Boss Daddy, page 39
She gasped in mock-horror. “Daddy, I’m always obedient.”
He huffed out a laugh as she gently pushed him onto the bed then straddled him.
“I like where this is going, baby. But I’m not sure I have the energy.”
“That’s why I’m going to do all the work.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“Your eyes okay?” he asked in concern.
She sighed. “Yes, I was trying to look suggestive and sexy.”
Reaching up, he cupped her chin. “Why don’t you just ask me for what you want?”
“Well, that doesn’t seem like as much fun, but okay. I want to suck your cock. Can I?”
He eyed her. “You’re sure?”
“Please, Daddy. I want to do this for you. You always take such good care of me. I want to look after you. Please.”
“Well, since you asked so prettily.”
She gave him a happy smile.
“But I need to call the shots. All right?”
“Yes, Dimitri,” she murmured, feeling a wave of arousal wash through her as he gave her the look.
She knew he was feeling the need to control everything around him. It was part of the reason he was so exhausted. He hated that he’d been betrayed by people close to him, and it was making him even more untrusting.
Whatever he needed, she’d give it to him.
“Move off me and strip.”
“Yes, Dimitri.” She stood on the side of the bed as he pulled off his boxers and rested back against the headboard.
She stood there, waiting for his next order. He ran his hand up and down his shaft. It was thick and erect. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.
“Seems I might have a bit of energy left,” he murmured. “Come here and straddle my lap.”
He helped her get into position.
“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. Stay nice and still. Use your safeword if you need to.”
She wouldn’t.
He cupped her breasts with his hands, pinching her nipples sharply. She gasped, arching up. Reaching behind her, he slapped her ass.
“No moving.”
“Sorry,” she told him.
He teased her nipples again, driving her insane until her hips started moving of their own accord.
“Uh-uh, what did I say?” he murmured.
“Sorry,” she repeated.
“Not good enough. You’re going to move around so you’re facing away from me. Hands out in front of you and ass up in the air.”
She managed to twist around without kicking him in the face. Although it was close. She lay with her legs bent on either side of his, her arms out in front of her on the bed and her ass up high.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
She took in a sharp breath and tried to stay still as he punished her ass. He hadn’t spanked her since the day he’d caught her trying to dust.
Damn, she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed it.
He stopped, rubbing her ass. “Your bottom is so gorgeous. But I’m worried that you’ve lost weight.”
Shoot. She’d hoped he wouldn’t notice.
“I’ve been neglecting you.”
She shook her head, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “No, you could never!”
“I have. I’ve been too wrapped up in trying to figure all of this out when the truth is, there’s probably no figuring it out without the Fox to explain it all. But there’s no excuse for not taking care of you. That’s all going to change.”
Uh-oh.
“You’re back on twice-a-day protein shakes and I’ll be watching your food intake carefully. No skipping meals or snacks.”
Bummer.
“I ought to spank you for not telling me that I wasn’t taking good enough care of you.”
“Daddy, you always take good care of me. But you’ve been busy.”
“Like I said, that needs to change. You come first. Always.” He turned her around and kissed her, cupping the side of her face with his hand. “I ought to punish you. But I need you, baby. I need you so bad.”
“Take me. Use me. I’m yours.”
“Can you handle me on top? Tell me now if you can’t and I’ll back off.”
“I can handle whatever you need. I promise.”
“Fuck, baby. Get your mouth around my dick. Suck me.”
Oh, with pleasure.
She slid down his body, kissing his chest and abs. When she reached his cock, she swirled her tongue around the head.
“No playing, L’venok. Take all of me as deep as you can. That’s it. Good girl. You look so beautiful taking my dick in your mouth. You love it, don’t you? You love sucking my cock.”
She did. She murmured in response as she moved her mouth up, letting him pop out.
“Keep going until I tell you to stop,” he demanded. “And use one hand to play lightly with my balls.”
Oh goody.
She took him deep, savoring his sigh of pleasure. The tension in his body was starting to ease as she drove him higher and higher toward the peak.
“Enough, baby. Enough,” he commanded.
Oh, whoops. She was in the zone.
“Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “I was enjoying myself.”
“I can tell. Roll over and spread your legs. Keep your hands behind your head and do not move them.”
She got into position and he shoved two pillows under her hips, raising her up. Then he wrapped his mouth around her nipple before laying kisses down her stomach. “Do you need to come, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Does sucking my dick make you hot? Does it make your clit throb? Does it make you wet?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“If I was to order you under my desk each afternoon to suck my dick while I worked, would you like that?”
“Yes,” she cried out as he spread her lower lips and speared her with his tongue.
Oh, God. So good. So amazingly good. He used his thumb to strum her clit while he drove her insane with his tongue. Then he removed his tongue from her passage, swapping places with her thumb. Two fingers speared her while he flicked her clit.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhh.” She could barely manage to stay still. It took all of her control.
