Until Daddy

by Measha Stone

  “Thank you.” He took the brush from her and rested it on his knee. “Now put your hands behind your back. You don’t hide anything from me, little girl. Especially that pretty pussy. It’s mine to look at whenever I want, and even if you think I don’t want to see it because you’ve been bad, that doesn’t mean you get to hide. Hands back, there. That’s a good girl.”

  He had a way of easing her mind into a softer place. Somewhere she could let go of the nagging sensations of being in control. He let her slip into a gentler frame of mind, nearly cradling her as she found her place.

  “Do you understand why you’re being punished, Carissa-girl?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said, keeping her eyes fixated on the brush and not his face. The disappointment that tinted his voice would be mirrored there, and she couldn’t look at that.

  They’d only been together a few days and already she was going over his knee.

  “Tell me.”

  She held in the pout, but still let some of it slip into her answer. “Because you wanted me to tell you where I went. And you didn’t like my answers this morning. And because you didn’t like the curse I used.”

  He slapped the brush against his palm. “Okay, let’s get this done then.” He patted his knee. “Bottoms up.”

  She might have found the term slightly amusing if she hadn’t been crawling over his muscular lap in order to have her backside blistered.

  He didn’t hold back. Right out of the gate, he brought the brush down on her upturned bottom. “You will learn that, when I ask a question, I want a direct answer.”

  She wiggled as the force of the brush increased. Each swat impacted harder. It took no time at all to realize she wouldn’t be able to get through the spanking as easily as she had past sessions.

  “You will learn to watch your attitude, little girl.” The brush landed with a particularly harsh swat on her left cheek and then her right, making her efforts to squirm away kick up a notch.

  “Ow!” she yelled when he upped the intensity again. “Wait. Ouch!” She waved her hand behind her, but he easily caught her by the wrist and wrenched it to the small of her back. “It hurts!” She wiggled her backside, trying to evade the wooden devil he held in his hand.

  “You aren’t getting away.” He jostled her a bit, trapping her legs with one of his own and wrapping his arm around her waist.

  Completely trapped and blocked from protecting herself, all she could do was feel. Each burning stroke of the brush. Every word of his lecture. All of it soaked into her body.

  “I won’t control every minute of your day, but if I ask you where you’re going, you will answer me.” He punctuated his statement firmly with a stroke to her thigh.

  “I’m sorry!” she cried out. The spanking continued no matter how much she tried to wiggle free.

  Finally, her head dropped, she wrangled her hand free and steadied herself by placing her palms on the floor, and she gave in.

  “I’m so sorry, Daddy.” She sniffled, hot tears dripped onto the carpeting below her. Not only did her bottom hurt, but her chest burned with regret. Several long moments passed before she realized he’d stopped spanking her and was stroking her fiery bottom with his fingertips.

  “You took your first bad girl spanking pretty well, Carissa,” he said.

  His compliment shoved away some of the dark cloud hanging over her. He helped her up from his lap and moved her to stand in front of him again. She remembered his rule and didn’t try to cover herself.

  “You were just punished, so you won’t get to have any fun with this pussy of yours right now.”

  He kept his eyes glued to hers as his fingers slipped between her wet folds. She tensed her jaw, keeping the moan inside, afraid he’d take his hand away if he knew how good it felt.

  “So wet for me.” He rolled his fingers over her clit, circling it and pushing on it. Her eyes closed and she slid her legs apart for him, knowing she looked desperate, and not giving much credence to the shame her mind told her she should feel. Her pussy dictated her movements now.

  “Please.” She arched her hips toward him.

  “Nope.” He pulled his hand away abruptly and her eyes flew to his face just in time to see his fingers disappear into his mouth. He sucked the juices off and smiled. “Maybe later, if you’ve been a good girl the rest of the day.”

  She chewed on her lip. His trousers were bulging from his obvious erection. Surely he wouldn’t want to deny himself pleasure. Her hope came alive again.

