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

by Madison Faye

  Her head came up, eyes wide, at the same time the bag of toys rustled.

  She wanted to, so badly, but he was huge, barely fitting in her mouth.

  The creak of a lid made her stiffen right before the cool, wet glide of lube trickled between her cheeks. Grayson spread it over her tightly puckered hole with the tip of one finger, pressed inside. With Daniel filling her already, just the presence of one of his broad fingers stretched her. A second added to the sensation of fullness and she wondered how she’d possibly take all of him back there.

  More lube was applied and the cushions behind them shifted again.

  “Are you ready for this, sweetheart?”

  She gazed down at him, unsure.

  “He wants to possess all of you, the same as I have, Erica. Can you try?”

  “What if—” she began.

  Her daddy’s deep voice in her ear cut her short as Gray leaned over her back and said firmly, “Then we’ll stop. This isn’t good for any of us if it’s not good for all. Understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He kissed her cheek, then her shoulder, then spread a line of soft lip touches down her spine. As he moved into position behind her once again, Daniel’s cock twitched deep inside, a sign of his need, as his mouth grazed her jaw and down her throat. That both these gorgeous, confident, successful men wanted her above all others sent a tingling warmth through her body.

  So much of her pleasure came from giving them pleasure in return. Grayson was missing out on something she and Daniel shared, and it didn’t seem right. They were a triad, equal partners—well, not so much her as her men.

  She could do this.

  Grayson’s hands splayed over her ass, his thumbs spreading her cheeks wide. “Slow and easy,” he whispered, as the head of his cock, slick with lube, nudged against her opening. To Daniel, he implored, “Help me out, man. Work her clit and keep her wet, my hands are full already.”

  “With pleasure,” Daniel murmured, as his hand moved between them, his thumb circling and rubbing the hard nub in front. It felt good, as did his cock inside her and Grayson’s touch on her bottom. But she squeaked and tensed up as he pressed forward.

  “Breathe and relax,” Daddy D urged, his thumb moving ceaselessly, his other hand stroking her back, the whole time smiling his encouragement up at her.

  She forced her muscles to ease and accept the glide of Grayson’s huge cock in her shy, tentative hole. When the tip passed her small ring of muscles, there was a pinch of pain at first, but he gave her a moment to get used to him, added more lube, and when she was ready, proceeded slow and steady as promised.

  After several moments, she felt near to bursting and wondered how much more he had to give. She squirmed just the tiniest bit, sliding her knees further up Daniel’s sides and felt him go even deeper. “That’s it, baby girl,” the man beneath her murmured, his voice warm and full of approval. “Take your daddies into your beautiful body; there’s no place in the world we’d rather be.”

  His words sent a warm rush shooting through her. While she silently marveled she could take these two well above average-sized men at once and they didn’t split her apart, she thrilled at being possessed so thoroughly by them both.

  The control Grayson exerted as he held back was evident in his gruff tone. “We’re going to move now, Erica.”

  “Okay, Daddy, I’m ready,” she agreed, though her affirmative response came out half groan, half squeak. Taking them was one thing; being ridden the way they liked, hard and long, was another.

  His hands slid around to her throat, then up to her jaw as he raised her onto her knees. She arched her back as he turned her head and met her lips with his own. “Still slow and easy.”

  Daniel curled up to claim a nipple with his mouth as he thrust deeply inside her; this coincided with Grayson sliding nearly all the way out in back. Taking turns, they alternated possession, Daddy D hitting home with each measured pump while Daddy G gradually sank deeper as his thick cock claimed her tight backside.

  They were tender and careful, letting her adjust, but soon it wasn’t enough. With every nerve ending in her body sparking at once, she wanted more than cautious and nice. “Faster,” passed through her parted lips in a low throaty moan.

  A chuckle, deep though slightly breathless rumbled beneath her. “It seems our girl likes your huge dick in her ass, Gray.”

  “The feeling is mutual, bud.”