“Please. Please.”
“You’re so turned on. You got so wet sucking my dick. Fuck. I’m not going to last long. Come, baby. Come right the fuck now.”
He rarely swore but when he did it during sex . . . holy heck.
He returned his tongue to her clit, moving up to three fingers and she exploded. She was barely aware of him moving over her. Then he thrust in deep.
Fuck!
That felt amazing. She drove her hips up to meet his. Needing his ownership. His claim on her body.
On her soul.
He fucked her until she didn’t know where he started and she ended. All she knew was how right this felt.
She was meant to be his. Always.
When he came, he took her with him again. Both of them coming together, breath mingling, pulses racing.
When he rolled off her, he dragged her in tight to his chest, kissing the top of her head.
“Love you, my girl.”
His breathing deepened as he fell asleep. She lay there, her pulse still racing, knowing that she was a sticky mess.
But she didn’t care.
She’d do whatever it took to take care of him the way he always did for her.
Forever.
EPILOGUE
Dahlia watched him work his hand up and down his dick.
He was sitting at his desk, looking at something on his laptop while his hand pumped his cock.
No fair.
That was her job.
But she’d been just a teensy bit naughty and now she had to sit really still in her pod and watching him play with himself.
This was torture.
She’d much rather have a spanking.
She squirmed, pressing her thighs together, and he stilled. He shot her a look.
“Stay still. That’s what got you in trouble in the first place, isn’t it, baby girl?”
Yep. It sure was.
He’d told her to kneel and open her mouth, but remain still. But she’d been unable to do it. His balls were just too fun to play with.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl, now.”
“Will you?”
“Uh-huh. Please, Daddy. Please.”
“All right.” He pushed his chair out. “Climb in under the desk.”
She scrambled under the desk and knelt with her legs slightly apart.
“Open.”
She parted her lips, and he rested the tip of his dick just inside her mouth.
Stay still. Stay still.
She wasn’t sure how long she stayed there like that, dying to taste him, to take him deep.
It was pure torture.
“Very good. What a good girl you were. You may suck my cock.”
Yay! She loved this part of the day. When she got to sit under his desk and forget about the outside world. She’d just suck on his cock until he came. And maybe even afterward, if he let her.
Everything else would drift away. There was just the two of them.
She worked his cock over with her mouth until his breathing grew ragged. Until he started pushing his dick further into her mouth.
Finally, he came with a shout, and she drank him down, murmuring in pleasure.
“Good girl. Come up here.” He helped her up, pulling her onto his lap. She smiled.
He wiped a thumb along her lip. “Is my girl proud of herself?”
Uh-huh.
She sure was.
“That’s a good girl. Do you think you deserve a reward?”
She nodded her head.
He lifted her off his lap.
“Strip off your pants and panties.” When she was naked from the waist down, he helped her straddle his lap. Then he fingered her until she was breathing heavily, knowing that she was likely creating a wet patch on his trousers.
But she didn’t care.
His fingers thrust inside her. His thumb strummed her clit. With his free hand, he played with her breast, lightly squeezing her nipple.
God. So good.
“Come, baby,” he commanded. “Come all over Daddy’s lap.”
She screamed as she came, her back arching back as he kissed her neck.
“That’s my good girl.”
His phone rang as he was getting her dressed, and he took the call with a frown. When he finished, he gave her an apologetic look. “I have to go out for a short time.”
“That’s okay, Daddy.” Actually, it was perfect. He’d eased up on her needing to be watched while she was in or around the house. She only had to have guards when she left the property.
He got up and kissed her lightly. “Stay out of trouble.” He moved to the door.
“Uh, Daddy?”
“Yes?” He turned back.
“You might want to change your pants. You’ve got a little wet patch.”
He just shook his head. “Wonder who caused that?”
She was giggling as he left.
* * *
She grabbed her skateboard out of the garage.
She’d gathered up a large number of pillows and cushions and placed them on the concrete patio. Just in case she crashed.
But she wasn’t going to crash. She stepped onto the skateboard. She was going to ace this. Just like her cooking and knitting.
She went to push off, freezing as she heard her voice being yelled.
Oh, shit.
But he’d left. Hadn’t he?
Crap.
She turned, a smile on her face as he stormed toward her.
“Hi, Daddy. I thought you’d left.”
“My meeting was cancelled. Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going skateboarding. See?” She pointed at the skateboard. “I put pillows down. Safety first.”
“Where is your helmet?”
“Umm.”
“And your safety gear?”
“Umm.”
“Get your butt into my office and stand in the corner. Now.”
Well, shoot.
* * *
“Come out of the corner now, baby girl.”
