by Maren Smith
“Don’t you leave this room until you can tell me what it is you want.” He turned and crossed through the bathroom and into the other bedroom, leaving the doors open. He’d need to know if she left the room.
He watched her, lying there on the bed. Wondering what she was thinking. He knew that she knew he was watching her. He prayed that she made the right decision. Time and experience had changed him. Their dynamic had always been there. After finding out about the lifestyle in high school, he continued to pursue it well into the Navy. He found local clubs and events, finding many men in his unit having the same preferences as he did had helped.
It wasn’t a hobby or a simple pastime for Max, but a lifestyle choice. He had the need in his bones to be in charge. Being a daddy was more to him than bossing someone around. It wasn’t about the sex. It was about taking care of his woman, making sure all of her needs were met. It fulfilled a deep desire within him. He would take pride and great pleasure in helping make sure she had everything she needed to become the best she could be.
He had topped a couple submissives during scenes at clubs, had a short-term relationship here and there. Nothing that felt… right. No one clicked. Brianna knew him. Knew his core. Knew his roots. Even after all this time apart, she knew him unlike anyone else ever had.
He hadn’t found another woman he wanted that with since Brianna. There was only one woman he wanted to call him Daddy and she was twenty feet away from him, holding his future in her hands. He found himself holding his breath as he waited for her to make up her mind.
“Daddy?”
The sweet whisper coming from the other room called out to him. Goosebumps covered his body. He strained to hear, was he imagining things? Wishful thinking?
“Daddy!”
That sweet word. Max was on his feet and running to her.
Chapter Five
Brianna lie in bed, her body humming with unmet sexual need. She saw Max sitting on the other bed, watching her. She closed her eyes. Tried to get her traitorous body to calm down. Her hardened nipples and sopping wet pussy were betraying her, making it hard to concentrate on thinking clearly. One thing Max didn’t know was that not only had he been her first, he had also been her only. Throwing herself into her work had kept her too busy for a dating life.
Nah, that was a lie and she knew it. Even if she didn’t admit it to anyone but herself, she could have dated; she had been asked out by several acceptable prospects. If not dated, there were plenty of opportunities for quick, meaningless sex. Sure, med school was long and exhausting, but that hadn’t stopped her roommate from an occasional booty call or her peers from falling in love. Meanwhile, she’d tried to push Max out of her brain by physically overworking herself. It hadn’t worked. It was as if he had imprinted onto her very soul. She often found herself drifting off to sleep with memories of him floating around. She could smell him, taste him and feel him around her in her dreams.
Now, there he was, his strong arms wrapped around her, and reality was so much better than any dream she had. As he laid hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck, she remembered it all. Lying alone in the bed, with him so close but so far away, she couldn’t help but remember. Life had passed one day to the next since their breakup. She had survived it, but she hadn’t lived it.
Pushing him away was her survival mode, her way of protecting herself. He was a Navy SEAL. He would go off and find a beautiful woman to marry when he was off saving the world outside their small town. He wouldn’t want her anymore, and like everyone else in her life, he would leave her. She did what she did best. Got rid of him before he could get rid of her. Put her walls up, tall and strong. It was the biggest mistake of her life.
She was a full-grown woman now. Had left her twenties behind. She was a medical doctor with life experience. Yet, there was a part of her that wanted nothing more than to be taken care of by a strong man. To come home at the end of a long day of making decisions, being in charge and give that all up. To know that all of her needs were met and to be able to meet all of someone else’s. To be held accountable and to be given the opportunity to grow. Someone who would stand up to her bullshit. Someone who would allow her to be her authentic self and not judge her for it. Not someone, not anyone.
Max.
Her daddy.
She knew what she had to do. She sat up in the bed, swung her legs around to the edge and called out, looking through the bathroom to where he still sat, staring into the room.
“Daddy?” He heard her, she knew he did. His head shot up, but he didn’t respond. Her confidence started to slip. Was she making the right choice?
“Daddy!” The desperation was laced in her tone. All doubt was erased when he shot off the bed and ran toward her. He picked her up out of the bed and spun her around.
“Are you sure? Are you sure, Bumble Bee?”
She nodded.
“I need to hear it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He set her back down so she stood on the floor. Taking her chin in his hand, he tilted her face up to his and searched her eyes. “I told you, this is forever. Are you sure?”
“Yes, Daddy. I am sure. I am very sure. I… I missed you.”
“Oh, Bee. I missed you, too.” He lifted her up and carried her back to the bed. She giggled. “Let me show you how I reward my good girl for making the right decision. Arms up.”
Instinctively, as if a decade hadn’t passed since she heard the last request, Brianna raised her arms above her head.
“Good girl.” Max reached down and grasping the hem of her shirt, pulled it over her head. He reached around and unsnapped her bra, removing it and tossing it over his shoulder. “Lie back on the pillows now.”