  “Yes,” she groaned. “I love everything my daddies do to me. But it’d be awesome if you’d stop discussing it and get on with the fucking so that I can come, please.”

  A sharp tug on her nipple and an even sharper swat on her thigh met her demand.

  “Are you in charge here, little missy?” Grayson asked in a low growl near her ear.

  “No, Daddy,” she whimpered. “But it feels so good, and I did say please.”

  “No matter how it’s packaged, a demand is still a demand, sweetheart.”

  She glanced down at Daniel, whose blue eyes were alight with passion. It didn’t help his thumb and forefinger still had a hold of her nipple, rolling and pinching and tugging firmly.

  “Yes, sir,” she gasped, “but please don’t be angry when I go off like a skyrocket in about five more seconds. The two of you pitted against little ole me is a lot to take, and I’m about at my limit.”

  His eyes shifted to Grayson, who still moved steadily behind her. “She’s got a point.”

  “True, and since she’s ours, we can punish her at our leisure, later, for forgetting who’s the baby girl and who are the daddies.”

  She sucked in a sharp breath when Daniel’s other hand found her clit at the same time Gray’s hips flexed and his thick cock embedded unbelievably deep.

  “Yes,” she cried. “I’ll take every spank, clamp, vibe, and plug gladly, and beg your forgiveness, but I promise, Daddies, my five seconds are almost up.”

  “Never say we didn’t take care of you, darlin’.”

  This was a promise as much as a warning, and she knew why the next second when Gray, still on his knees, slid his hands beneath her thighs and raised her knees to her chest. At their mercy, impaled on both their big cocks, her body weight pulled her down and they sank deeper.

  Scrambling for something to hold onto, one arm snaked up behind Grayson’s neck and the other curled around Daniel’s shoulders.

  She was helpless to do anything other than take and feel, as they moved her body up and down, hard flesh gliding into wet, filling her both at once. Together, and with one staying home while the other surged upward, they fucked her more fully than ever before in her life.

  Her head flew back, coming to rest on a broad shoulder as she groaned with indescribable pleasure.

  “Your five seconds have passed,” Grayson growled into her hair.

  “Come for us, baby girl,” Daddy D demanded.

  She didn’t need more encouragement than that, coming, while they continued to move inside her. It went on and on until she wasn’t sure where one orgasm ended and the next began, or if she experienced one long sustained climax. For the next several minutes, her two big, strong men dominated her body, moving faster and hard, fingers stroking, lips suckling, cocks pounding, until they too found their release, neither quiet about it as they did so.

  Limp, fulfilled, and utterly spent, she clung to them, until Daniel sat back on his heels and took her body weight, allowing Grayson to slide out. With her wound around him, Daddy D stretched out on the couch with her draped over him, while Grayson massaged her back with long sweeps of his hands, interspersed with warm kisses.

  Relaxed to the point where she could fall asleep, she flinched when a startled gasp sounded in the room. All three of them turned to the doorway and its source.

  “What the fuck?” Daniel growled, as his arms slid protectively around her body. It did little to hide her nakedness or what the three of them were doing on the office couch.

  Gray did better and grabbed the throw draped over the b
ack, covering her as he bent and retrieved his shirt. He concealed only his important parts as he turned to face the woman in the door and demanded angrily, “Do you often barge into private offices after hours?”

  Wide-eyed, Mona stared back at them.

  “How did you get in here?” Gray asked further when he got no answer. “I know damn well I locked the door when I came in.”

  “What the fuck, Mona?” Daniel repeated. “It’s nearly ten o’clock.”

  This seemed to snap the woman out of her trance-like daze. “I need to… I’m so sorry…” she uttered in a tearful, broken voice. “Oh, Erica, please forgive me, I didn’t think I had any other option.” She looked at the clock. “But I don’t have time to explain. I’ve got to fix the awful thing I’ve done.”

  She whirled and disappeared into the darkness of the hall.

  It was their turn to stare.

  “Oh, my God,” Erica whispered. “She’s the one who changed the bid.”

  “The hell you say,” Daniel thundered.

