by Maren Smith
“Oh, god.” Molly wanted to hide her face, but her current predicament made that impossible. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening.
“Not god, Daddy will do,” he teased, taking hold of her other ankle and forcing her leg far enough apart to attach the cuff. “There now, give those cuffs a try and see how they feel.”
Instinctively she pulled her legs apart and to her surprise, the bar lengthened and clicked, spreading her even further. When she tried to close them again, the bar didn’t budge. “You knew that was going to happen!” she accused. “That was a dirty trick.”
“Oh baby, you haven’t begun to see my level of dirty.” A threat or a promise, she wasn’t quite sure, but if she didn’t know any better, she would have sworn she could see devil horns sprout from each side of his head as he smiled menacingly at her.
She gulped. “You’re scaring me again.”
“You have a safeword and you can use it if ever you feel the need. No judgment.” The reminder was comforting, and she was able to return to the moment instead of worrying so much about what was about to happen. She trusted her Daddy, even if he was a sadistic genius hell-bent on torturing her in every way possible. Unfortunately, giving in to the moment also meant thinking about her pinched nipples and her widespread legs.
Grant gently flicked the tops of the clothespins and she bit back a scream of pain.
He smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s going to make it all better.” That was all the warning she got before he started in on her, slowly licking and kissing her pussy.
He’d been right, she could wiggle and squirm as much as she wanted to and there was no way to stop his sensual assault of her lady bits.
“Relax and enjoy, buttercup.”
“Easy for you to say, you aren’t bound to a bed with your nipples in a vise and the sexiest man alive torturing your pussy.”
He chuckled and the vibrations of his mouth against her shot waves of pleasure through her body. What he didn’t do was stop. Increasing pressure and friction, he licked figure eight patterns around her core and her clit, every once in a while making contact with the sensitive nub. She moaned, her body beginning to relax into the predictable pattern he had created.
“Good girl,” he cooed zeroing in on her clit and introducing his fingers to the play. “This little kitty is very wet, and she’s about to get wetter because Daddy is going to make her cry over and over.”
Molly whimpered and arched her back trying to get more. All she needed was a little more and she would fall over the edge.
“Are you ready to come for Daddy, buttercup?”
“Please,” she panted.
“I think you’ve earned it. Come, baby girl,” he commanded, and she could not have stopped it if she wanted to. He continued his ministrations, pulling every last ounce of pleasure from her body. She was spent.
“Okay, baby girl, I think you’ve had these on long enough. Brace yourself.” She didn’t have a chance to process what he was saying, and when he took both clothespins off her nipples, she was not prepared for the wave of pain or the ensuing orgasm. The blood rushed to her tortured peaks and as Grant used his mouth to soothe the pain, her body responded fast and hard and Molly could no longer hold back the screams.
Grant gently kissed his way up to her mouth and took it with his own. She could taste herself on his tongue and it was a heady experience. Then he was inside her, moaning with pleasure as her pussy spasmed around him.
“You are the most magnificent fucking woman I have ever met, you know that?” he whispered while making love to her slowly and gently.
“There you go cussing again,” she teased and Grant growled.
“If you have enough mind to sass me right now, I’m clearly doing something wrong.” Speeding up, he slid in and out of her in hard punishing thrusts that jolted her body. It felt amazing and each time he pumped into her she drew closer and closer to a third orgasm. She had no idea this kind of pleasure was even possible, but he was proving her wrong, one orgasm at a time.
“This time we are going to come together, baby girl. Are you ready?”
“I can’t,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes closed, scared that it was becoming too much.
“You can and you will, eyes on me.”
She opened her eyes and the intense affection she saw in his calmed her immediately.
“You’re mine; do you understand me?”
She shook her head. She did not understand and her brain wasn’t quite at a point where she could process information as quickly as she would like to.
“This relationship may have started differently than most, but I’m not letting you go. From this day forward, you are mine.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl, now come for me again.”
Grant hadn’t let up, fulfilling his promise to make her kitty cry more times than she could count. He was insatiable and apparently so was she. They were the perfect pair, and he had claimed her so thoroughly she didn’t have any doubts or insecurities left, but before she could fall asleep in the comfort of Grant’s embrace, she had a pressing question she really needed an answer to. “Daddy?” she asked tentatively.
“Hmm?”
“Do I have to be a big girl tomorrow?” She didn’t realize the weight of the question until it rolled from her mouth.
“Why? Do you like being Daddy’s baby girl, buttercup?”
“Yes, Sir. I more than like it.”
