Daddy Says

by Maggie Ryan

  Her daddy lifted her up and onto her feet. “How about we cook together?”

  “Yes!”

  “All right then, let’s get you dressed and raid the kitchen.”

  She was a bit surprised when he had to stoop down to pick up her panties as she’d had no idea they’d come off, most likely when she’d been kicking during her whipping. As she lifted her feet to step into them and he pulled them up her legs, she blushed, hoping he wouldn’t realize how wet she was. She’d been being punished and was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to be aroused.

  When his hand cupped her sex, his finger stroking over her clit, she moaned.

  “You’re a very wet little girl, aren’t you?”

  “Ye-yes, sir, I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” he said, giving her cunny a pat before removing his hand to finish pulling her panties over her bottom. “It makes Daddy happy to know that his little one is ready for him even when her bottom has been set on fire.”

  “Oh,” she managed, wishing he’d do something about the other fire just being with him kindled, but remembered what he’d said about not allowing pleasure after a punishment. Taking his hand, she knew she’d gladly give up an entire pot of coffee if only he’d lift the ban and allow her to feel her daddy filling her pussy with his cock as he’d done her mouth.

  Chapter Twelve

  The kitchen was a chef’s dream come true. Stainless steel appliances gleamed amid black countertops, weathered gray planks covered the floor and a pattern of gray, white, and red tiles of the backsplash beneath pristine white cabinets gave the entire room a clean and welcoming feel. Janie had practically swooned at the sight of a professional grade coffee machine, clapping her hands and bouncing on the balls of her feet as he loaded it with beans. The aroma as they ground with a push of a button had her inhaling deeply.

  “You really are a coffee addict, aren’t you?” Sawyer teased.

  “Guilty as charged,” she admitted. Tearing her eyes away from the liquid dripping into the carafe, she smiled up at him. “Your kitchen is awesome. I’d never want to go out when I could cook right here.”

  Unhooking a gleaming copper skillet from the rack above the six-burner range, he grinned. “I’ll confess that while I can throw a simple meal together, I usually leave all the cooking to Mrs. West.” Setting the pan down, he continued, “And, if I hadn’t gone out, I wouldn’t have found you. Now, how about omelets?”

  Coffee forgotten, she had frozen the moment he mentioned Mrs. West. He had a driver, a doorman who greeted him by name, lived in a building that bore his name on the outside. Of course he’d have a cook. No man as successful and busy as he would do his own cooking and cleaning. Was someone else in the apartment with them? She’d not yet seen the whole apartment but knew it had to be huge as it took up the entire top floor of the building.

  “Janie? What’s wrong? You don’t like omelets?”

  “Did they hear you whipping me?” she asked, her hands going behind her as if to hide the evidence of her punishment. “Oh, God, did they see me… me sucking your… your cock?” Her hands flew to her mouth, her chest tightening at the thought of her intimate, humiliating discipline being witnessed by strangers.

  Sawyer had her pulled to him before she finished her question, one arm wrapped around her, his free hand cupping her chin, tilting her head back so that she had to meet his gaze. “Breathe, Janie. Just breathe. I’ve got you.” Taking deep breaths himself, he continued to speak softly, soothingly until she managed to drag in a deep lungful of air and release it in a shuddering exhale. After she’d taken another, he said, “No one is here besides us.”

  “Thank… thank God,” she gasped, only to feel her breath stick in her throat when he continued.

  “That’s not to say that someday someone on my staff won’t be in the apartment when we are. Mrs. West is both my cook and housekeeper and is here every day at some point. Honey, breathe. I promise you that you have nothing to worry about.”

  “You… you can’t do that again. Not where someone could see,” she said, attempting to shake her head but only able to make a small movement as he still held her chin. “I’d die if someone knew what… what we did.”

