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

by Madison Faye

I cut off her protest with a hard look. “I said sit down.”

  Her bottom instantly hits the edge of the bed. “I was just going to take a quick shower…” she says almost absently. She wants to argue but at the same time wants to obey.

  “And I want to give my princess a bath.”

  “Oh… That would be,” she pauses to catch her breath, those big blue eyes of hers blinking up at me, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks as she looks at me with pure innocence, “nice.”

  Once the tub is full, I return to the bedroom to find Estella sitting in the exact same position. I pull her to her feet and into my arms. She comes to me willingly. With a finger under her chin, I tilt her face up. I want to see her every expression as I undress her. I reach behind her and slowly work her zipper down. When her back is fully exposed, I run my hands over her soft skin. Her eyes glaze with desire at my touch.

  Unable to help myself, I kiss her. Like before, her lips part easily and she succumbs, giving herself to me. I trail kisses down her neck and over her shoulder. I slowly push her dress down, kissing my way down her body until I’m on my knees in front of her, my face inches from her sweet pussy.

  “Are you wet?”

  Her cheeks blush at my question. She may stand in front of me boldly in nothing but her skimpy bra and panties but she’s still my blushing virgin. I love that about her. She’s confident in her skin, yet sweet and innocent where it counts. Including her hot little cunt. I press my mouth to her lace-covered mound, craving a taste.

  “Mmm. You taste like heaven.”

  “I—I…” she stutters, her words completely lost to a moan when I push her panties aside and lick her sweet slit. She’s waxed completely bare and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I grip her thighs, holding her steady as I lick her with soft swipes of my tongue until she buries her hands in my hair and rocks her hips forward, trying to control my movements. My palm cracks down on her ass in a resounding slap. Estella gasps but doesn’t push me away.

  “I’m in control, little girl, understand?” She quickly nods and releases her grip on my hair. “Good girl.”

  I give her one more slow lick before standing. I quickly remove her panties and bra, then l lead her to the bathroom. Once she’s in the tub, I kneel beside it and reach for the soap.

  “I can wash myself.”

  “I know you can, but I want to take care of you.” I’m pleased when she doesn’t protest any further. I start with her back and shoulders, gently massaging her as I wash her. She makes soft little sounds in the back of her throat that tell me how good it feels that have my cock aching and me fighting to control the urge to fuck her right here right now. Once she’s fully relaxed, I move to her front, running my hands up over her shoulders and down her chest. I circle her breasts, avoiding her sensitive nipples. Her chest rises and falls as her desire ratchets up.

  “Gage, please,” she gasps when my thumb barely grazes the underside of one hardened nipple.

  “What do you want?”

  “Touch me.”

  “I am touching you.” I cup her breasts and gently squeeze them to prove my point. She arches her back and moans in response.

  “My nipples… touch my nipples.”

  I nip her ear. “Ask nicely, princess.”

  “P-please touch my nipples.”

  “Good girl.”

  I swipe my thumbs over the turgid peaks, then pinch them lightly. She moans and rubs her thighs together. I pluck at her nipples, then run my hands down her stomach, I bypass where she needs me the most and she groans in distress. I lift her left leg from the water and wash her foot, massaging the sole until she once again relaxes back into the water.

  “Goodness, that feels amazing.”

  I switch to her other foot and give it the same treatment. By the time I’m done, Estella has her eyes closed and is completely relaxed, that is until I start working my way up her legs… first with her delicate ankles, then her calves… she squirms a little when I find a ticklish spot on the back of her knees and I make note to explore the area with my mouth later. Estella is panting by the time I’ve reached her upper thighs.

  She parts her thighs in invitation and who am I to decline?

  Her pussy lips are puffy and pink, her little clit peeks out from beneath its hood and even the bathwater can’t hide her wetness from my seeking fingers. I tease around her entrance while I press my thumb against her clit. I haven’t even breached her opening yet and I can tell I’ll have a hard time working my cock into her. She’s so tight and small. I picture her pink lips spread around my thick cock as I fuck her and nearly come in my pants.