Brianna was all too happy to comply with that order. She watched in awe as the perfect specimen of a man climbed into the bed with her. He kissed her again, deeply. Trailing kisses down her body, he stopped only to play with each nipple for a brief moment. All too brief. He took her left nipple between his fingers and pinched gently, rolling it a bit, tugging, eliciting moans of pleasure pain from deep in her throat. Her hips involuntarily lifted from the bed in need.
He let go of the nipple and trailed more kisses downward until he was settling himself between her legs. He smiled at her before pushing her knees further apart. Lowering his head, he growled low in his throat.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to come home.” His tongue licked at her clit, moving from side to side up and down, flicking over and over. Brianna’s hands fisted the covers of the bed. Holy shit. Her back arched from the pleasure he was inflicting. She squirmed underneath his masterful workings.
“You taste sweet as honey, Little Bee.”
“Please,” she begged.
“Please?” he asked. “Please, what?” He slowly moved his tongue back and forth across her sensitive nub, drawing out the pleasure and the torture.
She felt the pressure building inside of her, that sweet painful pressure, the need. The overwhelming sexual need. She moved again under him, thrusting her hips up violently. She ached with want.
“Please!” Her cry grew more desperate.
“Does my girl need something inside of her?”
A fingertip swirled around her opening. She could feel the sticky moisture coming from within her. She was so, so wet. He teased her, moving it around but not in, never in.
“Damnit! Please,” she panted. “Just fuck me already!” she growled.
He stopped moving all together and lifted his head toward her, raising an eyebrow. “I know I did not just hear such a naughty word slip from your beautiful lips,” he scolded. “Surely you did not forget how much I dislike you talking like that. I think you need a quick reminder lesson.”
What? Now? He couldn’t be serious. Her body screamed with desire and need. What was he going to…
White pain exploded behind her eyes. There had been no time to complete her thought before he showed her exactly how he was going to punish that infraction. Ano
ther quick swat came down on top of her quivering clit. He was spanking her pussy.
It hurt! It hurt so bad.
It also…
What was that sensation? Her body was sending mixed messages to her brain. The pleasure pain was unlike anything she had felt before. Her clit was pulsing with pain from the swats he was inflicting but each swat was a lightning strike building up the orgasm that was just beyond her reach. Every nerve in her body was on fire, sizzling, vibrating with need.
“Four swats. One for each letter of that offensive word. Now where was I?” Max lowered his head back down and took her now swollen clit into his mouth and sucked.
The scream that came from the depth of her throat was as unrecognizable as the sensations overwhelming her body. Her clit was throbbing with the pain from the swats, but dear God the suckling was incredible. He drew his teeth across the top of the nub and sparks of pleasure flew through her body.
When Max withdrew his mouth from her clit, Brianna was panting in need. Her eyes were almost glazed over with it. She was ready, just on the cusp of orgasming. His need had grown as well and was pressing uncomfortably against his pants, almost painfully. He quickly removed his clothes while talking to her.
“You are mine. Do you understand me? From this moment on until forever.” He covered her body with his, using his knees to spread her legs apart, placing his member at her drenched entrance. She arched her back, pushing herself up, grabbing at him with her hands, trying to pull him down. He braced himself on the bed, refusing to enter her until she said the words.
“Say it, Brianna.”
“I am yours.”
“Forever. Say it.”
“Forever. I am yours.”
“This body is mine.”
“Yes. It’s yours.”
“All of it.”
“All of it! Please!”
“Who do you belong to, Bumble Bee?”
“You. I belong to you.”
“And who am I?”
“Mine.” She growled it out, digging her fingernails into his back, moving frantically underneath him.
“I am yours,” he said, chuckling. “I am indeed yours, baby. Who am I?”
“Daddy!”
There wasn’t another word that Max loved hearing more come from her lips. He moved his hips downward slowly entering her, long, deep strokes, hilting her to the very core. He settled in, her tight, slick walls closing around him. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even closer, if that were even possible. He withdrew and then thrust back inside, establishing a steady rhythm.
Her moans of pleasure filled the room. He increased the tempo, moving in and out, thrust after thrust, their need building together. The only sound in the room was the groaning of raw, carnal pleasures.
Staring into her eyes, heat meeting heat, deep passions unleashed, they moved together. Thrust after thrust, their hips met. He reached between them and stroked her clit with his thumb. It was her undoing. Her nails dug into his back and he felt her walls clenching in orgasm around his cock, milking it, before her screams came. He watched her orgasm beneath him.
Her body shook, her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oh my God!” she cried out.
There was an explosion behind his eyes, his heart raced and his legs shook as he shot his load into her, her orgasm setting off his.
Lying there naked in Max’s arms, Brianna couldn’t help but marvel over what the past twelve hours had changed. Earlier that week, they had received the communication at the clinic that all Americans were being evacuated from the Congo by order of the State Department. She had been incensed. No way was she going anywhere. They could take their order and shove it up their… well, she wasn’t going. Her coworkers had tried desperately to talk her into leaving, but she had stood firm. And now, she lay in her childhood sweetheart’s strong arms after the best orgasm of her life, thinking it was a damn good thing she had said no. She giggled quietly.
