Millionaire Daddy Page 6

  “So do I, buddy. So do I.” What he realized at that moment was that he wanted her in every way, to discipline and master, to train and adore. He would become her lover one day and in truth, she would learn to submit to him in every way. This was either the craziest thing he’d done in his life or the best. Either way, he was hooked on the girl who had a deep longing for a daddy dom.

  And he would give her not only what she craved, but also what she needed. He knew enough about her already to see past the mask she’d been wearing, the self-imposed shell encasing her delicious body. She wanted more. She required more. She wanted to surrender to a man, body and soul.

  “I can see that head of yours swimming now,” Carter chastised.

  “I’m fine. Stop worrying about me.” He heard an odd glitch in his buddy’s out of the blue cough. “What?”

  “This is just a business arrangement as you said. Right?”

  “Yeah, exactly what I told you. Why?” Dominick narrowed his eyes, able to see his buddy was up to something.

  “You know that dinner for the Arts Council?”

  “The one you practically begged me to attend?”

  Carter nodded and scratched his head. “Yeah, that one.”

  “What? Spill it.”

  “Let’s just say you’re coming with a date.”

  “What? What the fuck?” Dominick growled. This wasn’t the first time Carter had done something like this. “No way.”

  “She’s coming whether you like it or not. Nice girl. And very up and coming in several ways. Just consider it a business arrangement.” Carter grinned.

  “I am so going to kick your ass.”

  His phone blipped again, baby girl simply asking if he received the information. Dominick was lightheaded, desire crippling his mind as well as his body. He held his breath as he responded. He knew he was playing with fire, but he didn’t care. He wanted her hot and ready for her spanking to the point she would beg for more. Carter was right. Fuck the agreement.

  I did receive the agreement and thank you. Your instructions. You will masturbate tonight as well as in the morning and when you do, you’ll think of how hard I’m going to spank your tight ass. Then, you will stand in the corner completely naked with nothing but penance on your mind.

  The words were freeing, scintillating and his cock ached for the lovely woman he would own.

  * * *

  Then, you will stand in the corner completely naked with nothing but penance on your mind.

  Jenna was going to lose her mind given the hunger racing through every portion of her body. She thought about his brusque words, the commanding text. And she’d obeyed, masturbating the night before, the thick vibrator swirling over her clit, shoved into her pussy. She panted as she slapped the shower wall, turning and leaning against the cool tile.

  She’d shaved her pussy bare, making certain she was hairless, just as a baby girl should be. Now, she had to finish following his directions. Glaring at the waterproof toy hanging just out of reach, she smiled, her mind reeling with possibilities, with the kind of longing she’d almost given up on.

  Grabbing the vibrator, she flipped the switch on low then closed her eyes, pulsing the tip down one side of her neck, enjoying the sensations slip-sliding through her body. She dragged the nubby end around one nipple, taking her time until her bud was hard, erect, and aching. A moan slipped past her lips as she imagined her master freeing his belt, guiding her over a pile of pillows, brushing his fingers down her spine to the crack of her ass.

  Every concept of need changed, morphing into a wild and crazy idea, her mind unable to grasp what she was about to face. She slid the toy to her other nipple, swirling around and around as her legs quivered. Cupping her other breast, she squeezed, kneading her tender flesh as she slid the vibrator ever so slowly down her stomach, teasing her clit. She spread her legs as wide as they would go before pinching and twisting her nipple, enjoying the rush of pain, so exquisite, so intense.

  “Fuck…” she whispered as she envisioned hearing the whooshing sound of the belt just seconds before the thick leather hit her backside, anguish floating into every cell and muscle. She could almost hear her cries of pain as he spanked her again. And again. His rhythm would be perfect, so practiced, knowing exactly what she needed.

  She was lost in a foggy haze as she rubbed the entire length of the thick stick up and down her pussy, the vibrator whirling, the noise giving her such joy. Masturbating had never been this delicious. She continued pinching, pulling her nipple until it was fully erect, whimpering as the pain increased. Teasing her cunt, she slipped just the tip inside, turning the mechanism to high.

  “Oh!” The sound was deafening, the echo one of the most scintillating things she’d heard in so long. Sliding the rubber toy deeper, her eyes flew open, her mouth going slack as her pussy muscles gripped around the shaft, creating even more stimulation. Pumping in and out, she could almost feel the belt slapping harder, faster against her naked ass and upper thighs, the torment blinding yet so freeing.

  With every hard drive, in and out, her wet cunt trickling juice around the toy, she floated into a wild space, unable to think clearly, to focus on anything. She was simply lost to the extreme pleasure. She pumped harder and faster, her inner vision seeing her master wielding the belt, whispering how naughty she’d been, how much she needed a hard whipping.

  Her legs were shaking, unable to hold back as the orgasm neared, rushing up from her curled toes, dragging her into raw ecstasy. “Yes, oh, yes!” The yelp filtered into the enclosed space, echoing in her ears. This was almost too much. She slapped her hand against the tile over and over again, her legs threatening to buckle, her mouth bone dry, yet her pussy dripping with cream.

