Harsh Daddy

by Megan Michaels

  Watch it, asshole; she’s not yours yet.

  The sauce was simmering, now to make the meatballs. He combined the hamburger with a bit of milk, an egg, breadcrumbs, parmesan cheese, oregano, basil, salt, and pepper. He mixed the ingredients together with his hand, just as he’d been taught, and rolled them into meatballs, dropping them into a cast-iron skillet with hot olive oil to brown them before tossing them into the sauce.

  He was almost done and was scooping out the last batch when a sleepy voice said, “It smells amazing.”

  Startled, he jumped a bit, and then chuckling, he let his eye rove over the delectable minx standing naked in front of him.

  “Between the smell of my favorite dinner and the eye-catching view, you may find yourself fucked once, right here on the counter.”

  She took half a step backward, and then with a tilt of her head, her mouth kicked up a bit, her dimple showing in her cheek.

  Adorable.

  Shutting the stove off and pushing the frying pan out of the way, he turned the burner down to a slow simmer under the sauce; Logan then pivoted, stalking the naughty girl. “Come here, brat.”

  With a giggle, she darted out of grasp and took off running.

  Logan hadn’t anticipated the frivolity of her actions but loved nothing more than being playful. “When I catch you, Daddy is going to tickle you, girl. I said, come here.”

  “No! Catch me.”

  “Oh, I will.” He watched her leap up onto the couch, jumping over the back and running down the hallway.

  He gave chase, watching her ass and breasts jiggle and wobble and at that very moment, Logan wished he was naked as well; the confining denim was a bit much for his lengthening and hardening cock.

  Screeching adorably, she rounded the corner into his bedroom and hid on the other side of the bed, peeking adorably over the top.

  He stood in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the door frame. “It appears you’re cornered, little girl. How about you get up and crawl to me on your hands and knees.”

  “Not on your fucking life. Come and get me.”

  He felt his eyebrows raise in shock. “Is that a dare?”

  “Maybe...” She blinked at him, her eyes widening infinitesimally.

  He pushed off the wooden frame, slowly walking around the bed, and when he neared her, she shouted with a war whoop and leaped onto the bed, standing on her feet, scurrying across, and jumping down only to take off running again, but not before slamming the door in his face.

  He flung it open. “You little brat! You almost got that in my face! I’m going to spank you when I get you for making me run like this.” Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d played a good game of cat and mouse, and he felt like a kid again.

  The thrill of having a little, someone to bring back the joys of living again.

  She was within reach, and with a grunt, he threw himself forward and snatched her to his chest with an arm around her waist.

  She was kicking and giggling, her arms flailing wildly. There was no malice, just pure good fun. And he meant to keep it that way too.

  Sitting on the arm of the couch, he flung her quickly over his lap and smacked her bottom slow, but hard. It was a fun spanking, not punishment—funishment.

  Charlie was laughing hysterically, slapping at his legs in playfulness.

  “Stop slapping me, girl. Only I am doing the slapping.” He smacked her pink ass a couple more times. Pausing to plump the soft flesh, Logan let his finger drift, dipping into the well of her sex. “You’re drenched, bad girl.”

  She ground her soaked pussy on his jeans, the warmth of her cunt penetrating through the denim.

  He pulled his finger from her, and her whine at the loss made him smile. “Did you think it was funny to slam the door on my face?”

  “I did. It was fucking hysterical.” Her long strawberry blonde hair covered her face, but the wispy strands didn’t hide her bright smile, the small white teeth in deep contrast to her pink lips.

  Her laugh was contagious, and he couldn’t help but chuckle along with her. Logan slapped the back of her thighs, just enough to sting, but not enough to cause her real pain.

  “Ow!”

  “Stop your whining. Your little cunt is dripping, girl; you’re loving it as much as I am.”

  She reached around, slipping between them, and she pressed against his hard cock with the heel of her hand. “I can see you’re enjoying it too, Daddy. Are you dripping as well?” She ran along his length until she found the head, even through his jeans, and she pressed, rubbing in a circular motion. “It certainly feels damp to me, Sir.”