  “What about you?” She tilted her head and pointed to his hard on.

  He shifted in his seat, gripping the bulge and making himself more comfortable.

  “You want my cock?”

  “Oh yes.” She smiled.

  “Get on your knees then,” he ordered. He shucked off his shirt, exposing the hard-rippled body beneath.

  She moved quickly to the floor, dragging her hands across her face to rid herself of her tears.

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather cuddle?” he asked, standing from the chair and working his belt buckle free.

  “No, no.” She shook her head. They could cuddle after. She’d cuddle the hell out of him if he would just put out the fire he’d built between her legs.

  She watched, starved and anxious as he jerked his pants over his hips and his cock sprang out from behind his boxers. Salivating like an animal in heat, she reached for his staff, but he smacked her hand away.

  “Take off your top and bra.”

  Quickly, she went about obeying, then reached for him again.

  When he pushed her hand away once more, she looked up at him with irritation.

  “Eyes on my cock,” he ordered.

  His stern hand gripped his thick shaft, and he began to stroke it. She’d seen cocks before, so it wasn’t shocking, but it was… it was beautiful. He was long and thick, with a drop of moisture beading at the head. His palm ran over the smooth tip of his dick, coating his shaft with the juices. He jerked his hips forward, pushing his length through the tight grip of his hand and let out a moan. One filled with pleasure and desire.

  When she leaned toward him, he tapped her mouth with his free hand. “You only watch.”

  She wanted to stomp something but his hand dove into her hair, fisting it at the roots and holding her just out of reach of his cock. She could smell the masculine scent of him, her tongue ached to touch the silken bulb of his dick, but he kept her right where he wanted and gave her no room to move.

  Faster, he stroked. His stomach muscles caved inward and twitched. His breath came faster. The grip on her hair intensified.

  She wanted him, wanted to taste him, stroke him. She wanted her own damn pleasure, too. But he wouldn’t be giving it to her. He would be taking his pleasure and she would only be watching. Because she’d been naughty.

  “Fuck.” He yanked her head back and took a micro step toward her. She opened her mouth, waiting for her reward for taking this part of her punishment—the worst part—well.

  But he aimed lower.

  Hot spurts of his come streamed from his cock onto her chest, her neck, and her chin. He kept every drop away from her mouth. Her shoulders slumped when he finally released her hair.

  He caught her chin and pulled her gaze to meet his.

  “You can’t lead me around by my cock, little girl. Never try that again, understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” Fresh tears sprang to her eyes.

  “No more tears.” He released her chin and brushed them away. “Lesson learned, isn’t that right?”

  “Yes.” She nodded.

  “Good enough. Now, I’m going to fill a bath so I can wash you up. Then we’ll check out your kitchen for food. I’m starved. You stay right here on your knees until I call you, okay? Just reflect on what you’ve learned.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she said.

  Even with the pull of her arousal, her mind calmed. She’d messed up, but he wasn’t storming out, he wasn’t giving in.

  “I’
ll be back.” He pressed a warm kiss to her forehead, pulled his pants back up and walked off toward the bathroom.

  He wasn’t supposed to be so perfect.

  Chapter 6

  Damn, he wanted to bury himself inside her.

  Jamison sat on the edge of her bathtub, watching her. The lavender scented bubble bath he’d found under the sink created just enough white fluff to cover her naked body, but every now and then, when she moved, a nipple would peek through, and he licked his lips.

  She lay back against the tub, bubbles up to her collarbone, with a soft smile on her face. He probably shouldn’t be letting her have so much fun, considering he’d just punished her, but it would have been more painful for him not to see the joy on her face.

  “Don’t take bubble baths very often?” he asked, flicking the top off a mound of bubbles.

  She opened her eyes and bit her lower lip. “Don’t usually have time. On my days off, I’m usually running errands, or at a meeting.”

  “Hmmm, meeting for work?”