  “No, little one, you won’t die. And neither do you need to fret. My staff has been vetted, and I do not hire anyone who doesn’t have an understanding about the dynamic in which I live my life. And while I will never do anything to purposely cause you embarrassment, I will not guarantee that won’t happen. Every room in this place belongs to me. Every piece of furniture.” He paused and before she knew it, she found herself being lifted and set onto the counter of the huge island. “Every countertop, every surface, and, little one, if I want to push up your skirt and take off your panties, they’ll come off.” Yanking her skirt from beneath her bottom, he pushed it up before reaching to pull those very panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor. “If I want to spread your legs, they’ll be spread.” Large hands guided her legs apart, fingers stroking her inner thighs.

  Her quivering increased when he bent, his lips kissing the pale skin, his breath warming the flesh that had broken out in goosebumps. His eyes—those gorgeous eyes the color of the ocean—mesmerized her as much as his smile and his words did as he continued.

  “If I tell you to lie back, to show me your beautiful pussy, to display how very wet you are… to put your arms above your head so that I can taste the sweet cream I can see filling your slick folds, then I shall expect you to obey.” He bent forward and kissed her gently, stroking a fingertip along the pulse at her throat. His lips moved to her cheek, her forehead, her neck as his fingers worked the buttons of her blouse. The only noise was her soft whimper when he unhooked her bra, pushing both it and her blouse off her shoulders, freeing her breasts and exposing nipples that were already puckered and going tighter as he gazed at them, his thumbs brushing over the taut buds. “Lie back, Janie.”

  She shouldn’t obey, she should be worried about someone seeing, thinking she had to be some kind of little slut, and yet she was soon on her back, not resisting when his hands guided her arms above her head, linking her fingers together. She didn’t resist when he unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, leaving her totally naked. Not a single muscle protested when he lifted her feet, planting them on the chilled marble, pushing them up toward her bottom and then pressing her thighs down until she was open, displayed before him like a carnal offering.

  “If I have to bare your bottom and punish you, if I have to wash your mouth out with my cock when you’ve been my naughty little one, I will. If I want to feast, to lick and nibble every inch of my precious girl, then I will. And, Janie, if I want to bend you over, or pull you onto my lap or spread you wide to fuck you, then nothing and no one will stop me because you are mine and, little one, I am yours. Any questions?”

  “No… no, Daddy.” Her next sounds weren’t words, but a gasp as his lips settled on her clit and he suckled hard, drawing the entire pulsing bud into his mouth, his tongue lashing over her pearl as her hips lifted, offering him whatever he desired. Was she a horrid person for no longer caring if someone saw her? Was she wanton for allowing nothing but sensation to fill her mind as he took what he wanted… when and where he desired? If so, then so be it. She’d waited her entire life to experience this, to feel both desired and protected, punished and pleasured, to finally be able to simply let go… to allow her daddy to be in control.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, lifting his head, his lips glistening from the cream her body continued to provide. “You’re going to come for me, Janie. You’re going to be a good girl and come very hard for Daddy, aren’t you?”

  She nodded, her teeth biting her bottom lip as he slid a finger into her, gliding it in and out of her sheath.

  “And then you are going to come again,” Sawyer said, his grin and the absolute surety of her obedience shone in his eyes. The spring inside her coiled tighter, her nipples protruding toward the ceiling, her
body quivering, her pussy spasming and when his lips returned, she knew that she was going to disappoint him when he discovered she couldn’t come twice… not as close together as he seemed to want, but his tongue thrusting into her pussy made it impossible to warn him.

  When she shattered, her entire body jerked, her hands unlocking from each other to grasp his head, fingers pulling against dark strands, the sensation too much. He didn’t allow her to move him a single centimeter from his goal, his tongue delving deep inside her to lap at her nectar, a hand lifting to settle on a nipple, the pinch causing her to squeal, her body bucking again.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned, never before feeling as if every single cell in her body was alive, on fire as his lips, tongue, and mouth continued to consume her. “Daddy… please, I-I can’t!”

  “Yes, baby girl, you can, and you will,” he countered, lifting his head only long enough to speak. “Because do you know what will happen if you don’t?”