  Grayson didn’t utter a word, already stalking out the door.

  Her eyes met her daddy’s angry blue ones. “Why would she do such a thing?”

  “I don’t know, but I aim to find out.” He sat up, disengaging them where they were still joined. He dressed, not bothering with anything except his jeans. As an afterthought, he swept his shirt off the floor and tossed it to her. Then he too stormed down the hall to the front office.

  She took a few minutes to follow, having to clean up first. She searched through Grayson’s jacket for the handkerchief she knew she’d find—in this day and age, who carried a hanky? But she was glad he did, and quickly took care of some of the evidence of their dual possession, although the achy tenderness would likely linger for a while. She slipped into Daniel’s shirt, cuffing the sleeves that hung way past her fingertips. With her modesty protected, she rushed to her office where she heard crying and angry male voices.

  She skidded to a halt, finding a sobbing Mona at her computer, a furious bare-chested Daniel hands on hips glaring down at her, and Grayson on the phone, his glorious and utterly naked backside turned to them all.

  Crossing to stand in front of her bare-assed daddy, though he obviously didn’t care who saw what, she tried to pick up on the thread of the ongoing drama.

  “I understand the upheaval you’re in, Mona,” Daniel was saying, “but to do this to Erica, your friend, and putting all of us financially at risk is inexcusable.”

  “I know!” she wailed. “I couldn’t live with the guilt, that’s why I’m here. To fix what I’ve done, hoping you hadn’t already noticed.” She frantically typed away as she blubbered.

  “Mona,” Erica said quietly, trying to introduce calm into the highly charged situation. “It’s not necessary.”

  “It is. I’ve got to change the bid,” she glanced at the clock and shrieked, “Ohmigod! Please, stop talking so I can concentrate.”

  “No, Mona, I mean it’s unnecessary to change the bid. We already found out and sent it to the accountants. They’re working on it now.” She looked at Daniel. “Do you think we should call and confirm?”

  “I just did,” Grayson said. “Murray says we’re all set. He’s emailing the new documents for us to sign.” His eyes narrowed when they fell on Mona. “I also called Jarret.”

  The other woman stared at him for the count of three, then collapsed in a sobbing mess on her desk.

  “I’m going to put my pants on,” Gray muttered.

  Erica glanced at Daniel in question.

  “He means Jarret Benson, Mona’s father.”

  Louder cries arose from the distraught woman.

  “What’s going on?” Erica asked, thoroughly baffled how someone she thought she knew, who she’d worked with for years, went to lunch with, and still had girls’ night with her on occasion—when she could find a sitter—could have set her and her former bosses up this way.

  “Her husband walked out on her last week,” Daniel explained. “Cleared their accounts, hadn’t paid the mortgage or any of their bills in months. The bank is ready to foreclose, and the asshole she’s married to, the father of her four kids, is nowhere to be found.”

  A wail of anguish tore from the weeping woman.

  “But what did she hope to accomplish by doing this?”

  “She wanted her job back,” Daniel stated, keeping close to Mona, as if on guard like she’d suddenly bolt. “That’s why she was here earlier this week, hoping things weren’t working out and we’d hire her back.”

  “After firing me!” she stated angrily.

  “No, I wanted it to be how it was before,” Mona explained through her tears. “With me as manager and you assisting.”

  “By throwing me under the bus? Mona, I thought we were friends.”

  “I’m an awful person,” she acknowledged tearfully.

  “How did you expect the company to survive such a loss? There would have been no job for any of us after what you did.”

  “Mr. Proctor wouldn’t have held them to it. He’s a decent man.”

  “He’s a businessman, Mona,” Daniel snapped. “We might have been able to talk him around, but that was a huge gamble to take with someone else’s money.”

  “I don’t blame you for hating me. But I didn’t know what else to do.”

  When she started to go to her, Grayson, who had returned without her hearing—how could she over Mona’s bawling—pulled her against him with an arm around her waist. “Don’t forgive her just yet. She’s up shit creek, that’s for certain, but others have been in worse shape and didn’t betray their friends or turn to crime to deal. She needs to pay for what she’s done.”

