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

by Madison Faye

“Things are just fine, Jake. Hey, I’m sorry for not calling, but I’ve only been here a few days, and I didn’t think you’d want to hear all the gory details…”

  “Gory details?” he repeated, cutting my thought short. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

  “Let’s just say my Sensei is doing his job, and he’s doing it extremely well.”

  “Hmmm. I guess it should’ve occurred to me that no news from either of you was good news, and far be it from me to question the master’s teaching process. So, here’s a light conversation we can have. What do you think of Austin?”

  “God, I love this city! Yesterday your dad took me shopping, and tonight he’s taking me out to dinner, so I can wear my new dress!” My high-pitched, giddy voice sounded like a babbling teenager instead of a grown twenty-four-year-old woman.

  “Hmmm, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were being romanced by my dad instead of taking instruction from him.”

  “Ahhh, but I’m supposed to be writing kinky romance, right, boss?”

  “Look, I didn’t call to pry—it just seemed like a good idea to stay in touch and make sure everything is going smoothly. I would’ve called my dad, but he’s such a private man…”

  Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I smoothed my blushing cheeks and thought about my latest fantasy. “Things are going well between us, and I think I’m getting a handle on what the readers want. He’s been really helpful in a lot of areas.”

  “Yes, I’m sure he has been,” he said, his voice laced with a bit of sarcasm. “But remember, if you ever feel like you’re in over your head with this arrangement and want to get out of it, call me. I’m only an hour away.”

  “Thanks, Jake. Listen, I hate to cut this short, but I’m supposed to be ready in five minutes…”

  “No problem at all. I know my dad is a stickler for people being on time.”

  “Yes, he’s a stickler about a lot of things,” I agreed, watching my eyes roll in the mirror. “Tell me, has he ever been checked for OCD?”

  As if on cue, John softly knocked on the door. “Are you ready, princess? Your chariot awaits.”

  “He’s waiting for me, so I better go.”

  “I’ll keep the OCD comment under my hat for now,” Jake promised. “Just knowing your saucy personality, I’m sure you’ve already gotten yourself into plenty of hot water.”

  “Imagine that,” I mumbled with a clear memory of the night before. “And this is only my third day here.”

  Jake’s chuckle was deep and hearty. “Right. Call me if you need anything.”

  “Will do. Bye, boss.”

  As I opened the door, John stood there looking handsome as ever in a starched white shirt, tailored navy jacket, and dark denim jeans. “Were you on the phone with Jake when I knocked?”

  Slowly my head bobbed. “Was I that loud?”

  “Not really, but these walls are kind of thin. You might want to remember that.”

  “Good tip,” I said with a straight face.

  “So, I guess he wanted to know how things are going.”

  “He seemed worried we haven’t been in touch with him.”

  John’s arms folded in front of his chest. “There’s more, right?”

  My eyes connected with his. I knew this was supposed to be only business, but what had gone down between us so far was the strangest damn arrangement I’d ever agreed to. And fuck me if I wasn’t turned on by this dominant man with the sexy salt and pepper hair. “I’m supposed to call him if I decide to end this agreement before the week is over.”

  “The exit card has always been in your hand to play.”

  “I know,” I purred, latching onto his elbow.

  “Let’s talk about how exquisite you look in your new black dress, and then we can discuss my OCD that you sounded so concerned about.”

  “So far, I’ve learned you have terrific vision, impeccable hearing, and possess no sense of humor. What other information do I need?”

  His lips pursed. “I have a nose like a bloodhound.”

  * * *

  “How about if I invite Jake to join us for a cookout on Friday night? You’ve never seen him in person, and it seems like a good time for you two to meet.”

  Clearing my throat, I thought for a moment and swirled the fragrant burgundy liquid around in my goblet. “Hmm. You aren’t thinking about setting me up for a humiliating scene that I can write about, right?”

  His hazel eyes sparkled in the candlelight that illuminated our table in the small family-owned restaurant. “In my house there are no scenes, only real-life consequences. So, you’ll have nothing to worry about if you behave yourself.”