  “No… no, sir.”

  He grinned, broadening his tongue and giving her a long, slow swipe from her clit, through the seam of her sex, across her taint, only to stop on the small pucker of her anus, causing her to clench his hair tighter, her mind reeling as he ran the tip of his tongue around the wrinkled rim.

  “If you don’t come again, then Daddy is going to have to spank this little cunny and this precious little pucker until they are hot and red and you are begging me to give you another chance to obey. Is that what you need, Janie? Do you need me to make your pussy and pucker burn like I did your bottom?”

  She couldn’t believe that part of her wanted to say ‘yes, Daddy’, that her pussy was convulsing already at the thought of his hand smacking down on her tender folds. What would it feel like to have her buttocks spread so that he could spank her so intimately between them? Even as she wondered, she was vigorously shaking her head.

  “No-no, Daddy,” she said, having to release her hold on her bottom lip to answer. “I don’t mean to be naughty. I just meant that I’ve never come twice before.”

  He arched his eyebrow as if giving her confession no weight. “If you don’t want a cunny spanking, if you don’t want your pucker paddled, then what are you going to have to do?” The question was immediately followed by him reversing the path he’d taken, dragging his tongue back up to hover above her clit. “Tell Daddy, Janie. What are you going to have to do to be my good girl?”

  “Co-come again, Daddy.”

  “Come how?” he asked, giving her clit a single flick of his tongue.

  “Hard. I-I have to come hard.”

  “That’s right. Come so hard that you feel as if you are flying. Now put your hands back and keep them there. Move them again and Daddy will have to punish you.”

  Reluctantly, she untangled her fingers from his hair, once again putting her arms above her head and locking her fingers together. It was like untying the mooring line of a boat and she felt adrift, out of control, her choice of destination removed from her. Sure that she’d soon discover exactly what that punishment would entail, she felt her pucker clench even tighter, her pussy convulsing as if knowing that pain would replace the pleasure she’d felt.

  “That’s my good girl. Daddy’s got you,” he praised, splaying her legs a bit wider, his words assuring her that she was not going to drift far—that he was the captain of this vessel. “Let go, Janie. Don’t worry about anything, just feel and let yourself fly.”

  He drew sounds from her that she’d never uttered before. Mewls, groans, gasps, grunts, and pleas as he set her on fire in a totally different way. The fingers of one hand plucked, tweaked, and twisted her nipples, never faltering as he moved between the two, easily finding each beaded bud to torture it until she was writhing, her back arching, offering her breasts to him. Teeth grazed her clit, scraping the sensitive button before soothing it with long licks and deep suckles. Her fingernails dug into tender palms, as his finger entered her, followed by another and a third, filling her, and when he finally released her nipple to slide a finger between her cheeks, the tip pressing against an entrance she’d always considered something dirty… taboo, she held her breath as the spring inside her coiled tighter and tighter as he slowly, but steadily worked his finger into her ass. Every nerve ending in her dark channel wakened as he stroked against the flesh. She moaned, her body his to do with as he wished and when his fingers began to pump in and out of her pussy, a second finger joining the one in her ass, his tongue licking, teeth nipping, she threw back her head and keened. Every movement pushed her to new heights, had her body tensing, her muscles tightening, and when she reached the breaking point, she screamed and flew apart, every muscle contracting, releasing, only to contract again.

  “Absolutely beautiful,” Sawyer said, changing the angle of his fingers, pressing against the soft spongy area of her G-spot. Despite her mewls, her writhing, he didn’t slow his movements, as if determined to pull every last contraction from her, making her whimper and twist on the countertop. “That’s it, baby, give it all to Daddy.”

  Impossibly, she felt another wave of intense pleasure sweep through her and then arched and screamed as something deep inside let go, exploded within her, causing fluid to gush from her body. “Daddy!” she screamed, her hands unlocking as she tried to push herself up, only to realize she was too boneless to move.

  “Shhh, shhh,” he said, finally allowing his movements to begin to slow. “It’s all right.”

