Boss Daddy

by Shanna Handel

  “That’s my good girl. But I still want to help you relieve the stress. You know what else is good for relaxing?” he asked.

  “No, Daddy. Tell me,” I said.

  “A good, hard fuck. Like the one I gave you in the barn that day,” he said.

  I moaned, remembering the day he spoke of. “I’m feeling less stressed already.” Hayes lifted my hips, moving me off his lap and over the edge of the bed. Moments later he was behind me, the sound of his belt buckle making my nipples further harden. He rubbed his rock-hard cock against the entrance of my wet pussy. Pushing within me, a burning pain shot through my pussy. I moaned as he slid further in, his balls pressing against my ass as he gave me his full length.

  He began pumping hard and fast, and I gathered the sheets in my hands as I screamed, “Oh, my God!” Each fuck was a hard, punishing invasion that made my pussy weep and tighten around his cock. I began making a strange mewing noise as I stood up on tiptoe, pushing my toes into the carpet and my breasts further into the mattress as I took what he gave me. “Unh, unh, unh,” I cried as my hips lifted to meet his force-filled pumps.

  He had only been inside me for a few moments, but between lying over his lap naked, his hand spanking my ass, and the way he had called himself my daddy and said I was naughty, and oh my, threatened to spank me in public, it was too much. Tears stung at my eyes as I locked around his cock and came with an explosion. My entire body went rigid as the waves of pleasure tore through my pussy. Then, I collapsed against the bed as he continued to fuck me to his own sweaty climax.

  * * *

  Later that night I lay in our hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. Our intense lovemaking session had taken away ninety percent of the stress I felt. But there was still that nagging ten percent, whispering in my ear about how many people would be watching me in the morning. And I absolutely hated the speech that I had written. I was not a blogger—I was a wedding planner. So how on Earth was I supposed to give a speech on writing a successful blog? As Hayes slept in the bed, I sat at the hotel desk, my pussy still sore, and chewed on the end of my pen.

  Didn’t someone famous once say, ‘write what you know’?

  Here was what I knew—how to plan a wedding, and how to make a list.

  Pamela’s advice was to begin to cater to wedding planners through my blog. She suggested that in addition to blogging about my events, I should write articles for my readers about the less pretty side of things—the working, moving pieces of wedding planning.

  I was a little intimidated by the writing aspect of a real blog. In the past I had mostly posted pictures with descriptions on the site. I had decided to start with a simple piece—a list.

  After all, Pamela had seen me scribbling furiously in my notebook and had asked to read them. I had shown her a few and she had loved them. And, can you ever go wrong with a Top Ten list?

  Flipping over my computer, I scanned my latest blog post. Nerves danced in my stomach as I reread it, wondering what the readers thought of the change from my usual.

  Top Ten ways to make a bride’s dreams come true, by Louanne Dixon

  Always, always, always listen to your bride. You will be surprised to know that you may be the only one in her life that is actually listening to her concerns, desires, and goals. Weddings often bring out the worst in family members and attention is placed on themselves and not the bride. Give her that support by being there for her during what is meant to be the most special event of her life, but what can also be the most stressful.

  There is no such thing as a bridezilla. Just a poorly managed bride. If your bride is showing those ‘zilla-like qualities, see point number one. Most likely she just needs to feel like someone listening to her.

  Set the budget from the get-go, and stick with it. No one day is worth being in debt for the rest of your life. Make sure the bride knows how much she has to spend from day one, then stay with that number. Never, ever encourage said bride to blow said budget.

  Find clever ways to save money on decorations. Thrift stores have gorgeous crystal platters and goblets for dollars. Do not underestimate your local dollar store. They often have higher end items in their party section that just happened to be overstock from more expensive stores. Offer to go in with the bride fifty-fifty if she lets you keep the décor. She’s saving money and you’ll have a fantastic stock of decorations for some of your tighter budgets.

  Serve food the bride and groom actually like to eat. This is a tricky one because they will have every family member they know—including third cousins they’ve only met once—filling them in on their likes, dislikes, allergies, etc. I once had to feed a bride a granola bar straight out of my purse because there was nothing at her wedding she could eat. Boy, I learned my lesson after that one!