  Jesus, I’m ruined over this girl. I wouldn’t want it any other way. Before the night is over, she’s going to know who she belongs to and I’m never letting her go.

  Chapter Five

  Estella

  Oh, my lanta.

  My body is humming from pleasure. Gage is teasing my clit relentlessly and I can feel an orgasm building bigger and bigger deep inside me. I’m almost afraid to let go. It’s a very real possibility that I will explode into a million tiny pieces and never be able to be put back together again. I war against my body’s need, almost as desperate to deny my release as I am to claim it, but then Gage starts to push one thick finger inside me and I detonate.

  The slow invasion is more than I can resist. I cry out as lights flash in front of my vision. I’ve brought myself to orgasm in the past but this far surpasses anything I’ve ever felt in my life and it keeps growing and growing. Gage doesn’t stop his ministrations, even when I push against his arm, desperate for a respite from the unrelenting pleasure.

  I stop fighting against him when he pinches my nipple sharply. “Who is in control?”

  I gasp and moan at the fiery pleasure-pain as another orgasm rolls through my body. “You,” I say, not recognizing the sound of my own voice. “You’re in charge. Ohh…”

  “Daddy. Say, ‘you’re in charge, Daddy.’”

  My pussy clenches around his fingers at the taboo command. I’ve read my fair share of sexy books, and secretly love BDSM books. I may be a virgin but I’m far from naïve. One of my favorite independent authors writes books with daddy doms and I’ve always been intrigued. I often imagine myself in the heroine’s shoes… now is my chance to live out one of my most secret fantasies.

  “You’re in charge, Daddy.” I’ve barely finished speaking when Gage’s mouth takes mine in a toe-curling kiss. His fingers slow until he’s simply petting my sensitive folds. Our kiss turns from a fierce coupling to a languid meeting of lips and tongues. Every muscle in my body feels limp as a wet noodle.

  “Let’s get you dried off and tucked into bed.”

  Mmm. Bed sounds perfect right now. I start to agree, but my words are cut off by a yawn. I don’t fight when Gage helps me from the bathtub and dries me off with a fluffy white towel. He picks me up and carries me princess-style to my bed. I lay my head on his shoulder and enjoy the closeness. Gages tucks me into bed and I instantly miss his arms around me.

  “Will you sleep with me? Daddy,” I ask, feeling shy.

  He leans over me, pushing my hair away from my face and kisses me softly. “I need to make a couple of calls.”

  For some stupid reason tears prick my eyes. I don’t want him to leave me. How is it that he’s been here less than twenty-four hours and I already feel like I can’t be without him? I’m crazy. My teenage crush has grown into something out of control. I know he said that I’m his, but does that mean he’s mine? Does it mean he wants me long-term or is this just until he leaves for his next job? My heart clenches at the thought. What if he’s like this with all of his clients? My stomach turns sickly when I consider that maybe this is how he keeps his clients happy and close.

  No. I push the thought away. Gage isn’t like that. We had a connection years ago even if he pushed me away. I know it. I think…

  You could be wrong, my brain helpfully suggests.

  “No pouting.” Gage ru
bs my bottom lip. “You won’t be sleeping alone. I just have to check in with my team. Get some sleep, princess. I’ll be back before you know it.”

  “Okay, Daddy.”

  Gage groans and gives me a quick but fierce kiss. When he stands, I can see his hard length pressing against his jeans and I realize that he didn’t take any pleasure for himself. I reach for him, suddenly feeling very much awake. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel. Gage catches my wrist before I can touch him. I gasp at his rough grip.

  “No. I said you need to sleep.”

  “But you didn’t…”

  “Do I need to spank your bottom to remind you of who is in charge?”

  The wicked look in his eyes tells me that he would very much like to remind me that he is in charge. The wetness between my legs says that I would like it, too, but I don’t want to disappoint him. I want to be his good girl. I shake my head and curl up under the covers.

  “Good night, princess.”