  “But… but I wet myself!” She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing she’d never be able to look him in the eyes again.

  “Janie, look at me.”

  She shook her head, tears welling.

  “Baby, open your eyes and look at Daddy.” It took his finger stroking down her cheek before she could obey. Once she did, she saw such passion and love in his eyes that she didn’t immediately slam hers shut again. “Janie, you didn’t wet yourself. You squirted.”

  She could feel her entire body heating, her lips trembling as that sounded even more horrific than wetting herself. “I-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t…”

  “No, sweetheart, it was beautiful. It means you trusted me enough to let go, to allow me to teach you to fly. Tell me, how did it feel?”

  Jane didn’t answer immediately, her mind replaying the most incredible orgasm of her life, her body still giving off little shockwaves in the aftermath, and she realized it had been… well, indescribable as she had absolutely nothing to compare it to. Looking at him, she whispered, “Amazing. Really… really amazing.”

  He smiled and bent over her, lowering his mouth to a fraction of an inch above hers. “You are amazing, Janie. You flew, little one.”

  “I-I guess I did,” she admitted, barely having time to smile before his mouth crushed hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close as he kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. When he pulled back, she said, “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Thank you, Janie, thank you for being the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.” He kissed her again and then helped her to sit.

  “Oh, God, this is… um… messy.” She could feel the fluid she’d released beneath her bottom and thighs.

  “No worries,” Sawyer said, not giving her time to be embarrassed as he stepped away, returning with a cloth he’d wet beneath the faucet. He lifted her to move a foot away and then gently washed her, causing fresh goosebumps to pop out on her skin as he ran the warm cloth over her sensitive flesh. Once she was clean, he wiped down the countertop, removing every trace of her fluid before turning to her and plucking her off the counter. When she bent to retrieve her scattered clothing, he stayed her with a hand on her arm. “No, baby.” She watched as he unbuttoned his shirt and then smiled as he helped her into it. “I’d keep you naked but you’re so skinny I’m afraid you’ll not stop shivering.” The shirt hung on her as he buttoned it up, taking the time to give each of her nipples a quick kiss before finishing the task. As he rolled the sleeves up, she shuddered, her bottom clenchi
ng as she remembered him doing so before he’d pulled off his belt. After he was done, he dropped a kiss on top of her head.

  “Now, where were we? Oh, yes, I was asking if you knew how to make omelets.”

  “I do,” she said, moving toward the counter. “But first, if I don’t have a cup of coffee, I just might die.”

  He laughed and after they’d both taken a few sips of those first cups, she finally opened the refrigerator. “Oh, wow, this is going to be such fun.”

  * * *

  They ate out on the balcony, high above the street. She sat opposite him, her bare feet curled up beneath her. The slight breeze lifted her hair, sending curls across her face, which he would reach over to tuck behind an ear. The omelets were delicious, the bacon crisp, the toast perfectly done, and the coffee plentiful.

  “We are going to have to cut down on your caffeine intake,” he said as she emptied her mug for the fourth time. “You’ve practically drank an entire pot.”

  “Just one?” she teased, causing his eyebrow to arch. “I usually have two or three pots a day.”

  “That’s going to come to a screeching halt,” Sawyer said, shaking his head. “No way any doctor is going to consider that good.”

  “But I’ll get very cranky,” she pouted.

  “Crankiness I can correct,” he assured her, moving a glass of orange juice to replace her coffee mug. “You can start with a blend of half-regular, half-caffeinated—”

  “Why bother? Decaf isn’t the same.”

  “Of course, we could also just put a total ban on coffee altogether,” he suggested, though she knew it could easily become more than a suggestion.

  Or we could just get a brand-new daddy, she thought but instantly knew she’d never want another man—not when she’d been blessed to find the perfect daddy dom. “Um, no, that’s okay. We’ll try it your way.”

  “I thought so,” he said with a grin. “Now, finish your orange juice and then we need to go over a few things.”