Daddy's Demands: Twenty-Five Steamy Daddy Dom Romance Novellas

by Madison Faye

  When her cries turn to plaintive whimpers, I shove my fingers back inside her. Two this time, pumping at her wet little cunt. She’s mine. All mine. I never have to let her go, I never have to give her back.

  I can’t take it anymore. I let go of her hair, pull my fingers out of her pussy, and roll her off my lap. She tumbles down onto the thick plush rug and I come down on top of her, pulling at my jacket and my shirt and my fly. It’s not a romantic moment, and this is no seduction.

  Her pussy is gleaming with her juices, her outer lips are puffy and open. I look down into her face and I see how sweet and innocent she is. I’m not about to fuck her. I’m about to defile her, tear away a strip of her innocence.

  I push myself between her thighs, line my cock up with her pussy and shove myself inside her, her wet cunt taking me in one hot stroke, wrapping around me and gripping my hardness.

  Pounding her spanked ass against the rug, I fuck her without foreplay or mercy, my mouth finding hers to plunder her lips. She will know me after this. She will understand what I am. Her soft pussy has no choice but to take me. I am ravaging her, using her.

  I feel her legs wrap around me and her lips form a single word. “Daddy.” She gasps it in my ear, her voice thick with lust. My cum comes rushing up from my balls, called by her voice.

  I usually have more control than this, but Marina makes me want to lose control and I have no interest in holding back. I want to fill her pussy. I want her to be dripping with my seed. I want her to know she’s mine in every way.

  “Daddy!”

  She screams my name as I pound into her, the last few strokes powerful and demanding as I fuck her to a rough, mutual climax. Her legs are shaking, her inner walls gripping and clenching my cock as I fill her cunt, coming with a deep growl.

  It’s too quick. It’s too rough. It’s too crude, and that’s why it’s perfect. We both need this. She screams her climax as I hold my cock inside her, making sure my cum is nice and deep, pumping against her cervix. Mine. She’s all fucking mine. Nobody else will ever have her.

  Chapter Five

  Marina

  I have never been fucked like that before. I am high. I’m flying. My orgasm was more powerful than any recreational drug I’ve ever tried. Dominic wraps me in his arms and rolls onto his side and I snuggle up with him, nuzzling under his chin and curling into his body, which is half clad in the torn remnants of his clothes. Nothing either one of us was wearing has survived the ferocity of our fucking.

  He holds me silently, his embrace strong.

  “Your life as you knew it is over, little girl,” he murmurs against my temple. “I am your daddy and you will obey me, understand?”

  “Yes,” I say softly. I don’t know if I really do understand him, but I do know there’s only one answer he will allow. Dominic must be master of his domain, and I am part of it now.

  “Good girl,” he purrs softly. “It’s been a long night. It’s time you got some rest.”

  He picks me up, as if I really am the little girl he says I am and I curl up against him. This man who takes life is giving me a new one and I have no choice. He carries me through the mansion that is his home and into a bedroom. It’s large and exquisitely decorated just like the rest of the place, but there is one feature of the room that surprises me even in my exhausted state.

  The bed is elevated. And under it is a second bed. A bed surrounded by cage bars maybe three feet high. It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever seen, and it makes me cling to him, my fingers clawing in his shirt, but that doesn’t help.

  Dominic lowers me to the floor, opens the cage door and gestures. “Inside,” he says.

  I don’t want to go into the cage. I don’t like confined spaces.

  “Daddy…”

  “I know, little girl, it’s not fair,” he says, his dark eyes gleaming. “But I have to deal with some business, and I can’t have my little girl running free. Now get into the cage, or I’ll have to punish you.”

  “Dominic…”

  “That’s not a name you use anymore,” he corrects me. “Into the cage, Marina. Now.”

  There’s a note of impatience in his voice that makes my stomach clench. I don’t want to anger him, so I have no choice but to obey.

