by Madison Faye
He continued to lick me, prolonging the ecstasy until finally, he stopped and crawled up the bed to lie on top of me. He kissed my lips and I tasted my sweet essence on his tongue.
“Did you enjoy yourself, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I hummed contentedly.
“Good,” he said with a smile. “I want to feel the same way. Can you help me with that?”
“Mhmm!” After giving me such a powerful orgasm, I was more than happy to return the favor. Plus, pleasing him made me extremely happy.
He pulled down his pajama bottoms, freeing his hard cock. He leaned in for a kiss as he slid his length inside of my already wet pussy. I gasped at the feeling of fullness.
“Are you all right, baby?”
“Yeah, but you’re big and you always stretch me at first.”
“And your pussy is tight, just the way I like it.”
Using my inner muscles, toned from plenty of yoga, I clamped down on him, squeezing even tighter and smiled with satisfaction when he groaned. He started moving faster, sinking deep with each thrust, which reawakened the tingling between my legs again.
“Daddy, those feelings from earlier are back.”
He smiled down at me, though it seemed rather strained, and pulled me closer. Incredibly, his shaft slid in even further. “Consider it a bonus, little one. Relax and enjoy it.”
Moving in and out at a more intense pace, it got a bit rough with each thrust bumping up against my pubic bone, but I liked it, and went soaring toward another climax.
Finally, I was pushed over the edge again, calling out his name.
A few seconds later, he grunted and planted as deep as he could. I could feel the warm rush of his seed filling me. He was marking me from the inside out. There was something so primitive about this act that made me immensely happy. There was no doubt who I belonged to.
We lay plastered against one another, neither moving as we caught our breath. My body felt deliciously sore and I closed my eyes, relishing the afterglow.
Soon, I started to doze, officially exhausted now. Work was not going to be fun in the morning.
“You doing all right, babe?”
I opened my eyes to gaze into my husband’s. “I was thinking about tomorrow and how hard it’s going to be to get up.”
“Yeah, but it was worth it, right? This was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”
“Yes, it was,” I admitted. Suddenly, a question dawned on me. “You aren’t going to make me call you Daddy outside the bedroom, right? ‘Cause that is something I’m not comfortable doing. Not bashing anyone who does do it, but it’s not my thing.”
“I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to do, Kate. Besides, I’m with you on this, honey. Inside the bedroom, I’m more than happy to be your daddy sometimes to spice up our love life, but outside these four walls, I’m just your husband.”
“Okay, good.”
We smiled at each other like two fools in love, mostly because we were, and because we now shared a naughty, very sexy little secret.
“Don’t forget to go to the bathroom. I don’t want to you to get a UTI,” he ordered, rolling over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.
“Ugh,” I grumbled, flinging myself rather dramatically out of my comfortable bed. I knew he meant well and he was right, but I was tired and didn’t want to bother.
After I finished, I climbed back into bed and fell asleep in the most wonderful man’s arms.
Chapter Two
On five hours of sleep, work was as rough as I’d predicted it would be. I was one of those people who had to have a full eight hours or I couldn’t function. I was already on my third cup of coffee with an espresso shot. I had to do something to stay awake.
“Late night, Welch? Kate?”
For the second time in about eight hours, I jumped. I wasn’t used to being called by my last name, so I didn’t pay attention to the person until she was standing right behind me and tapped me on the shoulder as she also said my first name. I turned to see who it was and knocked over my coffee cup with my elbow. Fortunately, it didn’t go all over me, but it spread quickly toward my work space. As it continued across the prep table, I grabbed a wad of napkins to mop up the mess.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Jasmine, one of the line cooks said as she rushed to help.
A pastry chef at a well-known French restaurant, I got to create amazing and delicious treats for my customers. Normally, I loved my job, but today I wasn’t feeling it. My mind was preoccupied with other things—mostly Michael—which was why I hadn’t heard her come up behind me.
“It’s okay,” I answered, sending her a quick smile before I went back to the new version of crème brûlée I was trying to create. I was going for a peanut butter and chocolate one, but I couldn’t seem to get the ratio of chocolate to peanut butter right.
Jasmine put the spoon down and said, “Give me the details.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. Jasmine was a nice woman and I did consider her a friend, but I wasn’t the type to air my private business at work. Especially when it concerned specifics about the intimate side of my marriage. Within an hour tops, the entire kitchen staff would know what my husband and I were into. It was our business and no one else’s, especially after last night.
“There aren’t any details to share. I just had a late night.”
“Hmm, was this late night because of your husband? Did he request a booty call in the wee hours of the morning?”
A rush of heat filled my cheeks as I imagined once again what Michael and I had done earlier. Apparently, that was answer enough for her.
“Oh, my gosh! Now you really have to give me the deets! I’ve been single for a few months and haven’t gotten any. I’ve seen your husband a couple of times; he’s a hunk. Let me live vicariously through you, pleeeease,” she whined right before she put her elbows on the counter, propped her chin in her hands, and stared up at me waiting.