  With every stroke, every thrust, she grunted like an animal. The moment the intense climax ripped into her, pulling her into her private bliss, she looked up at the ceiling and screamed.

  She kept the toy buried inside until she could no longer stand the sensations. Swallowing, she eased the toy from her cunt, her hand shaking as she laughed. This was almost as wonderful as the real thing. Almost.

  After finishing her shower and drying off, she gazed into the mirror, rubbing away the steam and trying to catch her reflection. She was already changed by this man, her master. A smile crossed her face and she took careful but deliberate steps into the bedroom, dropping the towel on her bed before easing into the corner, her face pressed as close to the wall, her arms by her side. This was the position for all bad little girls who deserved severe punishment.

  In her mind, she knew she wanted more, from herself and from the man she’d grown to care for. “Spank me, Daddy, for I have sinned.”

  And she couldn’t wait for the real thing.

  * * *

  Jenna had decided to take the afternoon off. Hell, she hadn’t been productive in any manner during the morning, but she had limited time she could take and some day, she wanted a real vacation. However, the afternoon was needed, at least in her mind. How was she going to handle being spanked for the first time? She had zero idea and at this point and she was shaking so badly she had difficulty breathing.

  She sat at the last light, her foot tapping on the floorboard, beads of perspiration running down the back of her neck. She’d checked and rechecked the address several times, even looking up his house on Google Earth. Knowing the neighborhood and seeing the mansion had driven her to studying his name. And she’d looked him up on the internet, at least enough to know he was the real deal. To say she was taken aback, now more terrified than ever was such a heady understatement. The man was powerful, good-looking, and unattached. Gulp.

  Here she was, in her little car, one with way too many miles, on her way for a sexy stranger to spank her. No, her master. Yes, she’d tried all night to push aside her sinful thoughts, failing almost completely. This was the true test.

  Hearing a honk behind her, she performed the same action she had in these situations since she’d learned to drive. She rolle
d down her window, stuck out her arm, and gave the jerkoff her middle finger. Wild style, waving in the breeze. “Take that, buddy.” The honking started again and given her defiant personality, she took her sweet time going through the light. Yeah, this was the beginning of road rage, but she just couldn’t help herself. Maybe the anticipation that had turned into heated anxiety was making her lash out.

  Nope.

  She chuckled as the car behind her blasted the horn before making a turn. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she followed the GPS, taking the sharp curves with way too much speed. Her tires squealed, and she could only laugh. Her master would no doubt give her a spanking for her driving antics alone. Should she tell him about her blatant disregard for driving the speed limit? Uh no, she wasn’t ready to confess all her sins just yet.

  “I’ll know if you lie to me.”

  Would he really?

  As she noticed the sign for the turnoff just ahead, she started to pant, tears forming in her eyes. This was too much. There was no way she could handle this. None. Make the turn. Do it. You wanted this. This time, she hated her little voice. She’d obeyed his every command, preparing herself, dressing appropriately, washing herself clean. Shaving. “Sweet Lord.” She was so nervous, her stomach in knots.

  A gatehouse loomed in front of her, the small brick building and gates reminding her of some prison. This was how the wealthy lived, in a protected environment. She didn’t belong here. She was just a girl trying to make ends meet, living on borrowed time until she could find a way to move up the corporate ladder, if that was even possible. Ugh. She hated her self-doubt, every second of it.

  She plastered on a smile as she rolled to a stop, her window already down. The man in an official-looking uniform appeared ready to bite her head off. “Hi.”

  “Who are you here to see, miss?”

  The guard was older and while he had a smile on his face, she could sense he was looking into her passenger seat, as if trying to determine who the hell she could be seeing at this point. What if she had to explain? Embarrassment hit her hard, a jab in her heart. “I’m here to see, um… I’m here because. Mr. Asbury. Yes.” At least she knew his name.

  “You must be Jenna Parker.”

  “Yes, sir. I am,” she said proudly.

  “You’re expected.” His smile brightened.

  He gave her directions and she was floating, forced to ask him a second time. When she was safely on her way, she breathed a sigh of relief. That is, until she turned down his street.

  You can do this. You will do this.

  As she pulled into the aggregate circle drive, she held her breath when the house came into view. Why was her master doing this? He was so successful in business. He was charming. He was a damn hottie. He certainly didn’t need to answer an ad to find a date, a woman who craved kink, or anything else for that matter. He could simply wag his finger, giving the intense look she’d already been privy to and any woman would come crawling.

  Her thoughts drifted to the papers she’d been required to sign. He simply didn’t want anyone to learn about his proclivities. He wanted to keep this completely locked away, never allowing his desire to dominate and train a woman out in the open, even to his friends. The fact she was his dirty little secret was sinful, shameless, and raunchy. Making the concept even more delicious.

  Merely stepping out of her tiny car and staring up at the massive building made her legs weak and her heartbeat quicken with excitement. She swallowed more than once, controlling all those nervous tics that seemed to be thrashing through her body and took even strides toward the front door. No one had else had been on the road from the time she’d entered the community and trees were lining the entire property, but she couldn’t help fighting the feeling she was being watched, picked apart by neighborly vultures. She envisioned them cackling on the phone, comparing notes about the poor little waif girl visiting the sexy and powerful bachelor.