  “Uh. No, just meeting friends or stuff,” she said. The little quiver in her voice gave her away. She was keeping something from him.

  “What sort of stuff?” He tried to keep his voice light. Hadn’t he just reddened her ass because of her evasive answers? Had she forgotten so quickly because he hadn’t been hard enough on her? He’d been gentle compared to what he’d wanted to give her—and would give her if she continued to be so damn cryptic.

  “Sometimes I visit a women’s shelter to help out with their health care programs.” She shifted her seat, sitting upright. The bubbles fell away from her chest, leaving just a few stowaways clinging to her breasts. Her full, well rounded breasts.

  “You volunteer? Why didn’t you tell me that? That’s great.” He reached over and wiped her hair back from her face.

  “Just didn’t really come up before.” She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. He didn’t like her breasts being covered up, but he’d get a good look soon enough.

  “So, what else do you do there?” he asked.

  “Mostly just the programs. I’ve sent a few women there from the ER because they were being abused at home, or young girls who’ve just delivered a baby and had nowhere else to turn.” She rested her chin on her knees. “Sometimes I help in the clinic if the staff nurse needs me.”

  Her entire body was coiled up in a ball, giving him no view of anything other than her knees. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a naked woman before him and they’d just talked. His comfort level with her surpassed any other he could remember.

  “What made you start volunteering there?”

  Her eyes darted away from him, and her muscles tightened. Her whole body seized up for a moment, and although it passed quickly, he noticed.

  “I’ve been doing it so long. I don’t really remember.” She still hadn’t looked back up at him, and the little tremor in her voice told him she was holding something back.

  Trust was earned, not taken, he reminded himself. Whatever had transpired in her past to make the women’s shelter a meaningful part of her life probably wasn’t something she enjoyed reliving. He could probably demand she come clean, tell him everything, but he wouldn’t. Forcing that sort of honesty from her wouldn’t build the foundation either of them could stand on for long.

  And, for the first time in a very long time, he wanted the foundation to last.

  “So, you spend your days saving lives, and your time off making lives better.” He scooted along the tub ledge, getting closer to her. His tub back at his condo could hold both of them. There he wouldn’t be sitting on the outside looking in, he’d have her naked body curled into his own.

  “Well, I’m transferring up to the mommy and me ward next week. I hope that won’t lower your opinion of my greatness.” The teasing was back in her voice.

  “Dealing with crying babies, nervous new fathers, and women going through post-partum emotions? You’re going to be a saint.” He could admit to himself at least, the idea of her moving out of emergency made him feel a bit more comfortable. Midnight shifts in Chicago emergency rooms weren’t all bursting appendixes and high fevers. At least on the maternity ward she wouldn’t come across men bleeding out from a gunshot or have to worry about the shooter barging in to finish the job.

  She laughed and rested her cheek on her knee, looking up at him with such raw beauty, it made his breath hitch. She wore little make-up, just a bit of coloring around her eyes. Everything about her was so natural. So real. It was unexpected.

  “Why the move?”

  “There was an opening for a more static shift, and I put in for it. It was a long shot. Those shifts are the golden tickets of the nursing world at County Central. I’ll get to be on day shifts for six months, then rotate to the middle shift. There’s still movement, but not like now. Now I can be on early shift one week, late the next, then early again, it’s fucking hell on my sleep cycle.”

  “Then I’m glad you got the position, but I’m not glad about that word. Watch your language.” He tapped her lips with his forefinger. “I think I’ve warned you before.”

  “Sorry,” she whispered, her eyes moving to the water. “Daddy,” she added.

  “Mmmhmm.” He couldn’t help but smile at her when she looked up at him through her dark lashes. She seemed to be surveying his expression before raising her chin to meet his gaze.

  “I’m not keeping you from something tonight, am I?” He would leave if she had plans. He wouldn’t get in the way of her volunteering, but he hoped she had the evening clear.

