Heal Me, Daddy

by Roberts, Laylah

  He moved up behind her, grabbing her cheeks with both hands and rubbing them. He felt her jump then settle as she realized he wasn’t starting in on her punishment immediately.

  “You are so fucking sexy, girl. This ass. Those legs. That plump, pink, pretty little pussy. I’m going to need a cold shower after seeing all of this.”

  “I could help you with that problem.”

  As nice as that offer was, he wasn’t taking them there yet.

  Slow and steady would win him the subbie. And the Little. Who he couldn’t wait to meet again.

  This was all about building her trust in him. About her figuring him out. About her knowing that he would never allow her to be harmed again. Never let anyone treat her like less than the fucking princess she was.

  He moved so he was standing side on. He rubbed one ass cheek briefly before giving her a sharp slap.

  “Just so you know that last smack wasn’t anything to do with your punishment.”

  Slap! Slap!

  Her ass was already turning a nice shade of pink. Delicious.

  Smack! Smack!

  She groaned.

  “You were very naughty throwing water at us.”

  Slap! Slap!

  By now both of her ass cheeks were red. Her breathing had quickened. He paused for a moment, giving her a chance to breathe and for him to assess her.

  He gave her lower back a small rub. “You’re doing well, girl. Proud of you.”

  Smack! Smack!

  He moved his hand lower, focusing on where her cheeks and thighs met.

  “Ow! Ouch! Shit!”

  “No swearing,” he commanded. “That’s two more.”

  “Nooo!” she cried out. He took her in, noting the tense way she held herself but also the glistening dew on her lower lips.

  Yep. Turned on.

  “I’m going to give you the rest all at once.” He smacked his hand over and over on her ass until it was red, and he knew it had to be burning. Soft sobs filled the room and he stopped. He quickly sat on the bed and drew her onto his lap, holding her tight and rocking her.

  “You’re okay. You’re all right, little one. You did so well. Good girl. My good girl.”

  Daddy’s good girl. The words burned in him.

  He wanted that so badly. But for now, it was enough for her to submit to him. To his rules. To his discipline.

  But he wanted to show her his softer side too. That he could be a good Daddy to her Little. That he wasn’t always stern and brisk.

  She sobbed into his chest, her breath sending electric flashes of arousal washing through him. He kissed the top of her head.

  “I’m sorry I threw the water at you and Archer.”

  He kissed her forehead then her two cheeks before pressing his lips against hers. He slid his tongue along her lips, pressing it between them. Wrapping his hand in her hair, he drew her head back to ravish her mouth.

  When he pulled away, he stared down into her glazed, hazel eyes, at her plump, swollen lips with a sense of utter satisfaction. And an almost overwhelming need to take more.

  “All is forgiven.” He continued to hold her, reveling in the feeling of her heat and softness in his arms. “I didn’t go too hard on you?”

  “No. I felt bad when that glass slipped from my hand. If it had hit you or Archer,” she shuddered. “I’d never have forgiven myself. While I didn’t want a spanking, I guess in the end, it made me feel better.”

  “Good girl for telling me that. I know it’s not easy to admit to what you need. Now, what I need is to go have a cold shower. Want to join me?”

  He grinned down at her as she laughed. “Ahh, I’ll pass. Although it could be good on my hot ass.”

  “Can’t have that. Don’t want my good work going to waste.” He winked to let her know he was joking. He stood her up and helped her put her pants and panties back on. Much to her chagrin and his delight. He’d crouched down to help her get them over her feet, which had put his face at the perfect height to get a good look at that pussy.

  Her scent tempted him, teased him until he felt his mouth actually water with the need to taste her.

  He wondered what she tasted like. Sweet? Tart? Creamy?

  Cold shower here he came.

  14

  Caley walked tentatively out into the living room. Her cheeks were bright red. She hadn’t given much thought to how much noise she was making when Doc spanked her. But now she wondered just how much of that Archer had heard.

  He was sitting at the table and glanced up from his phone as she walked in.

  He looked her up and down and she tensed.

  “You’re still in one piece then, wasn’t sure from all that screaming,” he teased.

  Her face burned even brighter. “Oh God. Couldn’t you do the polite thing and not mention it?”

  A grin filled his face, although she noted that it didn’t really reach his eyes. It made her want to cuddle him until his smile was more genuine…

  She wasn’t usually like this. There was just something special about Doc and Archer. Soon, though, they’d both be gone soon, and she’d be on her own.

  I don’t want to be on my own anymore.

  She sat and closed her eyes at the thought. She should take all the memories she could with Doc. Why was she even holding back?

  “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Archer told her quietly.

  She opened her eyes and noticed him giving her a worried look. “I won’t say anything again, love. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you.”

  “No. No, it’s okay.” She grinned. “I guess I was making enough noise to wake the dead.”

  He snorted and stood. “I made coffee. Want some?”

  She’d noticed Archer was rarely without a coffee in hand or was in the process of making one. Seemed he might have a bit of an addiction.

  “Yes. Thanks.”

  What would she do when they left? No Archer making coffee and watching her with gentle eyes. No Doc to challenge her and make her laugh.