“What are you thinking about?” the man in question asked.
“Oh nothing.”
“You are thinking about something. I can see it all over your face.”
“I was just thinking it was a good thing that I said no to leaving.”
“That was one of the stupidest things you have ever done.”
“You sure aren’t mincing words.” She frowned at him.
“I should blister your butt for putting yourself into danger like that.”
“I wasn’t yours…”
“No, you weren’t. That is the only thing that is keeping me from doing it.” He kissed her forehead gently.
“Besides, if I hadn’t refused to go, you wouldn’t have come to get me and this wouldn’t have happened.”
“I suppose you have a point.”
“See. So, me saying no was a good thing.”
“Don’t think for one second I am ever going to agree with you that putting your life in danger was a good thing. I firmly believe that fate would have put us on the same path at another time.”
“Ugh! You are so stubborn!”
“Yep. I won’t deny it.” He rolled over on top of her, tickling her side then.
She laughed uncontrollably. “Mercy!”
Chapter Six
The morning of day three came and brought with it a lump in Brianna’s stomach. The past forty-eight hours had been almost too perfect. She’d watched the sun both rise and set over the lake in Max’s arms as they caught each other up on their lives. It was easy; being together was easy. The conversation had picked up as if they had just seen each other yesterday, and when they weren’t talking, they were making love. Their bodies had no issues reacquainting and Max was a selfless lover, making sure she orgasmed each and every time they had sex. She was surprised she could walk. It had been like a honeymoon, and she was terrified about what would happen when it ended and they had to return to the real world.
“You are pushing more of your food around your plate than you are eating,” Max observed as he tied down his pack. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing.” She picked up a piece of the fruit and popped it into her mouth.
“Bumble Bee.” There was warning in his tone.
“I said it’s nothing,” she snapped at him before her hand flew up to her mouth. He dropped the pack on the floor and walked over to her. Pulling her chair out from the table, he lifted her easily by her elbow to her feet. He gave her a quick swat on her shorts and pointed to the corner.
“Corner. When you can tell Daddy the truth, you can come out.”
“Ugh!” She stomped over to the corner and crossed her arms over her chest angrily. When they had been dating in college, he had spanked her for her transgressions, but he had never put her in the corner. The corner, the threat of mouth soaping and some of the other more creative punishments these past days were new to her. Apparently, his discipline arsenal had grown in the decade they had been apart. She wasn’t thrilled about all of that.
Liar.
Oh, shut up!
“Excuse me?”
“Oh! I… that wasn’t meant for you!”
He chuckled. He must remember how much she talked to herself. There was something freeing about being her authentic self around him but at the same time, she never felt more vulnerable. She stared ahead at the wall and kicked it.
“Stand still, Bumble.”
“Ugh,” she groaned.
He crossed the small room in two steps. “Is this how I told you to stand in the corner?”
“No, sir!” She snapped a mock salute. She saw the laughter in his eyes but that didn’t stop the two sharp swats from landing on her butt.
“Respect!”
She turned back to the corner and uncrossed her arms from her chest and folded them neatly together in front of her.
“Much better.” He kissed the top of her head. “Your behavior put you here. When you are ready to tell me what is going on, you can get yourself out.”
She hea
rd him walk away. How could she tell him that she was terrified? They were supposed to meet the extraction team under the cover of darkness tonight and head back to the base. Then tomorrow they would go back home to America. What then? How could they possibly make this work in the real world? She would lose him again. It just wasn’t practical thinking they could live this kind of lifestyle long term, not to mention the fact that she was a doctor and he was a Navy SEAL. How did that even work? This was all going to come crashing down around her, and she was going to have to deal with all that pain once again and it scared her to death.
There was a reason she was a doctor. Control. She liked to be in control. She was in control of everything and everyone in her life. That didn’t fly with him. Deep down, that was why she loved their dynamic and relationship. It gave her a safe place to let go. But it was terrifying as well. Giving up all control meant relying on someone else to make the right decisions for her and abiding by them. Could she do that? Could she trust him not to hurt her?
Staring at the wall was not helping at all, if anything it was adding to her annoyance. She shifted from foot to foot, fidgeting.
“Bumble Bee, come here,” Max called from the couch. She turned and with a sigh walked over to stand in front of him.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Are you ready to talk yet? I told you that you could leave the corner when you were ready to talk to me and yet there you are, fidgeting in the corner. You obviously don’t want to stand there. What gives? Talk to me.”
“I don’t know what to say.” She looked down at her feet as she spoke. She was feeling very small in the moment. She didn’t feel like a confident doctor but like a helpless, scared little girl who wanted nothing more than to cuddle up onto Daddy’s lap and be told everything was going to be all right. She couldn’t verbalize that to him. It was too… embarrassing.
