Daddy Commands

by Maggie Ryan

  Sliding behind the wheel, I saw her eying the bag.

  “Um, that looks like an awful lot of dessert.”

  “I’m a man with a very healthy appetite. Put your seatbelt on, babe.”

  She raised her seat and clicked her belt into place. “So, what did you get?”

  “I believe I’ll keep that a surprise,” I said, knowing a little bit of anticipation could go a long way.

  Once we were back on the road, she seemed to relax, though she kept shooting glances at the bag I’d set down next to a glazed purple and yellow pot behind me. Not wanting her to worry herself out of the playful mood we’d shared earlier that had led to this entire plan, I reached over and took her hand.

  “Relax, baby. I promise you’re going to enjoy dessert.” When she remained looking skeptical, I added, “This isn’t punishment, Hannah. This is for pleasure.”

  “Aren’t we supposed to have a safeword? I read that in those books.”

  I knew she meant the erotic books and not the ones on domestic discipline, but wasn’t going to shrug aside her concern. “Do you feel you need one?” I asked.

  “Maybe. You have more experience than I do and… well, I might not enjoy whatever it is you bought.”

  I had no doubt that she’d balk a bit, but knew that if she’d allow herself to get over her somewhat puritanical ideas, she’d enjoy it. While I wasn’t going to allow her to use a safeword to get out of a punishment, I was proud of her for asking for what she needed.

  “Pick a word,” I said, flipping on the turn signal.

  “Stop?”

  I’d yanked my foot off the gas pedal and was about to slam on the brakes when I realized she didn’t mean the car. “No, honey. Not a word that is commonly used. What if you are saying ‘Stop, no, don’t, stop’ when what you really mean, is ‘Oh, Brett, that feels so fantastic, please don’t ever stop’?”

  Her eyes rolled again but she also flushed, the color staining her face a pretty pink. “Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you, sir?”

  “When it comes to making my wife swoon, yup.”

  “All right, I’ll give you that. I guess I hadn’t considered that a problem… I mean the word, not the swooning part.”

  “It needs to be something you’d never say in a normal conversation.”

  She thought for a few minutes and then giggled. “How about ‘zucchini’? Even though we do eat it, it’s not really a common word.”

  It was my turn to grin as I pulled onto our street. “Fine, but just know that anytime we have that particular veggie, I’m going to be thinking of you naked, squirming in passion, and begging for permission to come.”

  The pink deepened and her eyes sparkled. “I can live with that,” she said with a smile.

  Pulling into our driveway, I plucked the dessert bag from her hand that she’d grabbed. “Good try, babe, but I’ll get that. You bring the food.”

  “What about the plants and stuff?”

  “They can wait. In fact, we’re going to have a different sort of picnic.” She turned quizzical eyes to mine, and I held up my bag. “We’re going to start with dessert.”

  I helped her out of the car and started the scene. “Put the food on the counter and leave your clothes on the floor. I’ll meet you in the backyard.”

  “You want me to go outside naked?”

  I had no problem asking her to do so. Our house sat on a hill with nothing but woods behind us. Our neighbors on either side had houses that sat far forward of ours. Unless they were planning to scale our fence, we’d have no witnesses to our picnic. “Yes.”

  “What if I say zucchini?”

  “Will I respect your use of the word—most assuredly. I’m not saying I won’t be disappointed, but that would be because you aren’t giving this—us—a chance. I hope you trust me enough to know that I’d never do anything to embarrass you. Will I push your boundaries? Yes. Would I ever harm you? Absolutely not.”

  She didn’t say anything, including zucchini. Instead, she walked past me into the house. To give her time to make her decision, I removed the box on top of the car, leaning it against the garage wall. I opened the tailgate to allow air to circulate among the plants. When I walked into the kitchen, I bit back my disappointment at seeing the deli bags on the counter, but nothing on the floor. Still, I’d promised to respect her choice and I would. She’d had a lot to deal with in the last two days, and perhaps I was pushing too hard.