  Don’t forget to feed the bride and groom. Trust me—they will be so busy talking and dancing and shaking hands, they may not get a chance to eat. Be sure to fix them each a plate and find a quiet moment for them to eat together. Of all the things you do for your bride, I guarantee this is the one that will be the most appreciated on the big day.

  Double, triple, quadruple check your vendors. Do not leave it up to chance. I call all my vendors the day before the wedding as well as again on the big day to be sure they have the correct time and place. If they don’t pick up, I double call. I’ve even been known to block my number, so they don’t know it’s me. I like to have my verbal commitment twice in the twenty-four-hour time.

  Never, ever let a guest that is not part of the wedding party make a speech. Trust me on this one—listening to her uncle Larry tell all of her closest friends how the wart on his hand that refused to go away reminded him of the groom’s persistence while courting his shapely niece is not how the bride wants to spend her big day.

  Take the time to save mementos for her. Ask for a (clean) stack of paper napkins from the bakery that did the cake. Find a discarded bouquet of flowers and dry them for her. Keep the notes you took while planning and put them all in a pretty folder to give her after the wedding.

  Take care of yourself. How can you be there for your bride on her big day if you aren’t taking care of yourself? Go to bed early the night before. Eat a big breakfast—it’s probably the only meal you’ll get the day of the wedding. Throw some snacks in your purse. And take time to do your hair and look your best. A frazzled wedding planner is not going to give the bride the confidence she needs to feel in order to walk down that aisle.

  It wasn’t half bad. I read the list one more time. Sitting back in my chair, I contemplated. If I couldn’t tell these women how to run their blog, I could at least share with them my knowledge about how to plan a wedding, and how to take care of a bride. It may not make them any money, but it’s what I knew how to do. And every woman, at some point in her life, finds herself the one in charge of taking care of a bride. So at least I wouldn’t be completely wasting their time.

  I grabbed my notebook from my bag and started jotting down some talking points based on my list.

  At seven o’clock the next morning I stood before a crowd of one thousand women and told them the top ten ways to make a bride’s dreams come true. I received a standing ovation that warmed my heart. But it couldn’t top the feeling I got from the look in Hayes’ eyes when he came up to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “I’m so proud of you, baby girl.”

  During the rest of the day we blew off the conference. I was too strung out on adrenaline afterwards to sit still and listen to lectures. Instead, we explored New York with our friends. I took my first subway ride (I found being underground with hundreds of people disgusting and I wanted to take a shower afterwards) ate hotdogs in Central Park (made me miss Memaw’s cooking and our sit-down lunches in the Mess Hall), and saw a Broadway show. I did enjoy the show.

  Then, as one would expect when letting my little sister, carefree Georgia, and wild woman Bridgette go shopping in a big, classy city like New York, the girls got into trouble. Brody was very clear that we were always t
o stay together. He gave us a long lecture about being in a strange city and strength in numbers, etc., that came complete with ‘the look’ and ‘the tone’ that told us he meant business. After a few hours of shopping on Fifth Avenue, we were to meet back at the hotel lobby then we would all get ready for a late dinner out.

  Well, that never happened.

  Instead, we of course got split up from one another. As per my request, we started our outing at Bergdorf Goodman, a former Vanderbilt Mansion turned department store. Georgia was itching to get to the three-story Dolce & Gabbana and check out the leopard print mini-dresses while Bridgette had her heart set on spending money on the rock-stud gear at Valentino. Josie was just a ball of spastic energy, ready to hop from one store to the next.

  With only a limited amount of time, we all agreed it would be best to split up, then meet back outside the hotel at seven forty-five p.m. What Brody had said made sense, but we women were on a mission. And how often does a group of girls in from the middle of nowhere Wyoming get to shop on Fifth Avenue?