“Well, that’s good news because I more than like it too. I don’t know how it happened, but you have become everything to me in a very short time.” She melted at his words, relief washing over her as she realized this was a two-way street and he was feeling the same strong pull that she was. “I’m not really convinced you have learned everything you need to learn from this experience. I think you are going to have to be Daddy’s baby girl for a very long time before I really make my point, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, Daddy. A really, really long time.” She smiled and snuggled into his chest. It was kinky and unconventional, but this was happiness and contentment. This was true love and it was hers to keep.
The End
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Something About Loren
M.A. Innes
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Chapter One
Loren
“I think Gordon is trying to hint that he wants kids.” I was serious, but Dean laughed so hard he nearly fell off his couch. “I’m not kidding.”
He kept shaking his head as he tried to catch his breath. “Then you must be drunk.”
I held up the single beer I’d been playing with for the last hour. “Nope.”
We’d been binge
-watching the old Star Wars movies all afternoon and I might have had a buzz at one point, but it hadn’t lasted.
“Don’t get me wrong. He seems to be a great boyfriend, but you’ve both always been adamant about not wanting kids.” Dean cocked his head. “You guys didn’t even want a dog when Kathy’s beagle had puppies.”
I wanted to be the attention-whore in the relationship, and Gordon seemed to agree with our respective roles. “I know. That’s one of the things I loved about him from day one.”
I’d been called selfish by more dates than I could count, but I didn’t care because Gordon loved me. I liked knowing I got all his attention and he normally loved giving me attention. But lately, he’d been acting strange. “He’s been leaving weird things all over the apartment. It has to be some kind of hint. What kind of guy randomly buys the big pack of crayons?”
That had Dean giggling again. “Okay, let me clarify something real quick. Didn’t you say a few weeks ago that those were the only packs worth buying?”
I snorted, waving my hand. “We were talking about your niece. Having an opinion on crayons is not weird.”
Smirking, he gave me a skeptical look. “Really, Loren? You made me take back the generic brand and buy the name-brand ones.”
“Because they’re better.” I rolled my eyes. “Everyone knows that.”
“And what about those ridiculous stuffed animals?” He grinned when I stretched one leg out and kicked his foot.
“Don’t talk about my stuffies like that. Most of them are from work. And once in a while I need inspiration.” Sometimes I had to get in the right frame of mind to work.
It wasn’t always easy figuring out what a kid would like in a video game, especially educational ones. It helped to have things around that reminded me of being a kid again.
He snorted. “What about the one you made him buy you from the fair last summer?”
“It was the state fair. He had to buy me one. That’s just what you do at the fair.” Now he was just being ridiculous.
Dean rolled his eyes. “And you wonder why Gordon’s leaving weird stuff around the house. He’s probably trying to do nice things for you.”
Maybe.
I thought about it for a minute. “But he brought home dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets yesterday. He went to the grocery store for a few things and came back with all kinds of kid food.”
If all Dean was going to do was laugh, I was going to get another beer.
Turning back to the movie, I sighed when he started a terribly unbelievable apology.
“I’m sorry. I won’t laugh.” He proved that to be a lie very quickly. “But come on, you have to see this from his perspective. You’re not the most grown-up adult he’s ever met.”
Flipping him off made me feel better even though he started grinning again. “I’ve got a good job and make good money. I travel and read and I’m very grown-up, thank you very much.”
“You play with kids’ games for a living and your favorite cereals have more food dye and sugar than nutrition. You refuse to get a gym membership because you think it’s no fun there. And you only read space books and those stories based on anime. Should I go on?” His smirk said he thought he was being funny.
I disagreed.
“Cereal has a lot of nutrition these days and most brands have taken out the bad dyes. And really, the gym is boring and the only reason anyone goes is to people-watch or hunt for a date. I don’t like either of those things.” That didn’t make me some kind of overgrown five-year-old, especially when I read science fiction, not space stories.
And shit, everyone liked anime; that didn’t make me a kid.
Dean’s smile faded a bit. “No one is saying any of this is a bad thing. Gordon seems to like that you’re a kid at heart. He’s probably just trying to surprise you with things he thinks you’ll like. I seriously doubt he wants to change anything about your relationship.”
Maybe.
“But why is he leaving stuff around now? We’ve been living together for over a year, so why is he changing up things now?” Nothing I could think of made sense.
Dean shrugged. “Ask him. I just think he’s trying to do little things to make you happy.”
“I don’t want to look insane.”
That had him cracking up again. “Too late for that, man. Just ask what he’s thinking and tell him you don’t need the presents or the nuggets and you want to go back to being just a bit strange and not full-on odd.”