  “If you keep rubbing like that, I’ll end up drenching these jeans, and there won’t be anything left for your needy kitty.” He spanked her backside several times.

  Charlie ground against his leg, keening loudly. “Daaaaaaaddy.”

  “Tell me what you and your hot cunt want, baby. Say it.”

  She wiggled within his grip, and he slapped the inside of her thighs, running his forefinger through her labia. “Tell me, girl.”

  “Fuck my pussy, Daddy.” And then to his amazement, she lifted her hips, opening her legs, her scent wafting to his nostrils.

  “Fuuuuuuuuck.”

  Scooping her up, he deposited her onto the kitchen table, his arm scattering the random mail, keys, and change—all of them clattering to the floor with his reckless abandon. “I’m not going to be gentle or slow.”

  “Good!”

  The fucking little vamp said good! Before he could come to terms with the impact of her words, she reached up, wrapping her arms around his neck, yanking him to her, and she bit his lip—hard.

  “Ow! You incorrigible brat! You’ll be sorry for that.” Lunging forward, he drew her soft pink bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard enough that a drop of blood coated his tongue.

  Instead of halting her rascally behavior, she growled, dragging him to her, wrapping her legs around his midsection, tucking her heels behind his buttocks, and shifting until his hard cock was situated comfortably between the velvety lips of her sex.

  “Christ.”

  “Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy!”

  That’s it!

  His resolve and restraint went out the window. He sucked and bit on her neck, impaling her with his hard cock. Jamming himself up as far as it would go, he punched his penis against her cervix. “You asked for it, princess and Daddy’s going to fuck the shit out of you!”

  “I hope so!”

  The naughty scamp slammed her hips upward, digging her fingernails into his back, the sting spurring him to pound her—hard.

  In the quiet room, the slapping of sticky flesh bounced off the barren walls, her sex clenched and unclenched, strangling his cock, the painful pleasure beyond anything he’d felt in a while.

  She could actually be the death of me.

  With a particularly rough prod to her cervix, Charlie screamed with her release, her pussy strangling and milking him mercilessly.

  Logan gritted his teeth and thrust within her sex, pressing through her tight stricture of muscle, finding his ejaculation, and he spurted rope after rope of his semen into her, coating her with his hot juices. Marking her. Claiming her.

  Mine.

  With a low growl, he bit her neck again, suckling on the now red mark, drawing her satiny skin into his mouth. There’d be a hickey there tomorrow, and although he wasn’t a green teenager and this wasn’t his first girl by any measure, he had no remorse or embarrassment over tattooing her.

  Logan wanted the men in the garage to stay away. She’s mine. And although his friends weren’t callous, they all respected a bro-code of sorts, and a man staking his claim on a woman was understood.

  Charlie’s breathing had become a normal pace once again, her chest and neck were pink with her post-orgasm flush and he kissed his way up her slender neck, ending with a soft kiss to her nose and each eyelid.

  “Hey, baby. You okay?”

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nbsp; “Yes... Daddy.”

  Logan winked at her. “I know it feels odd to say it, but trust me, you’re doing an amazing job of remembering, and I love hearing it on your lips.”

  Her cheeks turned pink, and she smiled a hesitant, timid smile back at him.

  Logan’s cock slipped out of the warm clutch of her pussy, the cool air brushing along the semi-flaccid, sticky member.

  His girl shifted, moaning at the loss and no doubt his cum dripping from her, slipping down to her anus. Pulling away, he held her in place, and sure enough, his estimation had been correct. The white viscous fluid oozed from her slit, puddling between her cheeks onto the table.

  “Not a drop of my semen is to be wasted. You’ll lick it up while I stir the sauce. Be diligent in your cleanup; I’ll be inspecting.”

  Placing his hands under her arms he scooped her up, her slight frame easily managed, her legs still spread wide; he held her tightly until she was on sure footing. Turning her to face the table, Logan pressed his hand on the top of her head, encouraging her to kneel in front of the table, making her job easier. Or so he assumed.