  He handed her favorite mug over. Her fingers brushed against his and a small shiver ran through her. Shit. What was that? She dropped her head to hide her reaction and took a sip of coffee. Made perfectly.

  As usual.

  Where Doc liked to bluster through, Archer was more careful. Watchful. Anyone who belonged to him, wouldn’t get away with much. They’d be closely guarded. But she knew they’d also be ridiculously happy. Because once Archer set his mind to something, she was pretty sure not much would dissuade him.

  He was a man who got what he wanted.

  “I’m sorry about before, Archer.” She forced herself to look up at him.

  “We shouldn’t have been arguing in front of you. We’ll try not to do that again.”

  It was almost exactly what Doc had said to her. She wondered if either of them knew how similar they thought.

  Archer frowned. “He did give you aftercare, didn’t he?”

  Okay, her face had to be beet red by this stage. “Yes.”

  “Good. Thought I was gonna have to kick his ass for you.” He grinned at her. Then he walked over to the sofa and grabbed a cushion.

  Walking back, he nodded to her. “Stand up, love.”

  He placed the cushion on her seat and she gently sat back down.

  “Got sick of watching you shift around like you had ants in your pants.”

  “Umm…oh…thank you.” She buried her face in her cup of coffee. “I didn’t mean to throw the glass, but if it had hit you…”

  “It’s all right, love. All is forgiven now. Where is he now?”

  “Um…having a cold shower.”

  Archer grinned again. This time it actually did reach his eyes. “Poor bastard.”

  “Hey!” she protested, but she couldn’t help but grin as well. It was nice to feel attractive. To know that Issy was so affected by her that he had to cool himself down.

  Yeah, it had been a while since she’d felt like that.

  “Are you
missing a lot of work?” she asked worriedly, nodding at his phone. “You could use my laptop if you needed to.”

  “You mean it’s not attached to you?” he teased. “I wouldn’t have to use a crowbar to pry it from your hands?”

  She snorted. “Hell, I didn’t mean the one I’m using now. I’ve got about four. Or maybe five.”

  His eyes widened. “What do you need with those many laptops?”

  “Ahh, well, I have a problem with throwing them out. When I upgrade, I usually just store the old one. Some of them still work okay. I hate change, but I know I have to replace my laptops when they start acting up or running too slow. So I compromise and keep all the old ones.”

  “Well, thank you for the kind offer, love. But I’m all right at the moment. I have been known to do Skype sessions; however I wouldn’t trust the internet not to cut out on me.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. Reception isn’t always that reliable and especially in this sort of weather.”

  “Hopefully, I’ll be headed back to Dallas soon. I’ve had Susan, my personal assistant, move all of my appointments until later in the week.”

  A pang filled her at the thought of him leaving.

  “Hey, you okay?” He reached out and tilted up her chin.

  She gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Guess I’ll just miss you.”

  “I’ll miss you too.”

  She cleared her throat to disperse the pleasure those words brought.

  “If you need me, I’m only a phone call away,” he told her. “No matter what you need to talk about. Dave. Your parents. How annoying Issy is being.”

  She giggled at that.

  “Any more of that coffee?” a deep voice asked from behind her.

  She turned to find Doc standing there, staring down at them. He was wearing a new shirt and the same jeans. His feet were bare. She didn’t know how he stayed so warm when he hardly wore anything.

  Not that she was complaining.

  He folded his arms across his chest as Archer made him coffee. “A cushion?”

  Oops.

  “I got it for her,” Archer told him.

  Doc raised an eyebrow. “Part of a punishment is having to sit on a hot, sore ass.”

  “She apologized. And there was no harm done.”

  Doc sighed. “You’re lucky he’s such a softie, girl.”

  Yeah. She was.

  “I’ve got some work to do. Can I trust the two of you not to be at each other’s throats for a while?” She gave them both a pointed look as she stood.

  * * *

  Archer watched his brother pull Caley down onto his lap. His face was stern but there was a twinkle in his eyes that he hadn’t seen in years. He whispered something in her ear, making her go red and glance over at Archer.

  Then he lifted her off his lap and turned her towards the office, giving her a slap on the ass. “I’ll come get you when it’s five.”

  “Five?”

  Doc gave her a pointed look. “You’re finishing at five.”

  “I have deadlines.”

  “You’ve also got dark smudges under your eyes and you look a bit pale for my liking. What do you think, Archer?”

  Oh no.

  He should tell his brother to keep him out of this. It wasn’t his business. But he did care about Caley. More than he should. Definitely more than he wanted to.

  He was attracted to her. When he’d heard her crying out earlier, he’d had to fight the urge to join them. To insist on having his share of her ass. To give her a cuddle afterwards and hold her while she recovered.

  Aftercare was pretty much his favorite fucking thing in the world.

  It killed him that he wasn’t included.

  But there was no way he was going to get between his brother and his sub. Never again. Even though he’d never wanted Evelyn, never encouraged her, if he wanted any hope of a relationship with his brother then he had to keep away from Caley.

  However, he couldn’t hold back his opinion.

  “You do look tired, love. An earlier night wouldn’t hurt. How much would you really get done if you’re tired?”