  I close my eyes and fall into a deep, dreamless sleep. Sometime later, I feel the bed dip just before Gage pulls me into his chest. I cuddle into him and drift off again. I sleep the sleep of the dead. The months of constant travel and work and the amazing orgasms from the night have exhausted me. I need a break, but I have another month of back-to-back jobs before I get a short reprieve.

  I’m having the most amazing dream. Gage is caressing my breasts while his mouth works between my legs. My hands are bound over my head and I’m completely at his mercy. His fingers pluck my nipples, pinching and tugging them until every touch is white-hot pleasure-pain from how sensitive they are. Gage thrusts his tongue inside me, and the sensation is earth-shattering. The slick heat as he explores my inner depths drives me crazy with lust. His fingers replace his tongue and he sucks my clit between his lips. I arch against him, crying out in pleasure. My orgasm is barreling down on me and there’s no stopping it. I jerk awake as my orgasm rips through me. Gage crawls up my body, settling between my legs as I pant with exertion.

  “Best dream ever,” I say breathlessly.

  Gage chuckles and I’m warmed by the sound. He’s always so serious. I like seeing this side of him. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Time to wake up and eat breakfast. Well, lunch really, but it’s pancakes so…”

  “Lunch?” I shriek, wiggling out from under him. I nearly pass out when I see the time; it’s almost half past noon. I had a fitting for a runway show early this morning and then a photoshoot right after. “Crap on a cracker! Bridgette is going to freak.”

  “Calm down, I cleared your schedule for the day. You need a break.”

  Calm down? Is he nuts?

  “But the show… the photoshoot…” Panic flares hot and heavy when I think about how mad my stepmother will be. I never miss jobs. Ever. I did a photoshoot in Bali even though I was suffering from food poisoning. Bridgette would never agree to me missing one job, let alone two. That’s thousands of dollars that won’t be deposited into her accounts. I’ll never hear the end of it.

  “It’s handled. The designer has your measurements, she’s going to do a quick fitting Saturday before the show. Miss Magazine was happy to reschedule.”

  “Does Bridgette know?” I cringe at the thought of explaining things to her. Gage’s expression turns dark at the mention of my stepmother.

  “She’s been handled.” He doesn’t elaborate, and I can only imagine the conversation went down like a lead balloon. “Now come eat before your food gets cold.”

  I take a quick detour to the bathroom. I’m shocked by my mussed reflection. My lips are kiss swollen and I have little love bites on my neck… that’s going to cause a stir. Hopefully Jet can cover them. The idea makes me kind of sad. I like the idea of being marked by Gage… by my daddy. I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face, deciding I’ll tackle my messy hair later.

  Gage is sitting at the little dinette table reading something on his phone with a frown on his face.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Nothing for you to worry about, princess.”

  I can’t hold back my pleased smile. I love it when he calls me princess. He’s not the first person to call me that but he’s the first one to use it in a non-condescending way. I sit at the table and take in the heaping stack of pancakes, fluffy eggs, and bacon. Honest to goodness bacon. I might be drooling.

  “Uhm, Gage?”

  He looks up from his phone, frowning at my untouched food. “What’s wrong?”

  “I can’t eat this. I’m on a restricted diet and I already ate pizza yesterday.” I look longingly at the bacon. Man, I miss bacon. “It’s Wednesday, today is plain nonfat yogurt with two tablespoons of granola and ten organic blueberries. The concierge should have stocked the fridge with my morning meals per my requirements.”

  Gage scoffs. I don’t think I’ve heard anyone scoff before. “I saw your meal plan. They are starving you half to death. Let me ask you; do you want to eat no-flavor yogurt and granola or that piece of bacon you’re eye-fucking?”

  “I can’t gain any weight… do you know how many calories are on this plate?”

  “I don’t fucking care. Which meal will make you happy? If you want the yogurt, that’s fine, but don’t you dare eat it because it’s what is expected of you.”

  He lifts one eyebrow as if he’s daring me to deny that I want the pancakes and bacon. I pick up the bacon and nibble the end. “Oh, my lanta,” I moan at the crisp goodness as it practically melts on my tongue. I take another bite and another until the piece is gone, and because I’ve apparently lost my mind, I lick the grease from my fingers, savoring every last taste.

