed against him, frantic for release. He lifted his head and applied his palm to her backside again with several slaps, then returned to his ministrations.
“Oh yes, Joel…”
He penetrated her with his tongue, then returned to her clit, sucking until she couldn’t stand it any longer, and she bucked, an orgasm rocking through her.
When he lifted his head, he looked pleased with himself. He placed her ankles over his shoulders and pulled a condom from his pocket, sliding it on his thick cock. Pressing the head of his manhood against her entrance, he rubbed, parting her and sliding in.
They both groaned.
He gripped the fronts of her thighs, pulling her hips against his with each in-stroke, plowing deeply into her. She gave herself over to him, still relaxed from her orgasm. She watched as his need grew, his movements becoming rougher and slightly erratic.
Just as she thought he was about to climax, he pulled out.
“Daddy’s going to take your naughty back hole tonight,” he said, pressing his cock, still wet with her juices against her tight rosette.
She sucked in her breath, relaxing to allow him in. She felt pressure first, then a burning as he breached her hole, then the overwhelming sensation of fullness. “Ohh,” she moaned, instantly ready to come again. “Oh, please.”
“Yes, baby,” he growled, pushing in and out.
She squeezed her eyes closed, fireworks already exploding behind them. She couldn’t take much more before she shattered. “Joel—Daddy—please!” She nearly wept for release.
“Oh yeah, baby,” he said, shoving in deeply and staying there as he pinched her clit, hard.
She let out a wail as the most delicious release swept over her body and she lost her mind entirely.
By the time she came back to reality, Joel had pulled out and was cleaning her with a damp washcloth.
“You’re everything to me,” she murmured.
He smiled. “Am I?”
She nodded.
“That’s good, because I want you to prove it.”
She pushed herself up on her forearms and blinked, trying to wake up her brain. “What do you mean?”
He went to the dresser and came back with a box. “I have something for you.”
He opened it and pulled out a beautiful yellow gemstone heart pendant, hanging on a black ribboned cord. “I want you to wear this, sweetheart, to show you’re my babygirl. Will you do that?”
She sat up, warmth pouring into her chest. She reached for it, her fingers still trembling from the intense sex they’d just had. “It’s beau
tiful. What is the stone?”
“Lemon citrine. Do you like it?”
“I love it,” she breathed, holding it to her chest, tears shining in her eyes. “It’s perfect.”
“Let me put it on you,” he said, taking it from her and reached around behind her neck to fasten the clasp. “I want it on at all times, unless you ask my permission to take it off or wear something else. Or unless you’re in costume, of course.”
His words made her nipples and pussy thrum. She was his. Truly his.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, giving him her best fluttery-lashed gaze.
He fell onto her, holding the back of her head as he pushed her back onto the bed, his lips meeting hers with a renewed hunger. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I’m yours, Daddy,” she murmured.
“You’ll always be my baby girl,” he said. “And Daddy will take very good care of his little princess.” He kissed her again with passion and promise, filling her heart with joy as he proceeded to show her pleasure once more.
Also By Renee Rose / Darling Adams
http://www.reneeroseromance.com
Yes, Doctor
When Dr. Darren Drake catches his Certified Nurse Assistant smoking behind the clinic and gushing on the phone about him, he decides she requires punishment: an embarrassing examination including anal play. Playing around with an employee opens him up for sexual harassment charges or getting kicked out of his practice, but when Chloe asks for more, he just can’t resist.
Despite working in an OB/Gyn clinic, Chloe hates doctors. Their know-it-all God-playing rubs her the wrong way—until the man she refers to as Dr. Dreamy shows her giving up control might fulfill fantasies of submission she never knew she had. He seems to enjoy torturing her in the most delicious ways, but he also reduces her to stammers and blushes, which makes it hard to get to know one another. Can he use his dominance to remove all semblance of control, leaving her with no option but to obey and show her true heart?
http://www.Microsoft Word/Yes-Doctor-Darling-Adams-ebook/dp/B00MSFTC54
Mob Mistress, Book Two in The Bossman Series
When Chicago hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman. Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man.
Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he's no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package -- a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn't have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties. Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?
http://www.Microsoft Word/Mob-Mistress-Book-Two-Bossman-ebook/dp/B00S7PC0IU
Punishing Portia
When well-known chef and restaurateur David Marone recognizes the food critic who just lambasted him in a review on the charity auction block, he bids an inordinate amount to keep her as his slave for three nights. He remembers the haughty foodie from culinary school seventeen years earlier, and relishes the idea of getting even with her for her mean-spirited review.
Portia Sands hopes the dark and gorgeous Chicago chef who won the bid for her at the Castle charity auction doesn’t know her real identity as the food critic who tore him apart in a review the week before. She finds he hasn’t changed since culinary school–still arrogant, over-confident and domineering. Unfortunately, he has the same effect on her now as he did then: reducing her to a trembling mass of jello.
When he pushes her to her limits, placing her in a cage like a pet, she discovers he knows who she is, and means to exact revenge. She considers calling the Castle safeword to end their time together, but some part of her won’t allow it. Somehow she must survive three nights as his slave and keep her heart in the process.
http://www.Microsoft Word/Punishing-Portia-Masters-Castle-Darling-ebook/dp/B00UKGC7ZK
