Harsh Daddy

by Megan Michaels

  He blurred in her teary vision, and her voice became watery and small. “I don’t want to.”

  “I know, honey. But you will. You know why?”

  She shook her head, pushing her lip out in a full mew.

  “Because you’re a good girl. Daddy’s good girl.” Her heart fluttered and she melted.

  Why did that feel so good?

  Those words made her feel secure and so very loved. And she swore she’d do just about anything to hear even just one good girl, especially from him.

  “I am a good girl. But... isn’t this going to hurt?”

  His long slender forefinger brushed a tear away from her cheek. “Yes, but in the most delicious way. There will be a little pain at first, and then you’re going to find yourself aroused. You’re going to like this, girl, trust me. I haven’t done anything to scare you or steer you wrong yet. Have I?”

  “No, but—”

  “No buts. Take a deep breath.”

  Charlie pulled in a shaky breath and shuttered her eyes, waiting for the excruciating pain. It did pinch, just like he said it would, but not as bad as the nipples. Charlie opened her eyes to find his beautiful emerald green ones staring back at her, and he winked with a broad smile. “See, it’s not so bad. You’re such a good girl.”

  And that’s all she needed. She stood completely naked with chains and clips in places she’d never would have dreamed that a man would put jeweled decorations, and Charlie swore she’d never felt sexier.

  “What should I do now? Should I go to our bedroom and lie in bed?”

  He backed up a step, and with his hands on his hips, he slowly said, “Oh, no. You’re going to change the oil on that car now.”

  Charlie stuttered, “Y-you can’t... Are you s-serious? You can’t possibly expect me to change oil naked and all trussed up with these jewels, wires, and clips.”

  “That’s exactly how I expect you to change the oil. As a matter of fact, I can’t think of a better way to watch a woman do... just about anything than if she’s naked wearing nipple clamps. This is going to be fucking awesome. Now you better skedaddle, or I’m going to end up smacking your tits, and I’m pretty sure you won’t like how it jostles those clips.”

  Well, isn’t that just fucking frightening?

  She rolled her eyes, letting him know that even if she obeyed, she wasn’t doing it without a bit of fight. It was required in her mind; he needed to respect her independence or at least be aware that it wasn’t gone, only tamed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Logan leaned back in his office chair behind the grungy, greasy desk. No matter how many times he had cleaned it, the metal still had an impenetrable film that refused to be washed away. Leaving his boots on when he rested them on the top probably didn’t help the state of decline, but in situations such as this, one needed to be comfortable. To hell with sanitary conditions.

  Fuck, what a gorgeous woman.

  Her ass shimmied most delightfully, and he swore he could feel those plump cheeks cocooning his cock.

  Christ.

  “Ow!”

  Charlie had reached up to loosen the oil cap, her arms jerking back down and an adorable pout gracing her face.

  “Daddy, it hurrrrrrrts.”

  “Keep going.”

  Her foot lifted, and he knew she’d be regretting her temper if she carried through with stomping it on the concrete, especially with the adornments. Instead with a low growl, she furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes darkening, and her lips thinned.

  He pointed his forefinger at her. “Do you want Daddy to spank your little backside?”

  “Noooooo.” Slowly, excruciatingly deliberately, she lifted her arms, reaching up and ploddingly unscrewed the cap while her other hand caught the old oil in a pan. Twisting her hips, she pressed her thighs together, doing her best to ease the tug and pull on her clitoris. To no avail, obviously, because she alternated between biting her lip and panting through the pain.

  “Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby.” He stroked himself lackadaisically, his thumb skating over the small opening on the head, swiping a drop of cum. Christ, he needed to ejaculate.

  “Can you... I mean... would you take this for me, please... Sir.”

  “What a good girl. Yes, of course, Charlie.” He released himself, walking toward her with his prized possession pointing toward her like a divining rod.

  Yes, she is definitely a well of moisture.

  Charlie’s eyes focused on him, and subconsciously she licked her lips, her pupils dilating.