  After putting our food in the refrigerator, I went looking for her, expecting to find her in the bedroom. Movement had me looking out the patio door. Her running shoes were right outside the door. Her socks a few steps further away. Grinning like a fool, I walked through the door, bag in one hand, blanket from the car in the other. My wife, the woman who’d just seemed appalled at the thought of doing as I’d asked, was not cowering by the door, sticking as close to the house as possible. I saw her shorts and t-shirt on the lawn. And Hannah was walking, hips and hair swaying, across the lawn toward the huge willow tree at the back of our lot. When she reached it, she parted the long branches that swept the ground, turned to look over her shoulder and smiled before ducking inside. The little minx had found her own privacy curtain. I chuckled when her hand appeared between the branches and dropped first a pair of pink panties, and then the matching bra to the ground.

  I might be known as a hard-ass to my soldiers, but this recruit was special. Granted she hadn’t strictly obeyed my command, but I could hear her argue that the ground was nature’s floor, and I was no fool.

  It just took me a moment to become Adam to her Eve. Crossing the yard, the only articles on me that were not ones I’d been given at birth were the blanket she’d soon be lying on and the ‘dessert’ that was guaranteed to make her squirm.

  Chapter Six

  Hannah

  It was pretty amazing beneath the boughs of the tree. Sunlight filtered through to make a dappled pattern on the ground, assuring it wasn’t dark inside my little haven. The very nature of the tree kept me shielded from eyes… well, eyes that didn’t belong to the one man who had the right to look at me in my birthday suit.

  I’d been shocked when he’d given the command to go outside naked, until I realized three things: My pussy had instantly clutched, my nipples had puckered, and my blood was racing through my veins. I couldn’t even blame it all on curiosity about what was in that bag. He hadn’t yet purchased ‘dessert’ when he’d pulled me to him at Home Depot. His cock had gotten rock hard the moment we’d begun to kiss. Knowing that he wanted me so much went a long way to allowing me to step out of my comfort zone.

  Looking through the curtain of leaves, I could see him striding toward me, not an ounce of shame of his nudity in his expression. His cock was already fully erect as if guiding him to his destination. I felt a trickle of moisture slip down my thigh. From the grin on his face, I was pretty sure he forgave my slight adjustment to his command. God, he had me wanting to be every bit as wanton as he was. When he parted the branches, I smiled.

  “Fancy meeting you here, soldier,” I said.

  “Where else would I go to meet Eve but Eden?” he countered.

  I almost laughed, wondering if that was perhaps a bit sacrilegious. “Aren’t you afraid that a snake might appear to tempt you to sin?” I asked, and when a lightning bolt didn’t zap me where I stood, I decided that God probably didn’t mind a bit of play.

  “Not scared at all,” he countered, reaching for me and pulling me against his body. “The snake, my dear, is already here.”

  Feeling his cock pressing against my stomach, I decided I couldn’t wait to be bitten.

  After a long, searing kiss that left me breathless, he released me. I helped him spread out the blanket and when he told me to lie down, I obeyed as he reached for the bag.

  “Let’s see, what shall it be? Strawberry or cherry?”

  Propping myself up on my elbows, I rolled my eyes. “You are so mean. I thought you really got something naughty. Instead you got what
? Fried pies at the convenience store?”

  “Oh, ye of little faith. You are lying beneath the Tree of Knowledge. Prepare to be schooled.”

  This time I did giggle. “I choose cherry.” Still expecting a real dessert to appear, I was confused when he pulled a bottle out of the bag. Before I could ask if it was some sort of drink, he straddled my hips and flipped the lid.

  “Lie back.” Once I was prone again, he squeezed the bottle and a drizzle of oil dripped into the valley of my breasts. My nipples instantly tightened further as he continued to squeeze the bottle until a line ran down my middle and pooled in my navel.

  After squirting some onto his palm, he set the bottle aside and rubbed his hands together. When his hands hovered over me, as if indecisive about where to land, I arched my back, silently offering him a destination. He grinned and settled them on my shoulders instead. I honestly couldn’t complain because the massage he began felt heavenly. I moaned but then crinkled my nose.