  “I have been behaving,” I lied, recalling my earth-shattering orgasm the night before.

  He cocked an eyebrow and put his wineglass on the table. “Do you really think I believed that your moans last night were caused by a nightmare?”

  My mortified body inched back into the padded booth as I drew in a deep sigh. What was I supposed to say? I’d been so turned on by his latest threat that I created a fantasy and masturbated to it?

  “You knew and didn’t say anything?”

  “Your erratic breathing was a dead giveaway, but I wasn’t sure… until now.”

  I dropped my head, not wanting to make direct contact with his disappointed eyes, but he cupped my chin and raised it. “Do you know what you deserve for that brazen disobedience?”

  “Please lower your voice,” I whispered, my cheeks burning with sheer humiliation.

  As his nostrils flared, he looked like a judge eager to hand out a sentence. “You’re going to get a good spankin’ from your daddy when we get home, and I promise it will be one you’ll never forget.”

  My eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment just knowing that the older couple sitting next to us had heard him scold me. It was to be the longest three-course dinner of my life.

  Chapter Six

  With his fingers firmly threaded through mine, John tugged me into the kitchen to retrieve something from the refrigerator, and then we continued down the hall toward the master bathroom.

  “Have you ever heard of gingering?”

  “N-No. Is it a cooking technique you learned on the internet?”

  His square jaw was set as he opened the mirrored cabinet and reached inside for a bottle of lube. “No, it is a method used for punishing the inside of a naughty girl’s bottom,” he said, closing the mirror before displaying the shaved plug between his two fingers.

  “You’re going to do what with that?” I said with difficulty, though he already made it crystal clear where the damn thing was going.

  His eyes darkened. “Turn around, reach under your dress, and pull those panties down to your knees.”

  I knew he wanted me to obey immediately, but my feet felt like they were cemented to the floor.

  “If I need to ask again, your behind will be strapped after I’ve inserted this plug.”

  Glancing up into the mirror, my reaction to his warning was surprising. Instead of a look of indignation, my face was flushed with a strange desire. Jesus. I wanted this. I wanted him to take control. Waiting for his gaze to connect with mine, I submissively reached under the black sheath and lowered my panties.

  “Good girl. Now bend over the sink while I lubricate the root.”

  “Wait! Is that going to hurt?”

  But instead of responding to my question, he just flipped the small bottle of lube open and covered the plug until it was extremely wet. “What did I just ask you to do?”

  Without another word, I gripped the sides of the countertop and bent over, anxiously awaiting his next direction.

  John took his time folding the fitted dress over my hips and then he patted my thigh before running his wet finger up and down the cleft of my ass. “Spread your legs a bit more. Open up for me.”

  As I obeyed, the cool air wafted down onto my wet puckered hole, causing the soft muscle to quiver and tighten. But of course, that didn�
�t stop his finger from pressing against it. “Stop clenching and behave yourself,” he scolded, delving into my dark tunnel.

  I really didn’t mean to clench again as he added a second finger to scissor inside me—it just happened involuntarily—but John’s tongue clucked in disapproval as he removed his fingers to land a couple of brisk slaps to my trembling anus.

  “Dear God, that hurts!”

  “My bad girl needs to stop testing me.” Though the rebuke was resolute, his tone was calm as he firmly slid the shaved root in between the crease of my cheeks before pumping it in and out. But why would he shave a piece of ginger to resemble a phallus when he’d already owned an entire set of pink butt plugs? Naturally, it didn’t take too long for me to figure out that there were juices inside the heavy root. Fiery juices.

  What began as a warm feeling inside my ass eventually morphed into a blazing heat that awakened every nerve ending in my sensitive pucker. Grabbing onto the edges of the counter for dear life, I rose up onto my toes and started to plead with him. “Please pull it out! It’s starting to burn! It burns!”

