Daddy Dearest: A Christmas Story

by Rachel Burns

  It was a shame that he was too old for her.

  She turned around so she was facing him and saw that his eyes were wide open.

  “Aren’t you going to sleep?” he asked her.

  “Of course I will, sir. I’m sorry.” She immediately closed her eyes.

  “Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked her. “You must be tired.”

  “I’m not used to being in anyone’s arms. Should I leave?” she asked him.

  “No, why would I want you to leave?”

  “I know you haven’t been sleeping either. You already confessed that you’re worried about your health while you sleep.”

  She heard him snort, dismissing what he had said earlier.

  “Then why aren’t you sleeping, sir?” she asked him.

  “Because you’re lying beside me awake.”

  “Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?”

  “I want you to stop saying that you’re going to leave. I want you to stay with me and let me be your new master.”

  “Let you? That’s not how masters are. They tell you what to do, and then you do it,” she explained to him.

  “That’s correct, but you have the right to choose who your master is. And you have the right to change your mind and get a new one. I want you to know that I have wanted a sub for a long time. I want to be your master and continue your training.”

  Morgan wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but for some reason, she didn’t want to admit it. He shouldn’t think that she was an idiot. He’d already thought that she might be under eighteen. Besides, it sounded as if he wanted her to stay. She might like to stay a few days and enjoy some food before it was time for her to go.

  “You don’t have to say yes right away. Stay a couple of days, and we can give it a test drive,” he suggested.

  She nodded at him. She sure did want to try the fried chicken he had on the menu.

  “I think I need you to come on top of me,” he stated.

  What? Morgan thought.

  “Go on. I gave you an order. After you’ve had sex again, you’ll be able to sleep.”

  Morgan wasn’t certain how to go about that. Up until now, she’d been with men who liked to take charge and do the work. None had ever wanted her to be in control.

  She felt her way on top of him so she was straddling this stranger, who she by no means trusted.

  She reminded herself that she planned to kill herself anyway, so it didn’t matter what happened to her shortly before she died. This might be the fastest way to get what she wanted.

  Deep down, a small piece of her hoped that this man could save her, not just her life, but also her will to live.

  She jumped with surprise when she felt fingers, teasing her clit. None of the guys she had been with before had ever touched it on purpose.

  After the moment of surprise was over, she had herself in check again. She reminded herself that a man could hurt her at any time whenever he wanted, and this man had already made it clear that he would like to master her. That always meant hurting her too.

  “Take hold of me and rub your hand up and down on me,” he ordered her.

  Morgan wasn’t sure if he meant his penis, but she couldn’t think of anything else that he might mean. She reached for him and wrapped her hand around his shaft. He was so hard that she squeezed him a little tighter to keep her hold on him. She moved her hand up and down, and his skin moved with her hand.

  He made soft deep noises as she obeyed him. His breathing was also deep. His hips started to move, and the fingers, teasing her clit, slowed down. Morgan had to smile when she realized that he was in so much ecstasy that he couldn’t concentrate on anything else.

  She pressed his penis against her belly and petted it more gently, practically hugging it to her body.

  His fingers started to move again. Like before, there was a distinct pattern. This time it went rub, rub twist. The twisting part was so close to pain that she tensed up. Her hand stopped rubbing his penis and only held it against her belly, only gently squeezing his sensitive tip, using the same rhythm he was using on her sensitive clit.

  Morgan closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She erased all other thoughts from her mind. Nothing mattered more than feeling good about herself for once. She also knew that this man knew how to get her to orgasm. She had hope that he would get her to come again.

  When he stuck his finger inside of her, her eyes flew open.

  “Lift up, darling.”

  Morgan raised up on her knees. His penis stood strong and tall. She felt him rubbing the tip against her. It was teasing her and searching for her opening. When he found it, and the very tip was in, she wanted to lower down and feel it deep inside of her, but she waited for his next instruction.

  “Good girl,” he praised her. “Now, slowly sit down.”

  She gasped as she did as she was told. This was the best feeling she had ever had. He filled her like no one ever had before. Sex with him had the potential to be something amazing.

  She let her body do what it naturally wanted to do. At first, she went slowly, but when he grabbed hold of her wrists and held them behind her back, he instructed her to go faster. He held her wrists in a way that was just slightly painful.

  To her surprise, she liked the pain. She welcomed it and allowed it to take her higher. It was harder to move this way, but her lifelong training kicked in. She rode him like she rode the horses back at boarding school, using those muscles to achieve a gallop, which had him groaning out not able to control himself.

  She rode him faster and faster as her heart pounded with excitement. This was so completely different from any other time she’d had sex. She credited that to the man under her. He seemed to know her body and understand what it was capable of better than she did.

  He released her wrists and grabbed onto her tiny breasts, squeezing them in his hands and pulling them away from her body as if he were trying to make them bigger.

  Morgan fought not to groan out. She didn’t want this stranger to know how much she was enjoying him and enjoying how rough he was with her. No one should ever know how she really felt. If they knew, they’d use it against her.