  “Are you thinking about pressing charges?” Daniel asked, incredulity in his voice.

  Erica felt the same disbelief. Mona and her four little ones were hurting, thanks to her spineless excuse for a spouse. Where was his compassion?

  She squirmed in Gray’s arms until she faced him. “You can’t turn her in, Da—” She caught herself at the last second. “Please.” She glanced back at the miserable-looking woman seated in her chair. “Look at her. She’s devastated and not thinking rationally.” Turning to him again, she rested her hands on his chest, a little weepy herself when she asked, “What would her babies do without a mom?”

  “I didn’t call the cops, darlin’,” he reassured, while capturing both her hands in one of his, With the other riding low on her back, he pulled her close, dipped his head, and pressed his lips to her temple before he added quietly, “Though she may wish I had when her father gets here.”

  Mona must not have heard because she didn’t go into hysterics again. Instead, with a dazed look on her tear-streaked face, she looked from Erica to each man then back.

  “So, are you together? All of you?” she asked between hitching breaths. “I knew there was a spark between you and Grayson, and I suspected you had feelings for Dan, as well. I thought they’d eventually duke it out and the best man would win the fair maiden’s hand.” She sighed brokenly—still a romantic despite her own having crashed and burned. “I never imagined the three of you would be together. How does that work, exactly?” Even her distraught brain must have realized how that sounded because she blurted out, “I don’t mean sex-wise—”

  They didn’t need to explain the sex-wise; she’d walked in on them. It was after the big finish, but still.

  Erica would have responded, but Daddy G got to it first.

  “It’s really none of your business.”

  “Gray!” she exclaimed, shoving him lightly. To Mona, she explained, “I love them, and they love me, and they’ve been friends and partners forever, so it just seemed natural. Be happy for us. It might not be the norm, but we work.”

  “I’m glad it does for someone,” she replied with a sniffle. “And believe me, I’m not judging. Look what I did to my friends. That’s hardly the norm. Besides, I tried the old-fashioned way at love and it blew up in my face. I wish you the best
. But Erica, these two are big, demanding alphas.” She shook her head in sympathy. “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

  “You’re not telling me something I don’t know.” She grinned and snuggled back into the circle of Grayson’s arms.

  Daniel edged closer to the desk and held out his hand. “I’ll take the extra set of keys you have. Now.”

  “Yes,” she sniffled. “Of course.” When she laid them in his outstretched hand, her gaze landed on Erica. “I’m mortified, and so sorry. I swear I’ll never do anything awful like this again.”

  “And criminal,” Gray added softly.

  “How did you do it, Mona?”

  The distraught woman looked up at her question. “You’re too trusting, honey. You always wrote down your passwords and kept them in the same place, and you never remembered to enable the lock after signing feature.”

  Damn, she’d made it easy for her.

  A car door slammed in the parking lot.

  “We better get our clothes on, sweetheart,” Daniel advised, as he deposited the keys in his pocket, then grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall and into his office, shutting the door behind them.

  “Why would her father be worse than the police?” she asked while gathering her scattered clothes from about the room.

  “Jarret Benson is a good man. We’ve known him for years. But he’s never been one to spare the rod on any of his seven kids. I doubt he’ll start now once he hears what she’s done.”

  “You mean he’d… But she’s thirty!”

  He looked up at her, eyes flashing knowingly. “How old are you, baby girl?”

  She flushed, muttering, “Touché.”

  Daniel grinned, picking up her lace bra from the floor. He passed it to her and watched with an appreciative expression as she shrugged out of his shirt to put it on. “Jarret is a Texan, born and bred, like Gray and me. Need I say more?”

  No. Everything grew big in Texas, including men with dominant streaks a mile wide who had no trouble taking charge of their women.

  Once they’d made themselves presentable, they returned to the front just as Gray came in from outside. Mona was nowhere in sight.