“Hey, I didn’t say I didn’t want the nuggets. I just don’t want things to change between us. I like how things are going.” Considering we’d met on a hookup app; I thought our relationship was going great.
One-night stands were supposed to stay that way… but clearly, neither of us had gotten the message because we’d kept hooking up and that had led to dating, and then after about a year, I’d moved into his place.
“You guys have a great relationship.” He sat up, looking less smug and more sincere. “If he wants to change something up, just ask him about it. Don’t assume change is bad.”
I didn’t know about that.
“Dating sucks. I don’t want to screw this up. I got lucky with a hookup app, but what if this goes south and I have to start dating again?” I loved Gordon more than anything, but I knew I’d struck gold with him, and once I got over the devastation, I’d eventually want to date again… and that was a terrible thought.
Most guys wanted someone a lot more boring than I was. I’d even dated one guy who said I was wasting my talent on children’s games while there was a fortune to be made in other parts of the industry. He just hadn’t gotten it.
I liked what I was doing, and I loved Gordon to pieces. He might look like a boring guy in his forties, but he was sweet and made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. He even thought it was cute when I curled up on his lap to watch a movie.
For a desk jockey, he had a broad, sexy chest and a comfy lap.
“If he’s leaving crayons around the house, he’s clearly not trying to get you to grow up. So, I don’t know what the problem is.” Dean leaned back again. “There’s no way he’s hinting to you about kids. If anything, he seems to be even more focused on you lately.”
Maybe.
I set the now warm beer down and flopped back in the chair. “I just want to know what he’s thinking.”
“Then ask him.” Dean rolled his eyes again. “What’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like he thinks you’re sane.”
“He thinks I’m wonderful.” And I liked that he was just the tiniest bit possessive.
I’d dated a few creeps, so it wasn’t like I didn’t know the difference between bad asshole possessive and the sexy old-fashioned romance kind. Dean liked to joke that Gordon was like one of the Doms from the books he liked to read, but the furthest we’d ever gone with anything like that were a few swats to my ass when we were fucking and really going at it sometimes.
He was the sweetest guy when we made love, but sometimes it was just down-and-dirty fucking. I loved both, but sometimes the rough, passionate moments with him made me feel just as loved as the tender ones.
That didn’t mean I wanted to get tied up or something crazy like the guys in Dean’s books, but I could see the appeal sometimes.
“He thinks you’re wonderful and insane and still loves you anyway, so talk to the man.” As the movie ended, Dean sat up. “Okay, I’m kicking you out. You told Gordon you’d start walking home at five and it’s almost time. Go home and talk to your man before you give yourself gray hair.”
I refused to give in to the urge to run my fingers through my hair and glared at him instead. “I’m not anywhere near old enough to go gray.”
“Keep worrying and feel free to test it out.” But he grinned as he grabbed my still almost-full bottle and headed toward the kitchen. “You sober?”
I snorted. “I’m walking two blocks, not driving.”
Dean laughed. “Gordon did not find it
funny when you walked home buzzed last time.”
He hadn’t found it funny, but the look on his face had been so sexy I’d gone down on him in the living room. We hadn’t even made it to the bedroom.
I was getting really good at apologizing on my knees.
“I’m sober.” Unfortunately. I had a feeling the conversation would have been easier drunk. “I’ll see you later.”
Dean’s head popped out around the kitchen doorway. “Just ask what’s up and listen to him. Don’t assume it’s going to be bad.”
“I know.” But we both knew the chances of it being good were slim. My relationship with Gordon was the longest I’d ever had with anyone and I didn’t want to lose it.
As I headed out the door and down to the street, my mind kept trying to find reasonable explanations for the odd gifts and curious looks he’d been giving me lately. But there was nothing coming to mind. Even the ten-minute walk home didn’t give me the time to figure out anything.
But all of that faded away when my sexy, frowning man met me at the door. “You didn’t walk home drunk, did you? You said you’d call if you—”
Wrapping my arms around him, I cut off his worry with a kiss. I kept it sweet and light, smiling as I curled into him. “I was very good. I’ve only had about a quarter of a beer in the last hour.”
He gave me a teasing frown. “I’m not that bad. You just don’t always think of the danger in things.”
He was cute when he worried.
“But that’s what I have you for.” Giving him a smacky kiss, I hugged him tight and grinned. “I also didn’t fill up on crazy things all afternoon, so I’m starving.”
Gordon gave a low chuckle that hit just the right note and sent a shiver down my spine right to my dick. “Good, I made a fun dinner and it’s almost ready.”