  Morgan reached out and grabbed onto his shoulder. It was a relief to finally be able to use her hands. Her wrists might be a little bruised tomorrow.

  She went faster, needing to feel love and confusing sex with love because she so desperately wanted to feel loved.

  “Come for me,” he told her. “Come loud and clear. I want to hear you.”

  Morgan had never heard anything so dirty in all of her life. It turned her on in a way that would make her feel ashamed of herself later, but not now. Now she wanted to feel good and obey him.

  A shudder went through her body, and her eyes closed as she came. This time, it felt better than before. She wanted to scream out, before her voice was gone. Only panting and gasps escaped her throat and not the screams that he wanted to hear.

  He, on the other hand, came loudly. He called out to his maker and grabbed onto her hips to hold her in place to accept his seed.

  She fell forward and buried her head against his chest as she panted and tried to calm her heart down. His hand gently glided up and down along on her back, as if he were comforting her.

  “You’ll be able to sleep now,” he told her with confidence.

  She yawned and nodded, agreeing with him.

  Chapter 15

  The next day, Morgan sat in a booth across from the man who seemed to be suffering from mood swings. He was either filled with a need to be inside of her, or he was filled with a need to know who she was.

  At the moment, he wanted to know who she was. She preferred it when he wanted to make love.

  This morning he had given her a kiss on her shoulder and told her that she could sleep in, but that he had to go to work. But he hadn’t been able to get out of bed. Instead, he had wrapped his arms under her belly and lifted up her rump so he could enter her from behind. He took her with
fast hard strokes. When he demanded that she come for him, she had.

  At the moment, she had a plate of food in front of her. He badgered her to tell him who she was and where she had come from, and she was assuring him that she could leave.

  He didn’t want to hear that. He wanted to hear that she was a good person who was traveling to see the country. But that wasn’t the truth. She was a thief who had run away from her bills because she knew that she’d never be able to pay them back. Everyone knew how expensive hospitals were.

  Without someone to co-sign a loan, no bank would lend her money to pay her bills and give her the money she needed to continue her education. In fact, she could easily imagine her father, telling banks not to lend her money. There was nothing for them in it, and pleasing him would get them on her father’s good side. The choice was clear.

  There was no one she could turn to for help. She was all alone in this world. That was a terrible thing to be, and the truth was that she had been alone since the day her mother died.

  Morgan wanted to get her life over with, but first, she had to eat what they were calling Today’s special.

  “If you answer my questions, I’ll help you out. I’ll get you some clothes. A nice new dress would look good on you. Would you like a pair of boots?” he asked her, glancing down at her legs under the table.

  “I don’t need anything,” she insisted.

  “Everyone needs a change of clothes. Tell me where you come from, and then I’ll see to it that you get a few things.”

  “Thank you for not calling the cops,” she told him in that soft voice of hers as she stood up. “I really appreciate the meals you gave me, and the help with my clothes too. Goodbye, sir.” She turned away from him and headed for the door, knowing that he wouldn’t stop asking her where she was from and why she was on the run.

  “Wait! Morgan, stop.” He jumped ahead of her and blocked the door while his customers looked at him and smiled.

  They were all curious and wanted to know who the young woman was with him, but it wouldn’t matter because Morgan was going to leave, never to be seen again. That was her plan. “I have to be on my way. I truly am sorry for the inconvenience that I caused you.” She felt deeply ashamed of herself.

  “I want you to stay,” he told her again, stepping forward and whispering in her ear.

  She dropped her voice again. “But the price you ask for that is too high. We had a somewhat nice evening. Let’s leave it at that.”

  “What if I can’t?”

  “Can’t what?” she asked him.

  “Can’t let you go,” he clarified.

  “Then you’ll never get another good night’s rest again.” She knew that he had hardly slept last night because he was still worried that she was a murderess.

  “Maybe I’m not interested in resting at nighttime.” His sly smile made it clear that he was talking about sex.

  “But I have plans, and you have to get to your meeting.” She pointed out, still keeping her voice down low so their conversation remained private. She didn’t want to embarrass him.

  “I’ll cancel it. I can’t go when I know that I’ll be worried about you leaving while I’m gone.”

  “I told you. I’m no one. Just forget about me. Goodbye, sir.” She tried to reach around him and open the door, but he blocked her.

  “I need help here. I could hire you. Would you like that?” he asked her.

  “No, but thank you for the offer.” She took a step to the side, trying to get around him.

  He stepped ahead of her again, blocking her as he grinned at her. “How about I take you out shopping after my meeting? You could use a few things.”

  “Are you trying to bribe me?”

  “Maybe.” His smile lighted up his face.

  He had no idea, Morgan thought. Shopping didn’t interest her. She used to be obsessed with it, but once she got her allowance, she quickly learned that there was nothing that she could buy that would make her happy. That was when she turned to guys to fill the hole in her heart. That hadn’t worked out either.