  “I’m sure it does,” he said, twisting the ginger before giving a quick tug to the base, making sure it was properly seated. “Now you may clench to your heart’s desire, but it’s only going to make the juices spread.”

  “But it hurts! It hurts! Please take it out!” I wailed and screamed over and over.

  “Not before you receive that spankin’ I promised you.” His hand began popping my backside, and with each slap, the flames inside my dark channel climbed higher and higher, building with an intensity I could’ve never imagined.

  “Please! I promise to be good from now on!” As my head fell forward and the spanking finally ended, I thought he would take that damn intruder from my ass. But instead, his finger traced the slippery slit of my sex and my musky scent filled the air.

  “You are a naughty, naughty girl,” he said, his warm breath tickling my ear. “That embarrassing discipline aroused my little one, no?”

  My butt was burning, my clit was throbbing with need, and I made an intelligent decision to swallow a clever retort. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “I hoped you would eventually give in and admit your kinky desires.” With a tender pat to my sore ass, he finally slid the phallus out. “Now for a bit of oil to put out that fire, and then we can see about the reward you deserve for your honest answer.”

  Reaching into the cabinet for a bottle of argan oil, he saturated his hand with the heavy substance before sliding his slick finger inside my crimped hole. “How does this feel?” he asked, slowly exiting my anus before filling it again.

  “B-Better.” My sore rosebud trembled against the softness of his touch, and each time his thick digit slid out of my ass, I arched against his flesh, wanting him to fill me again and again. But then I glanced up in the mirror and watched through surprised eyes as John unzipped his pants before he dragged them down in a couple of strong tugs.

  “Daddy needs to know why you were pleasuring yourself yesterday. Was it the thought of my hard cock in your hot cunny or in your tight pucker?” His devilish grin was lopsided as his broad shaft bobbed behind me, revealing a bit of pre-cum glistening on the tip.

  My clit was aching to be massaged and my bereft bottom hole shuddered with a strange desire in the open air as I remained bent over the sink. Okay, he was right about my erotic fantasies. But did he really want this as much as I did, or was he just playing the part of my instructor?

  “Maybe my baby girl was fantasizing about a combination of both,” he rasped, tearing a condom wrapper open with his teeth. “How about if Daddy gives that sweet pussy of yours something to sing about while he fucks your ass good and fast?” After rolling the latex over his reddened member, he lubricated his cock and rubbed it over my crimped rosette. “Widen your stance, young lady.”

  Obeying, I instantly grabbed onto the counter and spread my feet further apart as he inched the broad head of his thick shaft into my tight, dark space.

  “Christ, it hurts!” I whined through clenched teeth.

  “You know better than that!” he growled, slapping my butt while pressing his stiff cock further inside. “If you take a deep breath and relax, I should fit in nicely. You’ve been stretched enough in the last couple of days to accommodate me.”

  Bucking back into him, I moaned softly as he continued stretching the sensitive muscles inside my narrow, sore ass. “Are you in all the way yet?”

  “Almost,” he said, his voice filled with lust as his fingers trailed the seam of my sex, coaxing my slippery cream to the surface. “And now it’s time to make that clit of yours beat like a drum.”

  Pressing two digits inside my pussy, he stroked my slick skin until I stilled against his warm hand, my inner petals engorged with a greedy desire.

  “Is this what my little one was dreaming about?” he asked, his warm thighs pressing against mine as my inflamed anus swallowed the thickness of his hard shaft.

  “Oh, God! Yes!”

  “Did you squeeze my cock with your tight ass while I fucked your snug cunt with my fingers?” he rasped through clenched teeth, pumping his digits into my pussy, rubbing and circling my clit with relentless abandon.

  No one had ever talked to me like that, and though his dirty forbidden words humiliated me, he knew damn well I was completely turned on by them. As my anus continued embracing the deep penetration of his cock, every nerve inside my dark tunnel was stunned with each deliberate movement of his slow and steady thrusts. This was a man who liked to take charge, and no matter what his motive, I was truly mesmerized by him.

