Page 10 of Daddy's Obsession

“Take off that robe and go lie over the arm of the couch.” He sounds angry and I’m a little thrown off. Surely he isn’t angry? He knows I’m inexperienced. I swallow thickly as I silently lay myself over the arm of the couch. My bottom is thrust up in the air and I feel extremely exposed.

“There is something you need to know about me… I don’t just like punishing naughty girls. I like to punish well behaved little girls. I want you to be my good girl and I want to turn your ass red anyway. I want to see your big blue eyes fill with tears as you ask me why and beg me to stop… and then I want to fuck you until you scream.”

I shift on my feet as he paints the picture of what he wants to do to me. I can imagine his big palm coming down on my bottom over and over again as tears track down my cheeks while I beg him to stop. Promise to be his good girl. I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs because I’m so worked up. I want what he wants. Gage has tapped into every one of my naughtiest fantasies. The idea of BDSM and submission has always intrigued me but in the books I’ve read, most of the heroines get punished for being bad and breaking rules. I don’t want to be bad. I’m a pleaser. I want to follow the rules but if the wetness between my legs is any indicator, I also want to be punished.

I jump when his hand cups one of my butt cheeks. “Do you want that, Estella? Do you want me to punish you even though you don’t deserve it?”

I nod my head.Yes, yes please, I silently beg.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I want that… Daddy,” I add at the last second.

“Tell me what you want,” he pushes.

“I—I want you to punish me. Spank me even though I don’t deserve it. F—” I stutter on the word. Cussing is against my stepmother’s rules. It’s unseemly, even though it doesn’t stop her from cussing a blue streak. “Fuck me, own me. I want you, Daddy. I’m yours.”

“Such a naughty word from such an innocent mouth.” His hand cracks down on my bottom. “I think we should talk about rules,” he says, spanking my other cheek. “No cussing. No skipping meals. You will take time off to rest, I won’t have you exhausting yourself.” Each rule is accompanied by another swat. “I own your orgasms.” His fingers slip between my legs, and he teases my clit. I spread my legs wider, silently begging for more. “I’m the only one that touches you. No more fake dates. No more getting naked in front of other people at work. No one sees what’s mine.” His hand comes down harder as he lists off more rules. I’m to be in his bed every night, naked. He will handle my schedule and security. I’m to follow all security procedures at all times. Not that I would ever break that rule, especially not with Steve Nelson out of prison.

The spanking continues until tears stream down my face and my bottom throbs with it. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be a good girl, please!” I wail when a particularly wicked swat lands on my upper thigh.

He gives me two more resounding swats, then leans over my body, stretching his front along my back. His jeans abrade my abused bottom and I whimper. He pushes my hair out of my face and I look over my shoulder at him. He looks downright feral. A shiver of need courses through my body and I wiggle my bottom against him. I hiss out a breath at the sensation, but don’t stop.

“Such a good girl.” Gage’s voice is a low rumble in my ear. “I think you deserve a reward.”

He runs his hand down my side and around my hip. I moan when his fingers slip through my pussy lips and find my clit. He keeps me pinned to the couch with his body as he brings me to a lightning fast orgasm that leaves me completely wrung out. I make a pleading sound deep in my throat when he pulls away, leaving me bereft. I practically purr when he lifts me from my prone position and arranges me on his lap. He holds me close, crooning sweetly about how well I took my punishment and how perfect I am, I melt into his embrace, feeling content and cherished and happy. I can’t remember the last time I felt any of those things.

6

Gage

“Do we have to go out?”Estella asks again, a slight whine in her voice.

I spank her ass in warning. “I already told you, yes. I’m taking you out on a proper date.”

“But I’d rather stay here…” Her eyes flick toward the bedroom and I know exactly what my horny girl wants. We spent the afternoon cuddled on the couch watching reruns ofHighway Thru Hell. I was shocked when Estella picked the show; I figured she’d want to watch some kind of trashy reality TV show or sitcom. She shyly admitted she’s a reality TV junky, but that she prefers things likeHoardersandIce Road Truckers.

She spent two hours wiggling around on my lap and not so subtly letting me know she wanted me to fuck her. When I told her no, she pouted.

“Dinner first,” I say, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “Then we will come back here, and I will bury my cock in your virgin pussy.”

Her eyes glaze over at that and she licks her lips. “O-okay. Dinner, then…” She waves her hand in the direction of the bed. For someone so impatient to spread her legs for me, she’s adorably shy. She’s the perfect juxtaposition of sweet innocence and naughty princess who needs a good hard fucking.

“Let’s go.”

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The restaurant isa quiet Italian place that Rodney, one of Estella’s new security detail and my most trusted employee, suggested. He was right that the restaurant would not only be quiet but would have delicious food. Estella tries to order a salad and grilled fish, insisting that she can’t eat any of the rich pastas that are full of carbs and empty calories.

After a brief argument and a threat that she would go to bed without the ‘dessert’ she so desperately wants, she agrees to order what she really wants, which is five-cheese lasagna. Like with the pizza and bacon, she moans indecently with every bite. Fuck, will I ever get through a meal with this woman without getting hard?

“So, tell me, what made you decide to retire from the army?”

“Did your brother not tell you?”

She furrows her brow and her head tilts to the side in question. “He just told me that you retired. Andrew doesn’t tell me much, honestly. He doesn’t want me to worry.”

“We were ambushed. I can’t tell you details other than I was shot and two of the men on my team were killed.”

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