  Our plan was to stroll into the lobby to meet Brody and Hayes at eight o’clock, and the men would be none the wiser. With our glossy packages in hand, we would float up the elevators to dress for dinner in our rooms, then be off to make our reservations at The League of Kitchens. Nothing looks sillier than a group of grown women making a pinky promise outside the doors of one of the world’s most famous department stores, but we did. Locking little fingers, we all swore we would be outside our hotel at the right time.

  Fast forward to eight fifteen: I’d been patiently waiting outside the hotel since seven-thirty, with Georgia—who came flying toward me with her hair blowing behind her and more packages than a woman should be able to carry, at seven fifty-five—standing beside me in a brand new tiny dress. A very livid Brody and Hayes were flanking us like bodyguards.

  Josie came tripping up the street, the heel of her broken patent leather shoe in one hand, a half-eaten soft pretzel in the other. Bridgette was running beside her, wearing a necklace that looked like a dog collar and holding a large plastic cup of what looked suspiciously like a margarita, and three giant shopping bags.

  Josie and Bridgette were sent to their room and grounded from dinner. Brody marched Georgia off to their room, one hand wrapped firmly around her leopard-printed bottom as they exited. And Hayes took me upstairs for a good old-fashioned ‘talking to.’ His arm was around my shoulder, he carried my shopping bags in his hand. My tummy did flip-flops as the elevator rose to our floor. I could feel him tense beside me, the anger practically radiating off his body. Without looking over at his profile, I knew that little muscle in his jaw was jumping. Daddy was not happy.

  We both stared forward at the elevator doors. A quiet ‘ding’ announced our arrival. As the doors opened, Hayes leaned down, his breath hot in my ear. “Having to be punished twice in one trip? I have a solution for unruly behavior. You know what it is?”

  Biting my lip, I shook my head. A shiver ran down my spine as I murmured, “Uh-uh.”

  “My cock in your ass.” He grabbed my arm, leading me from the elevator to our room. My jaw dropped to my chest, my bottom clenching as I walked. He unlocked our door.

  “W-what?”

  “You heard me.” Tossing the bags on the chair, he locked the door. “Take off all your clothes.”

  Knots formed in my stomach. Chill bumps rose on my arms. I stared at his face. His gray eyes flashed, his jaw tightening as he waited. Quickly, I slipped off my heels. The dress was easy enough to remove. I pulled it up and over my head and stood before him in nothing but my bra and panties.

  He crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t make me wait.”

  My pussy gushed at the sight of his lifted brow. My fingers fumbled with the hooks of my bra, eventually freeing my breasts. My nipples were already pebbled from his commanding tone. I slipped my panties down, kicking them from my foot onto the floor.

  Hayes’ eyes roved over me hungrily. He sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap. “Come lie over me.”

  Giving him one long, pleading look, I tiptoed toward him. Grabbing my hips, he guided me into place so that I was over his lap as he would if he were going to spank me. “Relax your muscles,” he said. His hand began lightly stroking my bare back. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I unclenched my muscles. “Spread your legs.”

  Shame pulsed through my being as I spread my legs over his lap. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and pressing my cheek into the back of my hands on the bed. His finger slipped into my pussy. I gasped at his touch, my pussy quivering as his finger made its entrance, swirling and collecting my juices. His finger left my pussy, sliding up my perineum. I wanted to clench my bottom but I resisted. He touched my rosebud and my eyes squeezed shut tighter. I couldn’t believe this was happening! No one had ever been near this place of my body. Nor had it ever crossed my mind that a lover would show interest in it. My head spun as his fingertip, slick with my juices, explored my quivering entrance. My nipples tightened, my pussy clenched as he slipped into my bottom. “Relax. Embrace the sensation.”

  Breathing deeply, I allowed my body to respond to his intrusion. There was a stinging pain as a second finger pushed past my tight entrance. The inside of my bottom stretched and I gasped as his fingers moved inside of me. I felt out of control, yet curiously turned on. The stimulation was overwhelming, and I let out a whimper. I bit my lip, my fingertips gathering the bedding and squeezing it as his fingers pumped within me.