I took a deep breath, trying to come up with a suitable lie, but nothing came to me. So instead, I told her the truth. “Thanks for your interest in my love life—even though it’s a little disturbing—but I really don’t like to talk to anyone else about this. It’s between me and my husband.”
“Oh, come on, girl! You gotta help me out. I’m going crazy reading romance books. I want to hear about something real.”
“Seriously, Jasmine, I can’t tell you. My husband would get mad. He doesn’t like me gossiping about this either.”
That was the truth. Michael worried someone would find out about our kinky bedroom activities, especially the spankings and accuse him of abuse. This was absurd, of course. I loved it when my husband took me over his knee and paddled my butt. It stung, there was no denying it, but the erotic pain turned to pleasure once I started to relax. Who wouldn’t want that?
“Are you into kinky shit? Is that why you won’t tell me? Are you guys one of those couples that watched Fifty Shades of Grey and decided you want to live that crazy lifestyle? I don’t know how people do that. If a man tried to spank me, I’d beat the shit out of him so fast, he wouldn’t be able to blink.”
Thank the Lord our boss yelled at Jasmine and me to get back to work before I had to respond to her comment. She went over to bother someone else and with what she said replaying in my head, I lost the last bit of desire I had to work.
Did average people really think folks who participated in kinky activities were freaks? If she thought spanking was bad, I couldn’t fathom what she would think of me if she knew I liked to call my husband Daddy when he screwed my brains out.
Shaking my head, I went back to work. I needed to get this new recipe down or else my boss would have my head.
* * *
By the time the restaurant closed, I was ready to pass out. Thankfully, tomorrow was my day off. I could sleep in and try to put this awful day behind me. Ever since Jasmine’s voyeuristic interrogation, I hadn’t been able to focus on anything f
or the life of me. Every time I tried to do something, I questioned if I was doing it right or the freakish way. My boss ended up yelling at me, something he rarely had to do because I prided myself on being an excellent employee.
When I pulled my car into my driveway, I was ready to head straight to bed, but sleep wasn’t in my immediate future, sadly, because my husband was waiting for me in the kitchen. He had prepared dinner for the two of us. I couldn’t refuse to eat or else he’d know something was up. I was hoping I could eat, claim I was sleepy, and go right to bed.
Taking a deep breath, I put on a fake smile and said, “Hi, honey. You didn’t have to wait up for me.” It was already 10:15 at night and with his job, he had to get up early.
“I wanted to,” he said, pulling a chair out for me. I took a seat and smiled at my napkin, which he’d folded into the shape of a swan. My husband was awesome at origamis. “Besides, if I hadn’t stayed up, I wouldn’t get to see you until tomorrow evening.”
“True,” I muttered, grabbing my fork and taking a bite of the delicious baked chicken in front of me. I might be a pastry chef, but my husband had me beat when it came to cooking. The man had talents.
“How was your day?”
“It was good.” I took another bite. When I didn’t hear him say anything else, I glanced up. He was staring at me. His head was slightly tilted to the side and one of his eyebrows was raised. Quickly, I added, so he wouldn’t probe for the real truth, “I’m sorry I’m not better company tonight. All day long I worked on this new crème brûlée recipe and I couldn’t get it right. My boss finally yelled at me because I kept messing it up. I don’t understand why I can’t figure this out.”
His eyebrows furrowed together. “Really? It isn’t like John to yell at you for experimenting. You said he only does that to others if they’re distracted or just suck. I know you don’t suck. Were you distracted about something else?”
I didn’t want to say anything about last night because then I was afraid he wouldn’t want me calling him Daddy again when it was the hottest sex we had ever had. So I told part of the truth. “I felt like I sucked today. Getting the right ratio between chocolate and peanut butter is harder than I expected. I think after my last one though, I know the correct amounts.”
He smiled. “If you ever need a taste tester, I’m here for ya.”
I chuckled. “Thanks, babe.”
We finished our dinner, chit-chatting about his work and both our families before we crawled upstairs and went to bed. I was so tired after everything that had happened today, and when my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.
Chapter Three
Groaning, I rolled onto my back and opened my eyes. I still felt exhausted. I’d woken from nightmares, twice.
The first one had featured Michael paddling my ass in our bedroom and then suddenly we were transported to my mother’s house. We were on a stage and all my family were around us watching. They were all appalled at my bright red, freshly spanked bottom.
The second dream was very similar, but my husband was using a leather riding crop instead of a paddle and my parents said they never wanted to speak to me again, which resulted in me waking up sobbing into my pillow. Thankfully, I hadn’t woken Michael.
Looking at the clock, I saw that it was only 4:30. It would have been smart to try to go back to sleep, but I didn’t have it in me to go for a third round with my subconscious. Instead, I decided I would go for a run on the treadmill and then take a shower. I could make my husband breakfast and then go back to bed once he left.
I hated running, but it would exhaust me to a point beyond dreaming.
As quietly as I could, I slipped out of bed, changed into my workout clothes, and went into the spare bedroom where we kept the treadmill. I stretched for a couple of minutes—getting cramps on top of everything else would be my luck—then hopped onto the machine. Setting it to a program that would keep me running at a steady pace, while also adding a bit of an incline, I got going.