Oh, thank goodness.
She hated corner time. Spinning, she nearly tripped over her own feet in her haste to go to him. He was sitting on the sofa, a cushion on the floor between his feet.
He liked to scold her while she was kneeling in front of him. He pointed to the cushion and she moved over, taking his hand to help balance her while she sank to her knees.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”
Six weeks had passed since that night in the warehouse. And it had been pretty difficult.
Nightmares and panic attacks.
Twice daily protein drinks.
Yep, horrible.
The first two weeks, Dimitri had been wrapped up in trying to figure out where it had all gone wrong. But this last month, he’d switched to spending a lot of time with her.
Which was great in a lot of ways.
But maybe not so much for her butt.
“Daddy, it’s just a skateboard. It can’t hurt me.”
“But you could have been hurt,” he pointed out. “You could have fallen off. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“But how will I figure it out unless I practice?”
“You’re not to practice without me there to watch you.”
She sighed. “Okay, Daddy. So can we practice now?”
“No. You’re getting your butt spanked and you’re forbidden from practicing for a whole week.”
Her mouth dropped open. “But . . . but, Daddy, that’s not fair!”
“What safety gear were you wearing while you were trying to skateboard, baby girl?”
Oh. Crap.
“I had pillows.”
“That will only work if you fall onto the pillows. Not wearing safety gear is unacceptable. You could have been really hurt if you’d fallen.”
She sighed. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“That’s nice to hear. You’re still getting spanked. Go to the end of the sofa.”
That’s how he usually spanked her or while she bent over on the bed. But she wanted to try something else.
“Can you do it over your lap, Daddy?” she asked.
He gave her a surprised look. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“I think so. I want to try. You’ll stop if I say my safeword.”
It wasn’t a question, but he nodded anyway. “Of course I will.”
She’d been thinking about going to a therapist. It was time to move past all of this. Or at least, she’d be able to once her uncle and mother were taken care of. But she knew that Dimitri had had other things on his mind lately.
He helped her stand, then pulled her over his lap. She lay across his legs, breathing in deep. But nothing about this made her feel panicky.
He laid his hand lightly on her back. “Is this okay? I just want to hold you in place so you don’t fall off.”
“I feel good, Daddy. I promise.”
“Say your safeword if you need to.” He started off lightly. As if he expected her to protest. Then his smacks became firmer. Harder.
She kicked her feet as she sobbed. The pain was intense. It stung and she knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably later. But it felt so right to be lying here. It felt like she’d accomplished something.
And when he’d finished and he drew her up so she was sitting on his lap so he could hold her, she felt like a weight had been lifted off her.
“That’s my good girl. You took that so well. I’m so proud of you. Shh. Shh, now.”
After he’d cleaned her up and put her clothes to rights, he led her up to the bedroom that he’d redone for her.
It was amazing. He’d had a fort built for her in the bedroom. It even had a mattress inside the fort for when she had to take a nap. And he’d set up fairy lights in the ceiling of the fort so she was never in the dark.
There was also what he called a feeding corner. Which held a small fridge with premade protein drinks, as well as a set of drawers that contained things like baby bottles, sippy cups, and bibs.
Another corner was set up as a crafting corner. It had a small desk and chair that she could use for coloring or knitting or repairing her rescues.
But to be honest, she mostly liked still hanging out in his office.
“Let’s get you dressed for play,” he said. “Then you can have a play before your bottle and nap time.”
She pouted. Nap time sucked. But she let him lie her down on a blanket on the floor. He quickly got her dressed in one of her onesies. It had a drop seat, but her hands and feet were free.
“Come on, baby.” He crawled into the fort with her, making her smile. He’d been relaxing more lately. Even though it was still grating at him to have unanswered questions around the Fox, she knew it was a big relief that Mr. X had been taken care of.
They discussed their next mission over a cup of tea and cake. Fake cake, unfortunately.
They were going after some more rescues and she was so excited. He’d gotten her some rescues on his own a few weeks ago. But this time, she got to get them herself.
“I’m so excited, Daddy!” She swung her arms around his neck, kissing him. “Are you excited?”
“I am. We’ll need to take some men with us.”
“I wish Gray was here.” He’d left a week after the incident in the warehouse. She wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing, but she got the feeling there was a girl involved.
“I know. But don’t worry about him. You’ve got to concentrate on your mission.”
“It is very important, Daddy,” she said solemnly. “We should probably have walkie-talkies.”
“What an excellent idea. I’ll write that down on our supply list.”
She giggled. “Now, do you think we should take snacks?”
“I think we’ll be all right. If you want snacks, we can take some fruit.”
She sighed. “Daddy, how many times must I tell you that fruit is not a snack.”
He just gave her the look. “Fruit is good for you.”