  “That’s right, baby; you change the oil, and Daddy will fuck you with his hard cock.” Firmly grasping the plastic pan full of the black oil and setting it aside, he then tugged upward on the chain, watching his sweet girl dance on her toes, the bells and jewels tinkling on her breasts.

  “Jesus Christ! What a fucking sight. As I live and breathe, I’ll never enjoy something like this again.”

  “If I have any say, you won’t!” Charlie spit out her response, her nostrils flaring.

  “Uh-uh, don’t push me, sweetheart. You won’t like it.” He yanked a little harder on the breast clamps, releasing the chain and wagging his finger under her nose before turning to dump the dirty oil out of the pan. His cock hadn’t softened in the least, and the activity of playing with her clamps had made his predicament even more untenable.

  Thankfully he had pivoted just in time to see her walking with mincing steps, retrieving the new quarts of oil and painstakingly tiptoeing back to the vehicle.

  The sway and wobble of her breasts were mesmerizing, and the jiggle of her ass with the sweep of those wide hips had his need and ache doubling instantly.

  Logan mentally did some difficult long division, distracting himself before he lost his load right then and there. Instead, he focused on the recycling bins, checking the level of refuse oil and filling out the required forms for disposal.

  The splash of water in the nearby sink, along with the high-pitched squeal of the water pipes, had him turning. The curvy yet lithesome nymph was washing her hands, her blonde hair shrouding her face from his view, but it was her adorned ass and tits that were of interest to him. He’d focus on her face later when he could kiss and peck at each adorable inch of it.

  “When you’re done, come over here and sit on my lap.”

  He sauntered back, not even looking over his shoulder. She’d follow. He had no doubts about that.

  He fell into his chair, anxious to finally find some relief. It had only been a half-hour, but he swore it felt like an hour.

  He flopped into his chair, his cock pointed toward the ceiling, jerking and bobbing in rhythm, his balls a continuous ache.

  She had begun her trek toward him and moved at a snail’s pace, obviously unsure of his motives and plan.

  He halted her with a hand on each hip. “Daddy’s going to take these clips off. Now I’m not going to lie; it’s going to hurt, so I’ll warn you before I take each one off.”

  She keened, her whine so cute.

  “Okay, I’m going to take one off this breast.” Logan tapped her left breast and with one hand, he squeezed her flesh, then pinched the clip, releasing it from the red, angry nipple.

  Charlie’s eyes became huge, her mouth open, but not a word came out, just an intake of breath and a screech along with an odd little dance, and she jumped with both hands cupping her breast.

  “Oh, my God. Oh, my God!”

  “Shhhhhhhh. I know, baby. I know, that’s why Daddy told you it hurts. Hold on; you’ll see how deliciously sexual this becomes.”

  Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked like a two-year-old getting ready to have a temper tantrum, her bottom lip jutting out in frustration.

  “Nuh-uh, don’t do that. Now, for the next one.”

  This time she knew what to expect, so he didn’t move as slow and quickly unclipped it, backing up in his chair to give her room. And she didn’t disappoint. Charlie did her little dance, hissing, gasping, and holding her breast
with both hands.

  Logan wrapped one of his hands around her hip, gripping her tightly, dragging her back to him. He cupped a breast in each hand, pumping the flesh and leaning forward, sucking a red, annoyed nipple, drawing tightly on the warm, aggravated flesh.

  “Okay, girl. Now comes the hard part. We’re taking this one off.” He approached slowly, reaching out toward her pussy. The labia gleaming with her juices, Charlie’s scent was heady and intoxicating. The chains were dragging to the floor. Gently he gripped the clip, watching her face, and with a slow nod of her head, she let him know she was ready. He undid the clamp.

  Before she began her screeching dance, Logan leaned forward and sucked tightly on her clit, drawing the blood quickly back to the little bundle of nerves and within seconds not only did the tension leave her body but she ground her pussy on his face, drenching his nose and mouth, her hands gripping his hair as she dragged and pressed her pussy all along his face.