  Well, fuck them.

  A slight sneer crossed her face as she pressed the doorbell with purpose, ready to accept her punishment for all her misdeeds and shortcomings. She was proud to become a well spanked woman and would happily tell anyone about her updated status.

  Liar…

  Okay, so she wasn’t allowed to tell a soul. That particular clause in the contract didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to have fantasies. Suddenly, she was filled with another round of second-guessing her decision. For all his blatant charm, he could be hiding behind a façade of depravity, with a trunk full of sharp knives, ropes, and poison, all designed to keep her as his prey.

  Jesus. She’d been watching far too many abduction movies as of late. She took a step back and almost tumbled off the concrete steps. This was insane. She’d never been this buck wild nervous in her life.

  The door was opened, and his amused face was gazing back at her. “Did you have any trouble finding the location?”

  “No, Sir. I knew of the community, which doesn’t mean I’ve ever been inside, I mean graced or allowed to come in. I don’t really know any of these nice people, I just have driven by a few times and I…” She pushed the back of her hand across her mouth. Babbling she didn’t usually do, especially in this manner.

  He ushered her in and when he closed the door, he winked. “Trust me when I say this, the people living here are assholes and idiots who think they are all that.”

  His rough words broke the ice, allowing her to giggle before breathing a slight sigh of relief.

  “Come. I’m certain you have limited time and we will get this session started.”

  She wanted to tell him that she had the entire afternoon to languish over his attention, but this wasn’t about romance to any degree. He was a busy man and she was lucky to have gained this much attention. “Yes, Sir.” She trailed behind him into a well adorned corner office, the cathedral ceilings, stone fireplace, and various art pieces giving her another reminder that she was poor as a church mouse. There were no obvious signs of what was about to occur and certainly no ‘X’ crosses or spanking benches disguised as furniture. There was only his massive desk positioned just so, a gorgeous view of a glistening pool from what looked like a luxurious leather chair.

  He seemed uncertain himself as he studied her from a distance, his eyes twinkling as they had in the coffee shop. “I thought we would discuss some basic rules before we get started.”

  “I thought we already had. I mean, Sir.” She found herself feeling more like a sullen child than a grown woman with each passing second, even pushing her feet together in a diagonal, much like a petulant child would do.

  “To a point, baby girl, yes. However, here is what I expect before you arrive. On the day of our session, you’ll text me with a list of infractions, and I want you to be honest with me. That will ensure that I provide the proper punishment. After you arrive, you will immediately come into this room and remove your clothes. Then you will go to that corner and wait for my appearance, arms at your sides, your thoughts centered on the various aspects of what you are being punished for. We will discuss your disobedience, then I will explain your punishment for the day. Is everything clear to you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Had she even spoken? She wasn’t entirely certain, given she was lost in a vacuum. This shit was getting real.

  “Excellent. I have a phone call to make. There is a piece of paper on my desk. I want you to write down everything that you’ve done wrong this week. Be honest.”

  “Like what, Sir?”

  He moved closer, his smile full of a quiet demeanor, yet so full of authority. “Cursing, breaking any rules whether at work or perhaps running a red light. Overspending or missing a payment. That’s what I’m looking for. The more honest you are, the better for both of us.” He walked even closer until he was inches away. “When you’ve completed that task, you’ll follow through with the rest of my directions. I will be gone for several minutes. This should give you plenty of time to accomplish my command.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Every
part of her body was quivering. Even her lips had formed into a pout.

  “Excellent. I’m looking forward to getting started.”

  “Yes, Sir. I am too.” She held her breath until he walked out of the room, his footsteps matching the beating of her heart. “Oh. My. God,” she whispered. This was going to make her lose her shit. There was no doubt. She wrinkled her nose and walked toward his desk. Funny how she had her hands positioned in front of her, clasped together, her head lowered. She stared at the piece of paper for what had to be a full minute before chiding herself to obey the simple task.

  The pen felt heavy in Jenna’s hand, the Mont Blanc exactly what she figured he would own. A wave of nausea rolled into her tummy as she attempted to write down all her infractions. Shit. There were so many, she didn’t know where to begin.

  Cursing pretty much all day long, special enjoyment of the word ‘fuck.’

  Coming into work late, lying that there was traffic.

  Lusting after the maintenance guy in the apartment complex (but he was hot as shit).

  Drunk Instagramming.

  Stress. The inability to push away stress other than from a bottle (or two) of wine.

  Giving a driver the finger on the way over.

  There. She’d listed just about everything she thought would be considered naughty enough behavior warranting a spanking. Maybe. Okay, so there were more, but this was a good start. She pushed the paper away, as if it was on fire, and felt her way back from the desk, refusing to trust her trembling legs.

  The part about undressing was the most humiliating. She’d envisioned him pulling up her skirt and spanking her ass over her panties. Fully naked? She would die of embarrassment before the session was over. You got yourself into this. Time to hike up your big girl panties or take them off. This time, her little voice held far too much truth. She darted a look over her shoulder, making certain her daddy wasn’t watching in the shadows. And what if he was? This was his house. These were his rules.