  “I’ll never be able to look at a piece of bacon without getting a hard-on again. Fuck, you’re sexy.” He shifts in his seat and adjusts himself.

  I’m no longer hungry for bacon. I want Gage. I want to please him. I want to taste him like he tasted me. I slide off my chair and crawl to Gage. He spreads his legs and I rest on my knees between them, my hands on his thighs. I look up at him hungrily.

  “What are you doing, princess?” His voice is a rough growl that sends a shiver down my spine.

  “I want to taste you.”

  His eyes close for a moment and then he looks at me heatedly. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.” He grips my hair, tugging it roughly. “I was going to go slow with you. Take my time but here you are offering yourself up like a virgin sacrifice.”

  My pussy clenches at his words even as a slight spark of fear winds its way through me. Gage doesn’t want to make sweet love to me… I always imagined my first time would be romantic and slow. If I do this with Gage, he’s going to take me roughly and without remorse, I just know it. The dream of a tender lover dissipates and is replaced with a vision of Gage on top of me, holding me down and pounding into my body.

  “Can I please taste you, Daddy?”

  “Take out my cock.”

  I fumble with his belt buckle for a second with nervous hands but make quick work of his zipper. He lifts his hips and pushes his pants down to give me better access. He’s freaking huge. I’ve seen penises before, there is very little in the way of modesty in the modeling world, but Gage is longer and thicker than any I’ve ever seen. To say it’s intimidating is an understatement. A pearly drop of pre-cum beads on the tip and I lick my lips, wondering what it tastes like.

  “Lick it,” Gage commands.

  I lean forward and lap at the tip of his cock. His flavor bursts across my tongue. It’s not at all what I imagined, kind of salty and not at all unpleasant. I’ve heard girls talk about it being bitter and awful. The other models talk about blowjobs like they are a chore but after just one taste, I want more. I lick the tip, then circle my tongue around the head of his cock. I run my tongue down the length of him, then back up again.

  “Wrap those sweet little lips around my cock and suck.” I don’t hesitate in obeying. I suck first the head and then take him further. I bob up and down, trying to find a rhythm but worrying that I
’m not doing it right. “Mmm. Your mouth is so hot and slick. Such a dirty little virgin sucking Daddy’s cock. Untie the robe, I want to see what’s mine.” Again, I don’t hesitate and open my robe. I want to please him.

  His eyes roam over my exposed body hungrily. I lean forward and suck him back into my mouth. I try to take more of him and end up gagging. Embarrassed, I pull away. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me back down to his cock, my lips barely kissing the tip. “You were gagging on my cock like my good princess.”

  He rocks his hips up, wordlessly telling me what he wants. I take him back in my mouth, moving tentatively up and down his shaft. His hand tightens in my hair, stopping my movements. He abruptly stands, the chair banging to the floor behind him. I’m startled by his sudden movement, and I barely have time to catch my breath when he thrusts into my mouth, going deeper than before. I gag. His eyes flash with heat every time he pushes past my gag reflex. My eyes water in response but I love it.

  I love that he’s taking charge. That he’s doing exactly what he wants without apologies. “God, sweetheart, your mouth. I’m trying to control myself, but I can’t with you.” As if to prove his point, he thrusts even deeper into my mouth, his cock bumping against the back of my throat. My throat constricts, and I swallow around him reflexively.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  My pussy is throbbing, and I’m so turned on I can hardly stand it. I rub my thighs together and moan around his cock at the pleasure.

  “Naughty girl. Spread those thighs. I own all of your pleasure.”

  I whimper in need but do as he says. I redouble my focus on his cock. Swallowing around him as he enters my throat and sucking him as he pulls back. He tells me I’m a good girl. That I’m a perfect little cock sucker. And best of all, he tells me I’m his.

  “I’m going to come, and you better swallow every drop.” His movements become uneven and his cock seems to swell even bigger, if that’s possible, and then my mouth is flooded with his salty release. And just like he said, I swallow every bit of it down, then lovingly lick his cock clean. Once I’m done, I sit back on my heels and look up at him.