Daddy Dom

by Lucy Wild

  I couldn’t meet the doorman’s eye when we got inside the Riverside Building. As the lift doors closed, I glanced up at Dominic but he was just looking straight ahead, his face stern. “When we get inside, you are to refer to me as Daddy,” he said. “I am your Daddy and you are my bad little girl who apparently cannot be on time for anything.”

  Hearing him refer to me that way was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me but he’d only just started. The lift doors slid open and he brought me into his penthouse, passing straight through to the bedroom. Then he just began to undress me without a word spoken, his eyes dark, his expression menacing. When he knelt on the floor and began sliding my panties down, I froze, unable to move, unable to think. I was naked and he was still dressed in his suit. It felt so one sided, as if I was nothing more than a toy, a plaything for him to entertain himself with.

  Without knowing it was happening, I blurted out, “Kiss me,” as he stood up and put his arms around me, his face less than an inch from mine. “Please kiss me, Daddy.”

  His lips brushed over mine and I had to stretch to reach up and kiss him. I balanced on tiptoes as he teased me, his tongue sliding into my mouth a moment before he grabbed my ass. A moan escaped me as I melted in his arms, just in time for him to sweep me upwards into the air. He kept planting kisses on me as he carried me through to his bedroom. I could feel his hardness between my legs, even through his trousers, and it made me wetter than ever.

  I refused to let go of him but when he began kissing my neck, I lost my grip and he was able to lower me onto the bed. He tormented me by making me think he was about to touch my aching nipples, his mouth moving down my chest but then he moved away, leaving me frustrated beyond belief.

  “Where are you going?” I asked. “Come back, Daddy.”

  “You need to wear this,” he said, pulling a blindfold out of his drawer.

  My heart raced even faster and I had to fight to control my breathing when the blindfold slid over my eyes, turning everything dark.

  “On your front,” he commanded.

  I obeyed at once, rolling onto my front, breathing in the scent of his pillow. “Arm out,” he growled from next to me and I automatically pushed my hand towards him, feeling soft silk wrapped round my wrist a moment later. I thought I might pass out, I was so turned on and he’d not done anything except kiss me. As he bound my limbs in place, I suddenly felt scared. I was trapped now, completely at his mercy. He could do absolutely anything to me and there was nothing I could do about it. The most guilt inducing part was knowing how excited that made me feel.

  Nothing happened for a deliciously tormenting few seconds. I could hear the rustling of clothing and I grew even wetter at the thought that he must be undressing. Then out of nowhere, his lips pressed to the ankle of my left foot and I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise. My gasp turned into a moan as he began to kiss his way up me, the feel of his bare skin on my leg making me shudder. He was going to fuck me. Any moment he’d be inside me. I could hardly wait.

  When he kissed my ass, I bit the pillow, knowing if I didn’t, I’d scream at him, beg him to fuck me. I could hardly breathe, a situation not helped by him laying his body over mine, crushing me with his bulk, the heat of his cock sliding between my thighs as I tugged at the bonds holding me in place, wanting him in me, needing him to bury himself in my pussy, ease the painful ache of emptiness that was overwhelming my senses.

  He didn’t slide into me and it was torture. Instead he began kissing the back of my neck, the tip of his cock brushing over my clit, nudging against it whilst I ground my hips back towards him, trying to get him to enter me. I nearly screamed again when he moved back down me, his lips tracing a line down my spine before he suddenly spread my buttocks apart, his tongue flicking into somewhere no one had ever been. I let out a deep groan of desire as all of a sudden the sensation vanished and he was off the bed, leaving me squirming with need.

  “Are you ready for your punishment?” he asked. I heard something moving but I had no idea what it was.

  “Be gentle with me,” I muttered, my hips still shifting as I tried to press my clit into the bed, anything to ease the throbbing need in me.

  “It’s too late for gentle,” he replied and a second later I was in agony.

  I had no idea what it was but something had just whipped down and stung my ass and it wasn’t his hand. Whatever it was, it was smaller, a sharper pain than a spank, a stinging pain that I couldn’t bear, it was too much to handle.

  I heard the sound of movement again and I just managed to scream, “Stop,” in time before another blow landed on me. Something thudded into the bed next to me and I wasn’t turned on anymore, I was terrified and in pain and I had to get out of there. “Let me go.”

  TWELVE

  DOMINIC

  I untied her wrists first, doing my best to comfort her. She was too young, too innocent for any of this. I’d been a fool to think she was ready. I’d allowed my thoughts to become clouded by my lust. “You should get dressed,” I said as I untied the other bonds.

  I turned my back on her, scooping up my clothes and disappearing into my en-suite. I pulled the door closed and dressed quickly. I stepped back out to find her sat on the edge of the bed, still naked, her shoulders slumped downwards. “Come on,” I said, walking over and taking her hand, pulling her to her feet. “Let’s get you dressed.”