  The feeling was like nothing I’d experienced before. As Hayes had told me it would, a wave of submission washed over me. My body and soul belonged to him. My pussy got wetter, my body relaxing. “Good girl. Your bottom responds so nicely to my touch.” His fingers remained inside my ass as his other hand stroked my quivering bottom. “Daddy needs to punish you for not listening. Daddy’s spankings aren’t enough, are they, precious Luna? I need your full submission. And I’ll get it by punishing this tight little bottom of yours.”

  I gasped as a sharp spank landed on my ass, leaving my cheek jiggling. He pressed his fingers further within me, causing my toes to curl and my legs to spread further. Another spank landed on the inside of my upper thigh. I cried out as the sting danced along my skin, his fingers pumping within my ass once more.

  “Bad, bad girl. Let me feel that pussy and see if having Daddy play with your bottom makes you excited. I can smell it on you already.” I panted as his free hand slapped my ass once more. Then, a finger from his other hand slipped inside my aching pussy. My ass was full, my pussy was full. My bottom was stinging from his spanks. My clit was pulsing, wanting nothing more than to be rubbed into an orgasm. “Just as I suspected—dripping wet. Naughty, naughty. My little girl loves when Daddy plugs her bottom. Time to punish this tight little hole with my cock.”

  “There’s... there’s no way it will... fit,” I protested, looking over my shoulder at him. Nerves fluttered in my tummy while my nipples further tightened against the cool bedding.

  “It’ll fit.” Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from me. My little stretched rosebud quivered as he made his exit. The inside of my bottom felt strangely empty, making me wonder what it would feel like when it was his big cock in my ass instead of his two fingers. My pussy wanted his fingers back inside me. I pressed my legs together, trying to give my aching clit some relief. A sweat broke out on my forehead; I was unsure of what would happen next.

  His hand went to my waist, my skin tingling where he grasped me. My face burned with embarrassment as he guided me off his lap and stood me before him. My nipples were hard little pebbles, goosebumps rose on my chilled, nude skin as he looked over my body—the body his fingers had just entered in the most intrusive way. And that was nothing compared to what he had promised to do to me. Despite my fear, my pussy clenched, a gush of excitement pooling between my thighs.

  My pussy tightened as he commanded, “Lie over the bed.” Eager to be out of his all-consuming gaze, I turned around my back to hi
m and quickly bent myself over the bed. Cool air rushed over my bare skin. My feet pressed into the carpet as I stretched my upper body, resting my face on my hands. Nerves danced in my stomach. My fingers trembled as they locked together beneath my cheek.

  He left me alone, naked and lying over the bed, my bare ass fully exposed as I could hear him crossing the room. The familiar sound of the unzipping of a bag made me wonder, what could he possibly be retrieving? When I sensed he was once again behind me, I shuddered. Moisture pooled between my thighs as the sound of him unbuckling his belt filled the room.

  “Spread those gorgeous legs,” he demanded.

  This was really happening. Hayes had complete control over me and I had no say in whether he would perform the dark act on my body. It scared me, and thrilled me, pushing me beyond my level of comfort into a zone of eroticism I had never experienced. Would it hurt? Would he even be able to get that massive cock inside my poor, tight little bottom? A sharp slap on my ass made me yelp and return to the moment.

  I could hear the sound of my wetness as I spread my legs, obeying his command. Cold air rushed between my legs, caressing my folds and causing my pussy to tremble. The fronts of his thighs were against mine, his hard cock nestling in between my legs. I shifted my weight, spreading my legs further until I could feel the head of his cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy.

  Surprised relief and a tinge of disappointment washed over me that he had not pursued my rosebud after all. He pushed his cock within me and I let out a great moan as he filled me. Slowly, his cock pressed further, my pussy responding with a tightening to every inch it was given. My sheath wrapped around him as a slow warmth traveled over my whole body. Pulling back, his fingers gripped into my hips as he thrust back in, hard and fast. I cried out in pleasure and pain as the full length of his cock pounded into my pussy. Shivers danced over my neck as one of his hands left my hip and gathered my hair into a knot, giving it a firm tug. I moaned as my head arched back.