  “No. I’m all yours today.” Her lips curled up into a smile, playful and innocent.

  “Hmm, I like the sound of that.” He put on a casual grin, reached into the tub and yanked the stopper free. “I don’t see a towel here, where are they?”

  “In that little pantry thing in the corner.” She pointed to a cabinet next to the sink.

  He retrieved the biggest towel he could find and brought it back to the tub.

  “Okay, bath’s done. Now it’s time to get out, little girl.” He held his hand out to help her but she didn’t reach for it. She stood up in the tub and started to get out, but he stopped her.

  “It’s okay, I have a mat—”

  “I want to dry you off first, stand still now.” He took the towel in both hands and began to wipe away the residual suds and moisture from her body. He could feel her eyes on him, watching his expression as he continued to stroke her smooth skin with the cotton towel. Moving it across her collarbone, he dried a path across her shoulders and traveled down her arms until he reached her stomach. There, he gently wiped slower.

  Her pussy was completely bare, and even with the lavender scent left on her skin, when he squatted down to dry off her legs, he could smell her aroma. The sweet smell of her need. She’d been so good in the bath, letting him wash her when he wanted to, and being as open with him as she could for now. He would have to give his girl a reward.

  As he straightened back up, he threw the towel over his shoulder. “Step out for me.” He gripped her arm to keep her steady, not giving her a choice to take his hand this time.

  The tips of her hair were wet from the bath, but otherwise she was completely dry and fully nude. “Come sit here.” He lifted her off the floor easily and put her on the countertop of the sink. It was not an overly large bathroom, there was enough room for her to sit on the edge but no more without slipping into the sink.

  “Lean back a little,” he instructed and brushed her hair back over her shoulders until her full chest was exposed.

  She pressed back against the mirror and kept her eyes on him. Watching to see what his next move was, anticipating what he might be doing.

  “I want to see these titties.” He cupped both breasts, feeling the weight of them. Not too large, barely a handful, and perfectly shaped. Her dark nipples puckered at his attention. He rubbed his thumb over both while watching her expression change from a
nticipation to pleasure.

  He leaned over, taking one nipple into his mouth, and began to suck. She moaned; the only encouragement he needed. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue over the peaked nub while his fingers began to twirl her other nipple.

  Her legs slid apart, giving him room to get closer to her. She’d be soaking wet if her quickened breath was any indication of her arousal, but he wouldn’t check yet. If he touched her pussy, if he felt the slickness of her lips, he’d devour her before he really got started. And he planned to take his time—to give her the attention she deserved when she came unglued in his hands.

  “So pretty.” He kissed the valley between her breasts, moving to her unkissed nipple. He licked her, dragging the flat of his tongue over the peak until it sprang to attention. Again, he took it in his mouth and began to suck, twirling his tongue around the hardened bud.

  “Oh.” She arched her spine, giving him more of her breasts.

  “You have such sweet titties, Carissa.” He placed a peck on her collarbone, kissing his way up to her shoulder, still rubbing her breast. He dragged his tongue up her shoulder, to where it met her neck, and nibbled lightly on the sensitive skin there.

  She tilted her head, placing her hands on his arms.

  “How wet do you think you are for me?” He bit her earlobe.

  “Very,” she answered without hesitation.

  “Hmm, I bet you taste just as sweet there. Let’s go find out.”

  Without another word, he scooped her up off the counter, carrying her on his hip to the bedroom. She wiggled and laughed but didn’t try to get out of his grasp. Which was good for her, because he was about to give her the reward only good girls get.

  Carissa bounced on the bed when he dropped her playfully into the center. Scrambling toward the headboard, she made room for him, expecting him to finish removing his pants and climb on with her.

  But he didn’t.

  He stood over her, staring down at her with hunger in his eyes. No, not just hunger, but famished lust. She noticed for the first time the thin trail of dark hair that led into the waistband of his pants. Above that, his sculpted abdomen and a muscular chest were exposed.