  I have to crawl on hands and knees to get inside. It is humiliating and frightening. Even a jail cell would be more spacious than this. He crouches down to close the door behind me and I hear the latch lock tight.

  “Nice and safe,” he says, his eyes lit with a devilish dancing light.

  “Please, Dominic…” My voice trembles. I have been trying to be brave, but I am running out of courage.

  “I need you contained,” he says. “For your own good. I can’t have you seeing more things you shouldn’t be seeing, and I can’t have you roaming my home loose. There are too many dangers for a curious little girl like you. So you stay there, Marina. Get some rest. You will need it.”

  He leaves me alone in the cage, which I can just barely sit up in. I sit there and wonder, how many other women has he contained here? How many have cowered beneath him while he slept? And what am I going to do?

  I’m still sticky with his cum. Both sets of my lips are sensitive and tender from his rough lovemaking. But the intoxication of the moment is starting to fade and I am starting to think again.

  What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

  Dominic killed Marcel. Marcel is dead. Dominic is a criminal. These facts slam themselves back into my mind, refusing to be ignored. I am a captive, and I have no idea what Dominic is going to do with me long term.

  Suddenly, in his absence, I am afraid. All the fear I should have felt earlier comes rushing in a great wave, overwhelming me with anxiety. I call out for Dominic, but he doesn’t come. Where is he? Has he left the house? What if he comes back and I die here? There’s no water in this cage. There’s nowhere to go to the bathroom. I call his name again, my fingers wrapping around the bars as panic takes me.

  Chapter Six

  Dominic

  I have a lot to do. The cleanup crew should already be dealing with Marcel’s body, but there’s still a mess to deal with that has nothing to do with his death and everything to do with the fentanyl he’s been importing and cutting into the coke supply. He was lucky to catch a bullet to the brain. A lot of his victims didn’t die that easily.

  I’m trying to get hold of the necessary contacts, but there’s distraction coming from nearby. Marina doesn’t know I’ve only gone into the office that is next to that playroom. I can hear her, and I can see her on a video monitor. Nothing happens in this house that I don’t know about. I have her pulled up full screen and I see her as she sits back in the cage, looking confused. It makes me smile. She’s never been treated like this before. This is a whole new experience for her, one she’s never going to forget. Or escape.

  Unfortunately, confinement doesn’t seem to suit my little girl. Within minutes of me leaving, she’s making a hell of a noise, shrieking like she’s dying. My mother had a little dog once who used to make that kind of noise if you forgot him outside. I leave her for a few minutes, see if she’ll settle, but if anything the crying only gets louder. She’s distressed, but I know she’s safe and I have to finish my calls before I go to her, so I do.

  It takes about fifteen minutes. By the time I get back into the room she’s hoarse from crying and her knuckles are white from clenching at the bars.

  “Dominic!”

  “Uh uh,” I chide. I don’t want her using my first name. Good little girls don’t call their daddies by their first names.

  “Let me out of here!”

  It’s a demand. I know she’s scared and panicked, but that’s no excuse for rudeness. I crouch down in front of the cage and put my hand over hers, locking eyes with hers. Her face is wet with tears, a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks. It’s fucking hot.

  “I’m here, little girl.”

  “Please, Daddy,” she whimpers, taking her cue from me. “L
et me out.”

  Her begging makes my cock hard all over again.

  “You only get out of the cage when you’re quiet,” I say softly, but firmly. “Yelling and screaming are no way to get what you want from me. Settle down, little girl. Take a deep breath.”

  She gulps air and looks at me with desperation in her beautiful eyes. She’s not crying anymore. My presence settles her. It’s not the cage she’s scared of, it’s being alone.

  “Alright,” I say when she’s been quiet for a bit. “You can come out now.”

  I open the cage and she practically dives into my arms. “I didn’t like that, Daddy!”

  “Shhh, little girl.”