  For a moment she looked like she might fight him. But then her shoulders slumped, and she nodded.

  Archer cleared his throat then gave Caley a small smile. “I’ll have your drink ready for when you finish.”

  “Oh, right. Yeah. I guess I can get enough work done by then.”

  “That would be wonderful. Tell me, Caley, do you play poker?”

  “Um, no, I’ve never tried.”

  “Well, we could try to teach you, couldn’t we, Issy?”

  “Strip poker?” Heat entered Issy’s face as he stared over at Caley who blushed.

  Strip poker? Was his brother trying to torture him?

  “Or maybe we could play for small change,” he suggested.

  Isaac turned her with a soft push on her back. “Work, baby.”

  When she shut the door to the office, Isaac turned to him. “We shouldn’t have been fighting in front of her.”

  “Agreed.”

  “It upset her. She’s not good with any sort of confrontation.”

  “I know. She has a deep need to take care of people. To make sure that they’re happy. You’ll have to watch that she doesn’t give too much. Like she does with her work.”

  Isaac opened his mouth then closed it again, looking thoughtful. “You’re good with her.”

  “What do you mean?” He took a sip of his coffee.

  “You got her to agree to finishing work early. She was going to argue with me.”

  “Well, sometimes you tend to command rather than cajole.”

  “You’re a Dom too.”

  “Ahh, but according to you I’m far too easy and indulgent. And I’m only dominant in the bedroom.”

  Isaac snorted. “Yeah, I’m starting to wonder about that. About whether you’re just sneakier. Your dominance is there, it’s just quieter.”

  “That’s amazingly insightful, little brother.” And not necessarily a welcome insight.

  Isaac ran his hand over his face tiredly. “We need to talk about shit rather than continuing to argue.”

  Well, okay. That was an unexpected breakthrough.

  “Agreed.”

  Isaac let out a breath. “Did you know that our parents were disappointed that I wasn’t a girl?”

  Archer frowned. “What?”

  “I overheard them talking about it one night. They were discussing whether to try again, but the doctors said that Mother shouldn’t have another baby. That it wasn’t safe. Then they discussed whether to adopt but Father said that he would rather have a boy of his blood than a girl who did not share his DNA. Like we were fucking interchangeable.”

  Jesus Christ. What the fuck?

  “When was this?”

  “I was eight.”

  “I’m so sorry. That was a fucking shitty thing for you to overhear as a kid.” Or as an adult.

  “Yeah. They never wanted me. It was probably a relief to them, to find some reason to push me out of the family. I’m not ever going to have a relationship with them again.”

  “I get it. They can’t treat you like that. It was just wrong. And hell, if you’re perverted, so am I.”

  “Now, Archie, we both know I’m more perverted than you.”

  “It’s not a fucking competition.”

  His brother just grinned. Idiot.

  “We are not holding a ‘who’s more perverted’ competition.”

  “Aww, because you know I’ll win,” Isaac joked.

  Archer was glad he found something funny. Because he was feeling decidedly unamused. “Right, so Mom and Dad are assholes. That’s agreed. But about Evelyn…”

  Isaac sighed. “She was a mistake. I was blinded by her. I thought she was everything I’d ever wanted, and she played me.” Isaac looked away then back at him. “I felt like a fool.”

  “Issy.” He leaned forward, his heart hurting for his brother.

  Isaac waved him o
ff. “Don’t. Really. I don’t want your sympathy. I don’t deserve it. I acted like a kid who’d had their favorite toy taken from them. I know it was all her. I always did. Just didn’t want to admit that I’d been played like a fool. I treated you badly, man and I’m sorry for it.”

  “I didn’t know she was interested in me. She wasn’t even my type.”

  Isaac sent him a look of disbelief. “Not your type?”

  “I’m not a Daddy Dom.”

  “Yeah, well, I don’t think Evelyn was even a Little.”

  “What do you mean?” Archer frowned.

  “Think she was playing at it to reel me in. She used me to get to you.”

  “Seems like a pretty elaborate plan just to get to me. Pretending to be a Little. Getting involved with you. Why didn’t she just come straight to me?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe she just saw her opportunity and ran with it. Perhaps she was just using me then met you and realized I was her stepping stone.”

  “I don’t know how she ever thought that I would choose her over you.”

  Isaac looked at him. “What do you mean?”

  Archer frowned. “I mean, I don’t know why she thought I would open my arms to her when she’d fucked you over. Like I would want anything to do with someone that hurt you. Didn’t you know that?”

  He could tell from the look on his brother’s face that he hadn’t known that.

  “Issy, you didn’t know that? You don’t know that I’d take your side over anyone else’s? You’re my brother. I’m always here for you. I never wanted Evelyn. I didn’t do anything to encourage her. I let her into the apartment because she said you were coming to get her soon. When I found her naked in my bed…I felt ill. I tried to get her up and out. I fucking told her I wanted nothing to do with her. That’s what you walked in on, me trying to get rid of that skank.”

  Isaac leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs. “I should have stayed to listen to you. Should have answered one of your calls, instead I ran away to lick my wounds.”