  Unable to take my eyes off his expression in the mirror, I watched in awe as he gripped my hips harder and drove his thick shaft deeper into my bottom. But when his gaze connected with mine, he squeezed the bulging pearl that protruded from my aching clit.

  “If you ask politely, Daddy will let you come.”

  My gasp was loud and dramatic as I mouthed the word please.

  “You may come now, my darlin’ girl,” he managed through a grated voice, giving me the permission that I urgently needed. Jerking back into the warmth of his chest, an unfamiliar intense white light flashed, and I was immediately drawn into a spinning vortex of delight as my clit beat strong and sure just like he promised it would. I’d never had an orgasm so intense and quite frankly, it threw me off balance.

  John held my shuddering body tight against his while I enjoyed every bolt of lustful electricity charging through me, and then as if on cue, he came with a force, pulsing powerful rhythmic spurts. When I finally stopped vibrating, he slid his soft shaft from my tender crimped rosebud and whirled me around, his mouth capturing mine with a deep and soulful kiss.

  “I’ve been wanting to find someone like you for a long time, but I just didn’t know where to start,” he whispered, landing a brisk smack onto my bottom. “Are you sure this is what you want? A man who will discipline you when you are naughty, and spoil you like a princess when you’re his good little girl?”

  “Yes, this is exactly what I want,” I purred as his hot lips pressed against my neck while his large hand palmed my tingling ass.

  “I guess my son the matchmaker knew what we both wanted.”

  I sighed, lowering my face as reality set in. “It’s hard to believe that I’ll be leaving soon.”

  “Would you be willing to spend more than a week with me?” he asked, lifting my chin.

  “Really? You want me to stay?”

  “Why don’t we cancel your flight home and leave the ticket open-ended, for now.”

  Chapter Seven

  Two days later…

  Standing with my nose and bare nipples pressed against the wall of John’s bedroom, I heard the doorbell ring and reached to pick up my panties, when his deep voice stopped me.

  “You will leave them right where they are, young lady and think about why texting while driving is against the law in Austin.”

  “But can’t we do this later? Jake is at
the door!”

  “If you’re smart, you’ll stick your bare behind back out and stop arguing with me. After I let him in, I’ll return to teach my naughty girl’s bottom a good firm lesson.”

  “But he’ll know…”

  “Yes, I’m sure he will.” As his determined eyes bored a hole through mine, it was clear he didn’t give a rat’s ass who would hear him discipline me. “Well, maybe you should’ve thought of that before you decided to text him from the road today.”

  Turning around, I slumped my forehead against the wall. It was my own fault for trying to get in touch with Jake while driving, but I was so excited to tell him that I wasn’t going to leave at the end of the week.

  * * *

  “My son has decided to enjoy a beer in the family room while we have a short discussion,” John whispered in my ear as he tapped a wooden paddle onto my bottom, obviously marking his target.

  “Did you turn the television on, because I’m not hearing any noise… aghh!” I yelped and sprang upright as the back of the implement popped the base of my cheeks.

  “No. He’s going to catch up on some reading,” he said calmly. “And you will resume your position right now.”

  “But this is so embarrassing! He probably can hear everything!!” I squealed, dancing on the balls of my feet as he smacked my ass again.

  “If I were you, I’d be more worried about sitting on your behind at dinner than what Jake thinks right now,” he scolded, peppering every inch of my buttocks with the sturdy implement.

  “Ooooh, that hurts! Please! I’ll never use my phone again while I drive! I promise!”

  John seemed to be deliberating his thoughts as he cleared his throat, but then the tops of my tender thighs received a sharp smack. “That’s an intelligent response, but how do I know you mean it? After all, those words are easy to say when you’re being disciplined.”

  “I mean it, I do!” I sobbed, stomping my foot on the hardwood floor after each crack, trying to relieve the burn. If Jake didn’t hear the paddle smacking my butt, he surely heard the stomps of my feet along with the high-pitched yelps.