  “I said cherry. I’m smelling strawberries.”

  “Just wait,” he said. “We’ve only just begun. Now, close your eyes and just relax, or I’ll pull out the blindfold.”

  “You bought a blindfold?”

  “Yes, among other things.”

  When I opened my mouth to ask what other things, he placed a slick finger against my lips.

  “Your Eden doesn’t only provide privacy, it provides a great many switches. Unless you want to learn how one feels against your ass, I suggest you stop asking questions.”

  Since I’d parted those branches myself, I knew he was right. So instead of a question, after he lifted his finger, I licked my lips… slowly. My tongue swept along the bottom and then the top. His fingers stilled and his eyes went darker. “Yup, definitely strawberry.”

  He bent to kiss me, tasting the oil himself. His tongue invaded, his teeth nipped the lip I’d just stroked, and he didn’t sit back until I was groaning. “You’ll have your turn, but for now, it’s mine, and I’m not going to let you come until every inch of you is oiled and every muscle is quivering. Any more questions or comments?”

  “No… no, sir,” I said, already trembling from nothing more than a kiss. He applied more oil to his hands and then ran them down my arms. Every one of my fingers received its own massage, and all the while, my nipples and pussy ached for their turn. My hands flew up to grasp his shoulders when he bent to draw a nipple into his mouth, suckling so softly, giving tiny little flicks of his tongue until I was writhing. But when he took it between his teeth and bit down, I was shocked to feel my sex clutching. I’d read that some women came from breast play alone, but had never believed it. The pressure grew as he pulled his head back, taking my nipple with it until I was arching again.

  “Oh… oh, God!” I cried, my hands dropping from him to grip the blanket at my side. It was too much and yet then it wasn’t. His tongue replaced his teeth, soothing the bite and when he moved to lick down the hillock of my left breast, laved the valley with long strokes of his tongue before climbing the slope of my right breast, I was begging.

  “Please, Brett… I need you in me… I-I can’t wait.”

  “Yes, you can,” he countered, the words coming out in puffs of warm air against my goose-pebbled skin. “The slower you eat, the longer you enjoy every little bite.” He treated my right nipple to the same attention, my body burning with the fire he was stoking with every lick, every nibble, every tug. Even when he moved to straddle my legs and bent his head to trace the line of oil down my middle, he continued the massage of my breasts. His fingers plucked, rolled, tugged, and twisted my nipples until they were swollen and as red as the ripe berries that shared the same name as the oil he’d coated them with. When he dipped his tongue into my navel, my heels drummed against the blanket, and I quivered in expectation as to his next destination. He’d find he didn’t need oil as I was soaked.

  “Turn over.”

  “Wha… what?”

  “Onto your tummy.”

  “Aren’t you… didn’t you forget something?” I asked, having been positive that my needy pussy was going to be worshipped next.

  “Well, I did leave my pocketknife in my jeans, but I guess I could snap off one of these branches easily enough.”

  It took my brain a second to process what he was saying, but when it did, I rolled over. Granted, it came with a sigh. I mean, seriously? Who could blame a girl? He’d been enjoying his dessert for a long-ass time, and I was about to implode!

  Laying my face against my folded arms, I felt him move my hair to drape over my shoulder. A new stream of oil was drizzled along my spine and I closed my eyes. There was some value in patience. My body was still a bit achy from the morning run, and he had such incredible hands and fingers. The nape of my neck, my shoulders, and every vertebra was massaged.

  I clenched my butt when I felt his hands glide down, but then remembered that despite his little threat about the convenience of a switch, this wasn’t about punishment. Just as he’d not missed a single inch of my ass last night, he didn’t now. Fingers dug into my skin, hands massaged each lobe until I felt like a limp noodle. This time he didn’t tell me to roll over, he simply flipped me himself. I discovered that at some point, he’d dipped back into his goodie bag and now dangled a black blindfold in front of my face.