  She clutches at me with such desperation. I cuddle her close and start to kiss her gently, reassuring her as I lift her up and lay her down on the bed. I ended up just pulling my shirt and jacket off, so there’s nothing between our bodies except my pants and I kick them off too, making myself as naked as she is.

  She’s been through so much and she truly is exhausted. As much as I want to fuck her again, I can see her eyes closing as she gives into sleep and it’s so sweet that I don’t have the heart to wake her up by pounding her pussy again. That can wait until tomorrow. For now, I hold my little girl and hope that her sweet dreams are enough to make up for this nightmare.

  Chapter Seven

  Marina

  Three days go by. They are the best and worst days of my life. Dominic makes it clear that he has no intention of letting me go. I am not even permitted to leave the room with the cage, though he hasn’t put me back in it. I should be grateful for that, I suppose.

  Usually I would be working twelve-hour shifts, aching feet and sore back, arms piled down with rich dishes for customers to enjoy. It’s hard work, but I never appreciated just how nice it was to have something to do. In my daddy’s captivity, I have very little to do and as the fear and strangeness of my imprisonment begins to wear off and my fear of Dominic starts to fade, I look for ways to entertain myself.

  It starts by leaving my room. I know I’m not supposed to. He’s been very clear on that fact multiple times. But when I try the door, I find that it isn’t locked. I could just turn the handle and walk right out of here. A little bubble of nervous excitement begins to rise in my belly. For three days, this room and the little en-suite beside it have been my world. He allows me the freedom to bathe myself as necessary, keeping my pussy and ass nice and clean for Daddy.

  Maybe I’m already getting spoiled. I wanted Dominic for so long before this and now I have him every day. He comes to me often, always with new treats and toys. There’s a massive big screen television on the wall, and a closet full of dresses finer than any I’ve ever worn before. They’re the sort of clothes you see celebrities wearing on red carpets, artistic, avant-garde gowns that only mock me because I’d be the definition of all dressed up and nowhere to go if I put them on, and Dominic always insists on my nudity whenever he is with me. He asked me about my hobbies. I told him I didn’t have any, but he must have gone through my apartment, because he has brought me near endless copies of the romance novels that used to lie scattered through my bedroom, dog-eared from frequent reading. I’m not as interested in them now that I have the man of my dreams—or rather, now that he has me.

  There should probably be enough for me in the room, but four walls will never hold a curious little girl’s attention for long and inevitably, after hours of false starts, looking at the handle, touching it, then backing away again, I open the door.

  “What do you think you’re doing!” Dominic’s voice lashes against my ears.

  I have barely peeked into the hall, but he’s already striding toward me, his lean, powerful frame clad in one of his customary suits, a scowl on his handsome features.

  I squeak and shut the door quickly, but he’s already there, trying to open it. I attempt to stop him by holding the handle, but he’s much stronger than I am and I skip out of the way as he pushes the door open and grabs hold of me by the back of the neck.

  “Really, little girl,” he growls. “Trying to keep me out?”

  “Uhm, no,” I lie. I shouldn’t be testing him. I know he is not a man to be defied, but there’s some mischievous impulse that demands I misbehave. He gives me a little shake, reminding me that there is no lying to my daddy.

  “I wasn’t trying to run away. I was just bored. I didn’t even put my clothes on, and I would probably do that if I planned to get off this island.”

  His eyes darken at the mention of me getting off the island. Dominic does not like the idea of losing me, and I love it.

  “Bored?”

  “I’m in here all alone for hours at a time.” I can hear the whine of complaint in my voice and I know I sound petulant and rude. If my daddy decides to lock me up, that’s his right. He told me that time and time again when he was inside me.

  In a very short period of time, Dominic has wired me for obedience. He has subverted my adult instincts and he has made me dependent on him for everything. There’s a little part of me that says I should be panicking and screaming and begging for release, doing everything I can to escape this dark, dangerous man who calls himself my daddy, but there’s a bigger part that never wants to leave this mansion.