  I’m pushing her too fast. She’ll revolt—you’ll see, asshole, you’ve gone too far.

  But his career and training had taught him years ago, never let them see your wariness. Show confidence, and they’ll follow. Set up situations and conversations where the receiver is forced to say yes. If they don’t, then you step up your game, encouraging obedience, nudging them in your direction.

  Walking toward his simmering pot of sauce, he didn’t dare look behind him.

  She’s a good girl... a submissive at heart. She’s licking now... no doubt.

  He stirred the spaghetti sauce, pleased that it hadn’t stuck during their escapades. It wouldn’t be ready for at least another hour. More than enough time to play with his girl. Turning the fire a smidge lower, he placed the spoon on the spoon rest before checking on his girl.

  Pivoting quietly, he found her head tilted, her pretty pink tongue lapping up the evidence of their arousal from the table and then before he could caution her, she stared at the small puddle there before giving in and licking the floor.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she looked over at him, and he dipped his chin in warning... no threat was made, only an encouragement to obey the letter and spirit of his order.

  She exhaled a shaky breath, her peach tipped breasts wobbling and tightening with the movement, before she bent over to lick the puddle of desire. Her breasts were soft, and no doubt, still warm and would have the scent of her—sweet, mixed with a bit of mint from her soap, and her sweat intermingled with both.

  His cock stirred, hardening and lengthening. Jesus, already!

  Logan slowly walked toward her, his cock bobbing and swaying; he swore it was hardening with every step. He wove his hand through her hair, but grasped her upper arm—after all, this wasn’t punishment, he was helping her up and wanted her to feel his dominance... at all times. “That’s enough, baby.”

  She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and murmured, “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You are most welcome.” With a look over his shoulder, he shrugged. “We still have some time before dinner, and you were such a good girl. We’ll buy a movie from the internet, and I’ll pleasure you until it’s time to eat. Sound good?”

  He didn’t expect her to be overly excited, but he didn’t expect to see her dumbfounded either. She blinked furiously at him, her head tilted a little. Was that confusion on her face?

  “Uhm... I promise to not put Godzilla on; I’m sure I can find some sort of romantic comedy or girly movie. You can choose, okay?”

  “Okay. We’re just gonna watch movies?”

  “Well, and a little intense petting... or any other things that may... uh, arise.” He pointedly looked down at his cock, which was embarrassingly pointing at her like a moisture-seeking missile. He nudged her forward with a hand to the small of her back. “Sit here, and I’ll get a blanket and the remote so you can find what you’d like to watch, and I’ll be back with some... sex toys and oil so I can massage your feet... and other areas.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Charlie had never been treated like such a princess... or such a slut in her whole life. How could one man make her feel this confused... horny... happy... and angry all within the span of seconds? Or hours? How?

  Logan had walked away, leaving her on the couch watching his muscled bare ass exit the room. Charlie licked her lips seeing his heavy ball sack dangling between his legs. If he weren’t as hard as a rock, she would have seen Logan’s cock dangling as well, but that was jutting out, looking for her wet pussy, no doubt.

  Her dripping pussy was more like it. She had bypassed wet a while ago. Fuck! She leaped up, looking behind her to see if there was a wet spot on the leather couch; she ran her hand over it, and sure enough, she’d left a film of arousal just that quick.

  Opting to stand, she had turned the television on; immediately, the smart screen came into view, and she went to the popular movie platform, looking for some of her favorites. This would be a test. Would he like the romantic girly movies? He had told her he would watch them, but guys said that and rarely, if ever, would sit through them, let alone enjoy them.

  His bare feet padded down the hallway’s wooden floors and she scrolled casually through the channels, not turning to acknowledge him. She felt ridiculously vulnerable, standing naked with her ass toward him.

  “I thought you were told to sit.” His rumbling voice rolled over her body, trembling through her core.