  She stood perfectly still, not moving, not speaking. I had to make her step into her panties, tugging them up her legs and into place, trying to ignore the stunningly beautiful sight of her pussy as it vanished from view. I couldn’t fuck her now, not after that. I passed her bra over her arms, leaving her to hook it in place while I picked up her dress. “Arms up,” I said, waiting until her hands slid above her head, allowing me to finish dressing her.

  “Let’s get your shoes on,” I said, leading her back to the bed. She sat silently on the edge but as I slipped her shoes onto her feet, she blurted out, “I’m so sorry.”

  “What for?” I asked, standing up and facing her.

  “For everything. For leading you on, for going all weird.”

  She looked like she was on the verge of crying. I grabbed the car key before pulling open the front door. “Come on,” I said, waving her over. “Let’s get you home.”

  She looked as if she was about to say something but then she just nodded and, still sniffling, followed me out to the lift. As the doors closed, I glanced at her before looking away again. “I apologise for misreading your boundaries,” I said just before the lift doors opened onto the lobby. “It will not happen again.”

  She didn’t reply, just meekly followed me out to the car. She didn’t say anything at all until we reached her house. The entire journey was depressing. I’d thought I had read the signals right but I had clearly been a fool. When I killed the engine, she turned to me and said, “Why did you do that?”

  I ignored the pain in her voice. It was almost over, she’d be gone in a minute and I’d never have to see her again. “I have certain needs,” I replied. “I thought that you were someone who could meet those needs but I was clearly mistaken. You should go.”

  She nodded slowly before climbing out of the car and walking up the path to her house. I watched her go. It was a shame. She still looked sexy as hell, even with her shoulders slumped downwards like that. But there was absolutely no point having contact with her any longer. The downside of someone that innocent was that it was always a gamble how they would react to a man like me.

  I had been so sure though. That was the thing that stuck with me as I drove away. I’d never doubted myself before. I’d never been wrong about a woman before. She was made to submit to me. But the pain in her voice when the crop struck her had not been that of a girl lost in the moment. It had been shock and fear and though I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on to have so much power over her, I couldn’t take advantage of one so weak. I was not an animal, after all.

  I vowed to put her ou
t of my mind. I’d made a mistake and I wouldn’t make another one. She wasn’t right for me. I had coerced her into my bed and when she realised the type of person I was, she could not have been clearer about her reaction to that. I had got it wrong. Time to move on.

  I went home via a bar. Sitting with a drink in my hand, I mulled over what had happened, running over the events of the evening again and again. She must have known what punishment meant. She must have known what to expect when she agreed to come to my house. Christ, the way she’d acted, you’d think she’d never seen a crop before.

  I paused, the glass halfway to my mouth. Was that it? Was she a fucking virgin? Was that why she’d been so shocked when the crop landed on that perfect ass of hers? It would make sense, I realised. Trying to act more confident than she was, the way she’d been so eager to please me from the moment we first met. Just my luck if she was. I meet someone who would make the ideal little girl for me and it turns out she’s more of a little girl than I could have imagined.

  I drained the glass and ordered another. I’d get someone to drive the car back, I wanted another drink. I wanted to forget the shocked scream when she took a blow from the crop. I wanted to forget how close I’d come to ignoring her demand to release her. I didn’t want to think about what might have happened if I’d carried on. I could be in a police station right now instead of a bar, looking at the end of my career and my freedom.

  I stayed in the bar until closing. Staggering out to a waiting cab, I slumped in the back, a thought coming to me. I had to know. Digging out my phone, I found her number and began to type. “Are you a virgin?” I hit send and sank back, waiting to hear what she had to say in response. It was almost as if I’d decided that if she was, it would solve my little quandary. It would take away this horrible feeling that I had misread her, misunderstood her. I didn’t like that feeling. I liked to know exactly who and what I was dealing with. That’s the nature of being dominant, of being a Daddy. You want a little girl to look after but they need to know and accept what that involves. Otherwise, what’s the point?

  She replied a couple of minutes later. “No.”

  “Then why the fuck did you react like that?” A message I would never have sent if I was sober. It was nowhere near controlled enough.

  She didn’t reply. I gave it until I got home before sending a final message. “I think you want to submit to me but you’re afraid to be who you really are. You’re my little girl, Evangeline.”

  Then I went to bed, falling asleep within seconds, the alcohol coursing through my veins. I’d have a hell of a hangover in the morning.

  THIRTEEN

  EVANGELINE

  I managed not to cry all the way home. I wanted to. I came close several times. When the crop first fell on me, the shock had hurt more than the pain. The shock of him doing it to me made me want to cry but there was a deeper shock, a shock that left me numb, unable to think, unable to act, unable to do anything but let him dress me.

  It was the shock of knowing that I’d liked it. I shouldn’t have liked it. He’d inflicted pain on me while I’d been utterly unable to defend myself. I’d been at his mercy as he punished me and somewhere inside, I’d enjoyed the sting, the intensity, the helplessness.

  Being at his mercy like that, it had felt so intense to just be his. But when he’d struck me, I felt something I’d never felt before. The only way I could describe it would be that being at his mercy like that meant that I’d been given permission by him to enjoy the pain. It wasn’t a feeling I could handle, hence my utter inability to remain in place. “Let me go,” I screamed, twisting the bonds around my wrists to try and free myself.