  This is everything I’ve ever wanted. I just didn’t know what I wanted was so fucked up.

  I see him relax as he realizes I truly wasn’t trying to escape.

  “You know I’m going to have to punish you, little girl,” he drawls, his smile spreading wider. “And I’m certainly going to have to make sure that you’re not bored.”

  His hand fists in my hair and he thrusts me down on the bed, my naked body against the silk sheets. I slide across them, a moan escaping my lips. His electric, demonic effect makes me wet even though I know I am due another dose of the particular brand of pain Dominic likes to dole out.

  “No, Daddy, please!”

  His palm catches my bottom. This is why he keeps me naked and bare, easier to fuck, he says. It’s also easier to punish me.

  Smack!

  His hand lands against my ass, his fingers spread to catch as much of my vulnerable skin as possible. He squeezes my ass and shakes it a little before letting me go.

  “You need more than a hand spanking,” he says. “You’ve been a very bad girl, breaking the one rule I gave you. Stay in position.”

  I lie there, my ass up in the air as my daddy goes to the closet that stands in the corner of the room and is always locked. He must have a key, because I hear a click as it opens and then the soft sounds of him retrieving some items.

  He returns to the bed and tosses a few things down next to me before pulling both my hands behind my back and securing them swiftly with a soft fabric tie that feels nice, but is no less effective at keeping my hands in place than a pair of steel handcuffs would be.

  Next I feel him spread my legs wide. Something cold and very hard is fastened just above my left knee. And then something else is fastened above the right. They’re like shackles, but instead of a chain, there’s a thick bar between them.

  “Daddy?”

  “Just making it so you can’t move out of position, little girl,” he purrs. “I want this to be a good long lesson for you. You’re not bored, are you?”

  Mmmm. A tingle runs down my spine. These restraints make it impossible to move, if I was going to try to walk anywhere at all, I’d have to waddle with my hands behind my back. He has made me more helpless than ever. And I’m definitely not bored.

  Dominic returns. I feel something dripping down the cleft of my cheeks, lubricant pooling in the little hollow of my asshole. My daddy likes my bottom a lot. He has toyed with it several times when he fucked me, but now he seems to have a real plan for it.

  “Disobedient little girls have their bottoms caned and plugged,” he informs me. “You shouldn’t have opened that door, Marina. I told you not to.”

  “But…”

  “No buts, young lady,” he lectures. I turn
my head just in time to see him pick up a long thin cane. It’s made of bamboo and it looks like it will hurt. If I could, I’d squirm out of the way, but I have no leverage now, and no way to be able to move.

  Swish!

  The cane lands with a sound like a gunshot. I scream as blazing heat surges through me. I was expecting pain, but not like this. This sears my ass in one thin line, continuing to emanate an ache that only grows after the stroke lands.

  “Ow, Daddy! It hurts!” My voice comes in a pathetic little whimper.

  “I know,” he says. “It’s supposed to. I need you to obey me, little girl. You can’t decide to disobey just because you’re bored, understand?”

  He lays the cane down and picks up a rubber plug. I’ve seen them before on the internet. This one is about three inches long and thick as three fingers. It’s not a monster, but it’s not little either, and my daddy is pushing it against my lube-soaked anus.

  “Open up, little girl,” he warns me. “Relax your bottom.”

  I have no choice as my ass gives way and the rubber pushes inside me. He tricked me into this punishment. He could have locked the door. He could have made it so I couldn’t disobey. But he chose not to, because Dominic is twisted.

  The plug slides slowly into my ass, forced by his fingers into place. Maybe Daddy is angry at me, just a little, because he’s not being very patient with my tight little hole. I have to work to relax my ass, to resist the urge to tighten up and repel the plug. Daddy wants it inside me, so inside me it will go.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my hair as he settles the rubber into place. My ass is held open now, my anus clenching around the plug. It’s a very strange, very vulnerable position to be in, especially with my legs spread wide.