  “Okay, baby, let’s add a bit of sensory deprivation. Lift your head.”

  Wondering how I found the strength, I did and he tied the cloth over my eyes.

  “Can you see anything?”

  “No.”

  “Great. Put your arms over your head and keep them there.” Once I had, linking my fingers together, he said, “Bend your knees and pull them up to your ass.”

  A moment later, I felt his hands on my raised knees.

  “I need your legs apart, babe,” he said, pressing my knees down.

  I felt like a frog on the lab table in school, but was pretty sure that dissection wasn’t what he had in mind. The dribble of oil I felt landing on the top of my mound moved my thoughts back where they belonged… to the pleasure he was bestowing upon me.

  “Hmmm,” I purred as he began to spread the oil over my sex. Fingers slid with ease over my denuded skin, and I felt my labia lips being spread apart. I didn’t twitch until I felt a finger move across my taint and begin to circle my anus.

  “Easy,” he said softly. “Just relax.”

  Easy for him to say, difficult for me to obey. A touch running through the lips of my sex to circle my clit helped—a lot. I’d been primed to come for the last half-hour and just that touch had my need ratcheting higher. The pressure against my pucker wasn’t totally unfamiliar as he’d pushed a finger into my ass last night. Still, I gave a soft yip when I felt something beginning to press inside.

  “That better not be a zucchini,” I said.

  Everything stopped. The finger stroking my pussy and the one pressing against my butthole.

  “Did you just safeword?” he asked.

  “What? No… I mean, I was teasing. You know, like at Home Depot.” I couldn’t see him, but I could visualize him shaking his head.

  “And that is exactly why we don’t choose a word that can be confusing. Pick something else. Something you won’t tease with or use in normal conversation.”

  Since I could feel my hips lifting as if wondering why that delicious sensation had stopped, I gave him a word I actually never remembered having said before. “Persimmon… no, wait. Since I have to ask to come, that’s too close to permission. How about… aardvark?”

  “That’ll work.” His agreement had his fingers moving again, which felt both delicious and a bit worrisome when I realized the object at my most private opening was not his finger and not even flesh.

  “Brett?” I asked, unable to help clenching.

  “Trust me, babe,” he said, pushing whatever it was a bit firmer until I squealed and twisted to the side. “Hannah, you know I’m not going to hurt you. I wasn’t kidding about that switch. Do you need a few
stripes across your ass to remind you who is in control?”

  “No… no, sir.”

  “Then stop worrying and start feeling. I promise you’ll not be sorry.”

  Aardvark was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back. He’d wanted to explore anal play since before we’d even married. I’d been the one hung up on the taboo aspect of it. I was his wife, his lover, and I wanted to be even more. I’d asked him to help me become more. I could do this. I had to do this if I truly wished to release control to him. Forcing my fingers to link again and my body to relax as much as I could, I took a deep breath and then another.

  “Good girl,” he praised, sliding his fingers around my clit. It was marvelous and distracting enough that I only gasped as the object breached my resistance, the flare of pain brief before it slipped fully into my ass.

  I moaned as lips replaced fingers. Drawing my clit into his mouth, Brett suckled and I squirmed and wiggled, lifted my hips and began to beg.

  “May I come? Please, sir? Please?”

  Having to answer had those magical lips disappearing and me groaning at the loss.

  “Not yet.”

  My protest died before it was uttered as I felt something sliding into my pussy. Something else was placed against my clit and then adjusted. I had no idea what it could be, but knew my pussy wasn’t holding my husband’s cock even before he moved up my body as I wasn’t filled to the brink.

  “What did you…” I started to ask, only to have my question cut off when my entire body jerked.

  Oh, my God! Whatever he’d inserted into my cavities and against my clit was pulsing. Vibrating against my sensitive tissues. When the blindfold was pulled free, I knew my eyes were huge as they met his. He was straddling my breasts, a sexy grin on his face and his erection bobbing, the crown glistening.