  Charlie shivered, doing her best to restrain it so he wouldn’t catch her shaking. “I... I was dripping on the couch.”

  “I anticipated that... and wasn’t concerned. Let me remind you that your only concern is to do as I say, little girl.”

  “But... it might be dirty, and I didn’t want any germs entering through the mucous membrane.”

  He blinked and blinked again. “Are you... is this how you think all the time?”

  “Yes, Sir. Doesn’t everybody?”

  Now he’ll think I’m weird... maybe I am.

  “Uh... no. Hold on.” He held his forefinger up before running down the hallway again. He ran back with a hand towel, placing it on the couch, patting it lightly with his hand. “Here you go, now it’s safe. Sit.”

  Once she sat, he covered her with a blanket, tucking it around her.

  “Did you pick a movie?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He raised his eyebrows, looking from her to the TV, obviously wondering why it wasn’t on. “Okaaaaaay. Turn it on.”

  She did as he requested and waited for the eye roll.

  It never occurred.

  Logan started by sitting with his legs straddling her body, pulling her to rest with her back against his chest. Logan lazily stroked, plumped, teased, and pinched her nipples and clit. Tugging and pulling, poking and prodding until she writhed with her need to have him inside her.

  But that was to no avail. He wanted to tease more than satisfy, or so it seemed.

  Currently, she found herself panting and sighing, pleading for relief. “Daaaaaaddy, Please fuck me.”

  “Say it with the words I want to hear, baby.”

  “Daddy, fuck my kitty. Stick your cock into my cunt and fuck me!” She nearly screamed her response.

  Logan tsked. “That isn’t how a lady should ask for something, is it? You were shouting, raising your voice, and... such language. Weren’t you trained to keep your emotions in control, and your voice at an indoor level?”

  Gritting her teeth, she growled at him, turning her head just enough to make eye contact.

  Instead of meeting her needs, he tugged up and out on her inner thighs, spreading her open, slapping the inside of her thighs until they were both pink.

  “You do not growl at Daddy. Repeat it with each spank, bad girl.”

  “Ohhhhhh.”

  “That’s right; naughty girls have tasks they hate, don’t they.”r />
  “Yes, Daddy.” She inhaled deeply, bracing for the inevitable pain.

  Smack, smack!

  The slaps were harsh and quick, and she kept up with each stroke as best as she could. “Good girls do not growl. Daddy is in charge.”

  He paused with the thigh spanking, rubbing the hot flesh with his warm hands.

  Her eyes filled with tears, and she still felt needy. Her cunt was throbbing, and she wanted his cock, which was pounding against her back most annoyingly. His penis nudged and prodded at the small of her back, the rhythmic movement in time with the throb of her clit. She was sure that the swivel of her hips had met his. Her goal was to force him to turn around and impale himself on her.

  But now, with the tears running down her face, she couldn’t discern or separate the pain from the pleasure. Charlie wondered how much of her sexual reaction in the past couple of days was actually a confusing conundrum from a melding of both of those sensations.

  Charlie pulled her legs closed, doing her best to preserve any shred of dignity she had left; instead, both of Logan’s hands yanked her thighs apart, splaying them open once again.

  “Stay this way. I won’t say it again.”

  Charlie shivered when Logan used the voice that brooked no disobedience. She kept her legs up even though everything within her screamed that it was wrong.

  And yet in the short amount of time she’d been with him, she’d been fucked, spanked, taken anally, wore a butt plug, and was fucked on a kitchen table.

  And now? She was sitting all trussed up like a turkey on Thanksgiving Day.

  His long muscular arm had no difficulty reaching around her body to invade and plunge into her pussy.

  She knew she should fight him harder. She should verbally or physically restrain him from continuing, but Charlie didn’t want to. Charlie wanted him to fuck her, wanted him to stake his claim, and take her even against her will. That’s what frightened her—frightened her more than anything else that had happened this weekend. She knew she shouldn’t want things like this shouldn’t dream about it or encourage him. But encourage him she did because she couldn’t fathom walking away—walking away from him or this garage.