Daddy Morebucks (7 page)

Wincing, she bit her lower lip. He hit her harder than the last time, and she bit down harder, breaking the skin.

Tasting blood, she decided that hadn’t been the smartest idea. She told herself no biting, but it was difficult not to clench her rear molars together.

He smacked her again.

She whimpered. He wasn’t holding back. These blows stung. How was she supposed to just take this?

Remembering to breathe helped, but her ass was on fire. Hadn’t he told her to ease into it? Easier said than done.

She must think of something else. Take her mind elsewhere. The pretty penthouse. The super-fast elevator. Anything else but the pain of her backside.

About the tenth slap, she’d given up. Her body was almost growing accustomed to the agony. She lay limp over his knee, not really caring how many more were left.

Then it was over as quickly as it had begun. He righted her, eyeing her sternly. “Do you think you can be more appropriate now?”

Cowed, she fixed her hair and stared at him through wide eyes. “Yes, Sir.” She rubbed a hand across her bottom, wishing it was his hand. Wishing that he would comfort her after her ordeal. But there were no signs of that happening. Her spirits fell.

“Good. Then have a seat and we’ll finish up.”

Marley plopped into her chair, dejected.
Ah, at least the seat is cushy.
Her rear sang with the consequences of her actions. Ouch.

“Are you okay?” He touched her arm. Finally, some compassion.

She brightened. “Yes, Sir.”

“All right, Marley. You must always be honest with me. I care about your feelings and your well-being. I want you to communicate with me and I will do the same with you.”

Feelings? He wants to know about my feelings? What man does that? There’s hope for him yet…

He continued, “We will discuss your interests and goals and make some plans to help you meet those goals.”

“I don’t think I have any goals, Sir.” Life had always been about solving immediate problems. The future wasn’t something she had the luxury to contemplate before now.

“Surely there must be something you’d like to do.”

She shrugged. What kind of loser didn’t have any goals? She wracked her brain, but came up with nothing.

“When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?”

“A ballerina?” As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. Her mother hadn’t been able to afford dance lessons. And high school dances had always ended with her stepping on more toes than she cared to remember.

“Can you dance?”

She shook her head, fidgeting on her stool. “Can we move on?”

“Yes. We’ll get back to that later. From now on, your body is mine sexually. No other men, or women for that matter.”

She made a face.

“Your orgasms are mine as well. Little girls need their daddy’s permission to touch themselves.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Not really.”

“Good. Now let’s talk about punishments. If you break the rules, there will be a punishment.” He reached over and stroked her hair. His voice softened. “I will never give you more than you can take. I will stretch your limits, and I will respect your hard limits. You will always be able to use your safeword. What is your safeword?”

“Bluebird.”

“All right, Marley, bluebird it is.” He cupped her chin. “Trust that I have your best interests at heart.”

“So I’m to be available to you whenever you want?”

He nodded. “You are to comply with my requests. You will still be able to have your own life, but being my submissive, my little girl, will be your top priority. Do you have any more questions?”

Chewing on her bottom lip, she shook her head. It was kinda like being a slave. But not. A knot formed in her belly.

“How’s your ass?”

A sigh escaped her lips. “It’s okay.”

“I’m glad. Now let me show you to your room.”

Chapter Seven

James threw open the door to the most beautiful room Marley had ever seen. A huge mirrored wall framed the bed. Aged with a lacy gray finish, it gave the room an antique vibe. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the view made up another wall. An expensive-looking taupe rug covered the cool, gray stone tile floor.

A deep plum upholstered headboard rested atop the king-sized bed, outfitted with platinum and pale lavender shantung linens as soft and shiny as cupid’s wings. A lone, fuzzy aubergine pillow centered the bed. Gray damask draperies anchored the view. An upholstered bench butted up to the foot of the bed, and a lamp topped with a stylish white shade was conveniently positioned on a substantial oak chest. A crystal chandelier dripped glamour from the ceiling, and a velvet chaise lounge added voluptuous seating to the room.

A bedroom fit for a Hollywood starlet… and it was all for her. Wrapping her arms around herself, Marley did a small pirouette.

“I take it you like it?” James asked.

“Like it? I love it!” Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.” The words slid off her tongue like a Slinky rolling down an incline. He could be her ‘daddy.’ She could get used to that.

“Have you always had a bedroom like this?” She gazed into his eyes.

He laughed. “Of course not. It’s a touch too feminine for me. I had it designed especially for you. The designer complained about the turnaround time, but I think she did a fine job on short notice, don’t you?”

“Absolutely!”

“If there’s anything you don’t like, it can be changed. Or anything else you need…”

Surveying the room, she noted a television, a stereo, and a desk. Exquisite details were everywhere she looked.

A realization lit up her brain. She belonged here. “It’s perfect.”

She walked over to the windowed wall. So many buildings, so many people out there. Usually a view like this made her feel small. Not today. Today she didn’t feel like a nobody. James made her feel important from the forehead he liked to kiss all the way down to her heels.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as she sensed him approaching her from behind. His arms encircled her waist, his lips nuzzled her neck. “Oh, Marley, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

She shifted in his arms and pressed her lips to his. He answered hungrily, exploring her mouth with his tongue. Welcoming him, she sucked on his lip, dancing a slow, sensuous tango with nips and flicks of her own.