  “Truckers would be more likely to stop if you were wearing a dress that showed off those sexy legs of yours,” he said, trying to tempt her.

  The door opened behind him, and two police officers came in. Sawyer’s eyes went from them to Morgan’s face, wanting to see if they recognized her.

  “I can see that you’re still worried about who I am,” Morgan stated when the policemen sat down in a booth.

  “I also saw that they didn’t recognize you, and that you didn’t look worried that they would. Just tell me who you are,” he pleaded with her.

  She frowned for a moment, but then her shoulders squared, and she gave him an icy look. “I have to be on my way. Do I need to ask the officers for assistance leaving your establishment?”

  He sighed. “I like you, and I want you to stay. Please, go up to the apartment and wait for me. I’ll hurry home to you.”

  Morgan was taken aback a little. He was making her sound as if she were the little woman he hurried home to, as if she were his wife.

  “We can have another meal together when I get back.”

  “And then it will be too dark for me to leave, right? I think it would be better for both of us if this game ended right here and now.”

  “At least, allow me to give you a little road money and my phone number.” He took hold of her by her shoulder and walked her up to his apartment, ignoring her as she insisted that she didn’t need, or deserve, any money from him.

  Once he had her upstairs, he shoved her into his bedroom and locked the door. “I’ll see you when I get back, darling,” he called to her. Then she heard his feet on the stairs.

  She went to the window and saw him as he looked up to her and waved. Then he got into his truck and drove off.

  Morgan snorted. It would be so easy to kick the door open and leave. He must expect her to do exactly that. And even if he thought she was weak, she could still scream for help. This must be the world’s worst kidnapping attempt.

  Nevertheless, she stood by the window and watched the people coming and going. She stood there a full two hours until she saw his truck returning.

  He got out of his truck and ran into the building. He was beside her in a matter of seconds.

  “You okay?” he asked her after a long moment, where they both stared out of the window.

  “I guess so. How did your meeting go?” she asked him.

  “They’re still undecided. We’ll meet again and talk again next week.”

  “I’m sorry they didn’t see things your way, sir,” she told him, meaning it. She knew exactly what the country club type of people were like. They would ruin this town with their haughty belief that they owned everything and everyone.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked her.

  “No, I’m not. It might be better if I pace myself.” She had told herself that she was fasting when she couldn’t find food to eat. It was a diet that several of the girls in her sorority were doing. They ate every other day, or only during particular hours of the day. Morgan felt that was ridiculous. Eating was always a treat, but at the moment, she was too unsure to eat.

  “Are you going to stay the night?” he asked her.

  “I guess I might. If you would rather I left, I could do that too. It doesn’t matter.”

  “It matters to me.” He laid his arm around her shoulder, and they continued to look out of the window together.

  When the sun started to set, Sawyer spoke. “You’ll stay and be my slave. I want you to call me Master Sawyer when we’re alone. Can you do that for me?”

  “I guess so, Master Sawyer.” Morgan had decided to give this place a try for now. In a few days, she’d move on.

  ~

  Morgan stayed with Sawyer on a day to day basis. Each day he asked her who she was and several other questions that she didn’t answer. Each day she told him that she could leave.

  Each night he tested her limits and made her come fo
r him. He liked to tie her up and use different things to hit her with. He never slapped her, and he never cut her. Those seemed to be the rules that he never broke.

  But another thing also seemed to be a rule. She came each and every time they fucked.

  They had a pattern, which they repeated every day. It wasn’t one that either was comfortable with.

  It bothered him that she was so cold with him. He teased her calling her his ice queen. She never let him know how much his words hurt her.

  Still, she kept her heart closed off to him, trying to protect herself.

  Chapter 16

  “You want chicken today?” Sawyer asked Morgan. She appeared in the kitchen door when she was hungry. She spent the rest of her time taking long walks and looking out of the window. Morgan had been with him for over two weeks, and he hadn’t made any headway with finding out who she was. But he had been able to get her to go shopping with him. She was finally wearing a dress and sexy cowgirl boots that accented her long legs.

  “Yes, please. May I have french fries too, sir?” she asked him so politely.

  “Of course, darling.” His words were sweet enough, but his tone was a little sharp. He was mad at her because they had fought this morning. He’d pressed her for information, and naturally, she had replied as she always did, saying that she could leave if she were bugging him.

  The look in her eyes told him that she meant it. Sawyer doubted that she cared for him. That made him feel bitter. He had done so much for her. He took her shopping and bought her a couple of outfits, buying her clothes that he wanted to see her in like the dress and cowboy boots that she was now wearing.

  Sawyer regretted that she hadn’t allowed him to buy her more. He wanted to take care of her and be the person she turned to when she was in need, and he wanted to know her secrets.

  But each night, they had passionate sex. It was the sex that was throwing him off. It felt so right when they were together naked. They were so close to each other like soulmates.

  The bedroom wasn’t the problem. Her past was.