  I couldn’t say anything. I was too scared, I was too upset. The feeling was so deep that it became a numbness, the only way I could handle such extreme emotions, block them out and pretend they didn’t exist.

  When the sobs rose up in me, I swallowed them back down. “You should get dressed,” he said and already I felt far away. By the time I was dressed, I was starting to come back but the waves of emotion were still too much for me.

  I muttered an apology and that was enough to bring the sobs rising up in me again. When he told me he was going to take me home, I sank into despair once more. I’d ruined it. I’d ruined any chance I had of a relationship with him, any chance of being his. It was all my fault.

  When the car stopped outside my house, I had to say something, it might be my last chance to ever speak to him. He already looked like he couldn’t wait for me to be out of his car and out of his life. “Why did you do that?” I asked, hardly able to look him in the eye.

  “I have certain needs…”

  I ran over those words of his again and again afterwards as I walked up to the house. He thought he was mistaken about me. I should go. I should go. That was what finally brought the tears rolling down my cheeks. I climbed into bed and buried my face in the pillow. The thought was enough to make me sob. He’d made me feel so good about submitting to his punishment. I shouldn’t feel good about that, it wasn’t right. The thoughts turned into questions and the questions turned into guilt, guilt and shame that kept me crying for a very long time.

  His text message came through at the same moment that Clare walked in on me. “What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting her hand on my back. “What the hell happened?”

  I rolled over, trying to ignore the thumping headache that I always got when I’d been crying. “I fucked it,” I muttered, bursting into tears again.

  “Hey,” she said, pulling me into her arms and beginning to stroke my hair. “Shush, just calm down a minute.” She waited until the tears subsided before continuing. “Tell me what happened.”

  I summed up my night as quickly as I could. “I saw the crop on the bed next to me,” I said when I’d finished.

  “So he made you his sub and he didn’t even ask you first?”

  “A sub?” I muttered. “What?”

  “A submissive. God, Evangeline, this isn’t your fault, you know that, right?” She pointed at the phone still gripped in my hand. “Was that text from him?”

  She snatched it from me. “That creep.”

  “What? What does it say?”

  He’s asking if you’re a virgin. Where the hell does he get off?”

  “What are you doing?” I asked as she began to type.

  “I’m going to tell him it’s none of his business and he can fuck off. No one treats my friends like that.”

  “No, don’t do that,” I replied, lunging for the phone.

  She tugged it away from me. “It’s for the best,” she said, wrestling me for it. She yanked her arm back as I grabbed it and then she lost her grip on the phone. It flew from her hand, crashing into my chest of drawers.

  “Oh, great,” I said, reaching for it and picking it up. “It’s dead. Well done.”

  “Evangeline,” she said, her eyes widening. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

  It turned into an argument, a bickering argument that ended with her telling me I couldn’t let men walk all over me and me telling her to get out and never come back. She left, slamming the door after her and I sank back onto the bed, trying and failing to bring the phone back to life.

  Was that what he thought had happened? That I’d never had sex before and that was why I’d gotten so scared? If only he knew that the thing that scared me wasn’t the thought of him fucking me, it was the fact that I’d enjoyed the crop landing on my buttocks, the pain lashing through me, the intensity of the feeling, like nothing I’d ever known before.

  I apologised to Clare an hour later. She was vegetating in front of the TV, eating ice cream from the tub. She handed me the second spoon she had ready when I emerged from my room. We sat and watched TV together without saying anything, sharing the ice cream while I did my best to forget what had happened.

  I just wanted to forget him. Because if I thought about him, I thought about how he’d made me feel and how I wanted to sub
mit to him and how terrifying that thought was. It made a deep fear gnaw away at the pit of my stomach and all the ice cream in the world wouldn’t make it go away. Not that that stopped me from finishing the tub.

  FOURTEEN

  DOMINIC

  I knew it was going to be bad when Archibald refused to meet at the office. He gave me one excuse after another and in the end we had to schedule to go to Tempur Associates, Greg waiting for me when I arrived in the car park. “Still driving that ridiculous drop-top rollerskate?” he asked as I climbed out.

  “You told me to buy it. I’m the face, remember?”

  “I told you to buy something that would make a good impression on clients.”

  “I did. Now are we are going to talk cars all day or are we going to get this done?”

  “Let’s go,” he said, his demeanour immediately changing. Gone was the wry smile and in its place was a fixed frown. It matched my own face. We meant business. Despite all our disagreements over the years, when it came down to it, no one stood a chance against the two of us. It had been like that for years. When my father started to take a back foot, Greg took up the slack and there’d been no stopping us ever since. Until this thirty million pound fly in the ointment of course.

  We walked in sync past the receptionist who looked and then looked away. The lift took less than a minute to carry us to up the nineteenth floor. Another receptionist was waiting for us when the lift opened. “Good afternoon,” she said, a winning smile plastered on her lips. “If you’d like to follow me, Mr Tempur is ready for you.”