Today, I didn’t want to listen to music as I worked out. I wanted to focus on the beating of my own heart and zone out. If I ran fast enough, I’d hit that sweet headspace where it felt like nothing could hurt me. It was almost the same feeling as the one I got after a good spanking.
In no time, it felt like my lungs were on fire. I didn’t care though. I wanted to forget everything for a little while.
It didn’t take long until finally everything went away. All I focused on was the cadence of my heart and how it felt like I was floating. It felt wonderful to be in this zone. It was utter relaxation.
I wasn’t sure how long I continued like this until suddenly, Michael was at my side yelling, “Kate! Stop the treadmill. Now!”
It took me a moment to understand what he meant, but when it clicked, I did as he asked. The machine slowed until it came to a final halt. This wasn’t the smartest of plans. My body didn’t have a chance to come down from my running high, so I felt a little uneasy on my legs.
I tried to hide this, but of course with how graceful I was, I almost fell on top of him. Thanks to his quick maneuvering, he caught me and held me steady with both of his hands on my upper arms.
“What are you doing working out this early in the morning?”
“I… umm… you know.” Clearly my brain had decided it was time to go back to sleep because I couldn’t seem to come up with a half decent response to his question.
While his eyes searched mine, all I could do was stare back at him and smile. Suddenly, I burst into a fit of giggles.
His eyebrows furrowed together. “What’s so funny?”
“You have bed head,” I answered, which prompted more laughter from me. I normally didn’t laugh like this ever. It must have been the combination of working out and being exhausted that made me giddy.
He shook his head. “You’re in so much trouble, missy.”
“Why?” I asked, sobering up a bit. I didn’t like being in trouble. My bottom especially didn’t like it.
Instead of answering, he picked me up bridal style and carried me out of the spare room and into our bathroom.
“What are we doing in here?”
“You’re covered in sweat, Kate. You need to get cleaned up before you go back to bed.”
Without waiting for me to respond, he pulled my shirt over my head, followed by my sports bra.
“Take your shoes off,” he commanded.
Not needing to be told twice, I removed my shoes, and deciding to make things easier for him, pulled my panties and shorts off too.
“Good girl.”
Before this went any further, I asked, “Why do I need to shower? I just went for a little run.”
“Look at yourself, babe.”
I did as he said and was surprised to see his earlier statement was correct. I was covered in sweat. I didn’t get why though. It wasn’t like I was running that hard. How could this justify a punishment?
I glanced back up at my husband, who was still shaking his head. “The fact you didn’t realize how fast you were going and how it was affecting your body is reason number one why you’ll be getting punished later. You could have seriously hurt yourself. If you ever need this kind of endorphin rush, I want you to come to me where I can help you and keep you safe during it.”
“What’s reason two?”
“I think you know, babe. You’ve always been terrible at lying. Looks like it was my mistake letting you have a bit of a cooling off period before I tried broaching the subject with you again.”
At his announcement, my heart dropped to my stomach. It appeared that I was busted for not telling him the full truth the night before. Crap!
He opened the shower door, guided me inside then quickly removed his clothes and followed me in. Having his big sexy soap-slicked body rubbing against mine seemed more of a reward than a punishment. I decided to enjoy this early morning surprise and worry about the rest, later.
Our shower was spacious enough for two. It was square-sh
aped with a big glass door and three water heads, one on either side and one above. With all of them on, there was no place I could stand without getting wet.
The warm water running over me and soothing my muscles felt heavenly. I’d tensed up after running more than I realized. I guess I hadn’t been paying as much attention to myself as I should have this morning.
Michael reached for the shampoo. He put a dollop in his hands, rubbed them together, and then started to massage my scalp.
I all but purred as I leaned against him and let his strong fingers do the work.
“Mmm, that feels great.” I sighed from pure relaxation. I was one lucky woman to have a husband who enjoyed giving scalp massages.
“We need to rinse your hair, sweetie.”
Begrudgingly, I moved a bit forward so he could do as he said. Once he finished with his task, he rubbed some conditioner into my hair and rinsed it out too.
When he finished, I turned back to face him as he was lathering his hands with some body wash.
I went to pull him to me for a kiss. Instead, he grabbed my hands and started to soap them up. In no time at all, he had me scrubbed down from top to bottom.
“It’s time to get out now.” He was about to switch off the water, but I stopped him.
“No,” I whined.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ummm… we’re in the shower together. Naked and wet. Don’t you want to fool around a little?” As I asked, I ran my right index finger down his chiseled chest, while gazing into his handsome eyes.
“Not right now. We need to get you dried off and back to bed.”
When he reached for the knob a second time, I stopped him again. This time, I grasped his thick cock in my hand. It sprang to life, all eight inches of it.
“Hmmm, it seems like someone is liking my idea very much.” I stroked his length and smiled up at him. His pupils dilated ever so slightly. “Come on, babe. Let me blow you before you leave for work.” When he still seemed to be debating it, I added, “Please, Daddy, let me suck your big popsicle.”