  Groaning deep within his chest, Logan worried his resolve was waning, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hang on. Her scent and the juices on his face felt like heaven, and he didn’t want to stop the process. At all.

  “Oh, God. Oh, shit! You were right.”

  He pulled away, looking up at her gorgeous face, her head lolled back, her mouth open and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy—a purely salacious and sensuous woman.

  Logan didn’t waste any time, and with a hand on each hip, he lifted her. “Straddle me.”

  He slowly slid her dripping hot cunt over his hard-as-steel cock, her juices easing his entry. Her hot walls gripped him tightly, pulsating and vibrating around him.

  Gritting his teeth, it was his turn to drop his head in ecstasy.

  Holy fuck!

  With a coarse, hard slap to her ass, he spanked each cheek a handful of times, and Charlie yelped, her cunt contracting and strangling his cock within the clutch of her sex.

  “I’m not going to last much longer, girl.”

  “Come on me, Daddy.”

  The words were like magic; he felt his cock lengthen, his balls tightening against his body, and although he normally could hold out, her words had catapulted him to his release. Logan spurted rope after rope of his semen into her, and within seconds, she screamed with her orgasm, milking every last drop from his cock.

  Charlie vibrated and shook over him, her head resting against his shoulder. Logan knew she wasn’t done yet, and sure enough, within seconds, she bit his shoulder, stiffening, her whole body trembling, and she came again, squirting over his cock, drenching both of them.

  Panting and gasping for air, he held her tightly, raking his fingers through her hair, his semi-flaccid cock slipping from her channel and their juices drenching him and more than likely the chair beneath them.

  “I guess you enjoyed that, huh, Charlie.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re a bit more formal than you were just a minute ago.”

  Charlie’s cheeks turned pink, and she buried her head.

  Stroking her hair, he rubbed her back lightly with the tips of his fingers, gooseflesh rising. “Come on, girl. Let’s go back upstairs and go to bed.” Grabbing her hips, he lifted her and deposited her on her feet, steadying her until she had her strength and her knees stopped wobbling.

  Bending over, he picked up the clamps and chain from the floor, dangling one from his finger. “Looks like these are a keeper. We’ll have more fun with these another day.”

  Although her eyes widened, the corner of her mouth kicked up into a grin, and she slowly nodded.

  “That’s my good girl.”

  Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing the top of her head, Logan slapped her ass, nudging her toward the staircase.

  Looking down at her, Logan shook his head, thinking how amazing this was—all of it. Charlie, love, kismet, and life. But more important, his cock was hard already. He seemed to be in a constant state of arousal.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It had only been a week since she talked on the phone with Gavin. And through texts and phone calls today, they had agreed she would meet him, after having taken the keys to Logan’s truck. The meet up was in Kingstown at a local coffee shop.

  Of course, Charlie had forgotten Logan slept fitfully, and any movement woke him up. It took her what seemed like forever to get out of bed and away from him. And when he asked where she was going, she told him she was going to the bathroom and then stayed in there long enough that he fell back asleep. Thank God. Finally, she escaped the bedroom.

  She crept down the stairs holding her shoes in her hand, not wanting any noise to alert him. Once at the bottom step, she turned and went to the main door to the garage. Instantly, a sensor detected her movement, and the bright fluorescent lights turned on. Throwing her hand up, she shielded her eyes and took a deep breath of the diesel smell from the area, along with a faint scent of cigarette smoke.

  It was the familiar aroma of a mechanic’s garage, and she waited for her eyes to adjust to the light before darting to the door to get out. Logan’s truck was right where he had always parked it, and she depressed the button on the fob, unlocking the door and leaping inside it.

  Charlie wished she had the physical strength to throw the truck into neutral and push it down the driveway. She sighed, and with renewed sense of fortitude she plunged ahead, putting the key into the ignition and starting it, opening the bay door at the same time with the remote on the visor.

  The diesel engine rumbled, and she threw it into reverse and gunned it out of the bay door, immediately putting it in drive and depressing the gas pedal, roaring away. It wasn’t possible to sneak out. The truck was obnoxiously loud, and Logan would be more than aware that someone had left with his beloved truck. Once he sat up and realized she wasn’t in bed, he’d put two and two together pretty quickly.

  Charlie had memorized the directions to the coffee shop and made all the appropriate turns, driving into Octane’s parking lot and pulling up next to Gavin’s small baby blue Prius.

  She carefully put the car in park, engaging the parking brake. Leaping out, she was greeted with Gavin smirking, standing next to the truck.

  “So, is this Logan’s little red wagon?”

  Charlie rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty confident Logan would not like you calling his truck a little red wagon.”

  Shrugging, Gavin laughed. “If I get lucky, maybe he’ll decide to spank me too.” A shock of blond hair draped over his left eye, coming down to the middle of his cheekbone. The sides of his hair were short, and the back was short as well. The style fit him perfectly—a bit reckless with a little military.

  “Gavin, you really need to stop this. Logan doesn’t swing your way—at all.”

  “A guy can hope, and you never know unless you try, sweetheart.”

  “I’m telling you, I’m positive you wouldn’t be able to get anywhere with him.”

  “Come on, let’s go inside. Make sure you lock the little red wagon.”

  She giggled. “Jesus, he’s going to hate that you call his beloved truck that.”

  Walking toward the coffee shop, she asked, “Okay, were you able to access the files?”

  Gavin shook his head. “Let’s wait until we’re inside. It’ll be easier to talk.” He looked over his shoulder at the people milling in the parking lot. Obviously, he didn’t trust any of them and with good reason.

  The aroma of roasting coffee greeted them. Pine and walnut wooden tables and chairs along with old church pews lined the walls, and Gavin walked her to the counter.

  “My treat. Get yourself a sandwich and a coffee. I have a feeling we’ll have to be quick about this. I’m betting your guy will find you.”

  Scanning the small area, she nodded. “Yeah, I’m kind of worried about it myself.”

  She stared at the huge menu written on a black chalkboard and ordered a turkey salad with walnuts and grapes on a croissant with a chocolate chip mocha frappe, adding raspberry syrup.

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sp; Gavin ordered his usual vegetarian wrap with an iced Cuban coffee. He paid for the order, and they walked toward a back table in the corner with a couple of lime green contemporary chairs. It was secluded, so they could speak freely and not be heard above the coffee shop music playing.

  The walls were painted chocolate brown with paintings of antique cars and motorcycles along with art deco paintings depicting women and men from the 30s and 40s.

  Looking around, Charlotte nodded. “This is a cool coffee shop. I’ve driven by it on my way to different news stories and never stopped. I wish I had. I think we’ll enjoy our time... however short it may end up being.”

  Gavin said, “Well, if you’re lucky, he doesn’t have a GPS tracking system on his truck but considering his job, I think the chances of that are pretty slim.”

  They had barely sat when the barista brought their coffees. “I’ll bring your food as soon as it’s ready.”

  After the barista left, Charlie laughed. “I think you order that drink, Gavin, so that you can have the barista ask you if want your Cuban iced or hot.”

  With a devilish grin, he winked at her. “Do you blame me? I can dream, can’t I?”

  She shook her head, rolling her eyes once again at him. She loved Gavin. They had hit it off the first time they met and were fast friends. Charlie could trust him—he had her back, and she had his. When both of them had downtime with no boyfriends, she could always count on him to be there to do things that a boyfriend would do—without all the entanglements.

  “Okay, Gav, so you got the files I sent you?” Charlie sipped on her frappe and found it was better than she anticipated.

  “Enjoying it, girl?”

  “I am. It’s absolutely heavenly.”

  He sipped his Cuban and nodded. “I received your files. Everything is set. I’ll go to the warehouse where your mother is supposed to be held and see if I can find information. I’ll also put out feelers on the Tomassos.”