He released her and stepped back. “You’re good to humor me and give this a try. I’m sure you have some reservations.”

She pursed her lips. “I guess I just don’t know what it’s going to be like…”

“I understand that. I don’t know either. Every daddy and his little girl must find their own way. But I want to pleasure you. Show you what it can be like to be my little girl.”

He strode over to the closet and came back with a copious amount of rope. Hemp, perhaps? She wasn’t sure.

“How familiar are you with rope?” His eyes gleamed.

“N-not very.” She swallowed. Having her hands tied was one thing, but what did he plan to do with all that rope? Control was slipping away from her; she could feel it in her gut.

“That’s okay. I will show you. Take off your clothes.”

Every time he gave her that order, butterflies took flight in her stomach. She dropped her skirt and panties to the floor. Pulling her top over her head, she felt his warm hands on her back, unhooking her bra.

Cool air whooshed over her body. The hairs on her arms stood on end, and her nipples sprung to attention.

James ran his hands over her upper arms and shoulders, warming her. “Don’t worry, your body heat will rise before long. Would you like me to close the drapes?”

She shrugged. “That’s up to you, Daddy.”

His erection pressed against the small of her back. A sigh crept from her lips. Damn, he felt good.

“All of Dallas could see you up here if they had a telescope and they wanted to. That doesn’t bother you?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. I just want to please my daddy.” She hoped that was the right answer.

“Marley, it’s not safe for you to be in your room naked for all to see. You must always close the draperies if you intend to be undressed. Do you understand me?” His voice was firm.

Another rule. Gosh, he was uptight. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He crossed the room and pulled the cord to close out the rest of the world. Turning back to her, he asked, “Where were we?”

“I think you were about to tie me up.”

“Oh, yes. I was.” He grinned at her.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax. She trusted him. Why? She wasn’t sure. But she did.

He stood in front of her. “Lift your arms to your sides.”

She obeyed. The rope he draped over her shoulders was softer than it looked. It had a distinct smell. She wasn’t sure what it was, but the raw freshness of it reminded her of the lumber section at the hardware store.

She stood there quietly watching him make a crisscross between her breasts. The air filled with electricity as he looped the rope around her body several times.

He wound it around her torso, bringing it behind her back, then to the front again, layering the ropes. The process continued, back to front, then back to front again.

A sense of calm enveloped the two of them. With every loop, every wrap, Marley relaxed. His movements were purposeful and repetitive—hypnotic. The ropes hugged her body like a cocoon. Swaddled in his creation of cords, she felt safe.

Looking down, her breasts were bound with ropes surrounding them, displaying them in a distorted, yet sexy fashion. The image was so bold, she felt almost obscene. To her surprise, she liked it.

“Would you like to be blindfolded?” James’ voice broke the silent spell between them.

“Not this time, if that’s okay, Sir.” This was all so new. She wanted to understand what he was doing to her.

“That’s fine. But I will probably blindfold you next time. It enhances the senses.” He went back to work.

Starting above her knee, he wrapped a loop over her several times around her leg, catching it with the end of the rope and pulling it taut. Then he repeated the process with her other leg. He bound her wrists behind her back, attaching them to the bottom of the harness. He glanced at the ceiling, then disappeared into the closet again.

He came back with a stepladder. What?

Marley’s eyes followed his to the rings coming out of the ceiling. Her heart raced. Her upper lip beaded with sweat. Oh my God! He was going to suspend her. She’d seen this before on the Internet, but never imagined anyone would do that to her.

She watched as he set up a fairly complex pulley system and had four groups of rope billowing down from the ceiling.

“You’re going to lift me off the floor with those?”

He nodded and kept working.

“But I’m too heavy. I’ll fall.”

He touched her cheek gently. “Don’t worry. It will hold. I know what I’m doing. You have to trust me, Marley.”

Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Trust him? It was a matter of physics, wasn’t it? She considered this. She didn’t doubt he knew more about physics than she did. Plus it appeared he’d done this before. A twinge of jealousy irked her. She hated thinking of him doing this to another girl.

After asking her to kneel on the bench at the end of her bed, he bent down and wrapped rope around her calves, one at a time. Then he bent her leg back and bound an ankle to the ropes he had tied around her thigh. Two of the ceiling ropes connected to her harness and he attached another to her calves.

He secured her other leg the same way. “I’m going to lift you now. Do not be alarmed. Once you’re off the floor, I don’t want you to struggle. You are safe. I will not allow you to fall. Those hooks are secured in the roof of this building. They’re rated for over six hundred pounds, so they can handle you.”

She nodded. Sweat pricked her armpits, and she willed her nerves to chill out and trust him.

Slowly she left the floor. Her body jerked instinctively, aching for the safety of land.

“Uh-uh-uh,” he chided. “You want to be a good girl for me, Marley. As you can see, you are clearly at my mercy now. I recommend you follow my directions.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.” Concern vibrated in her voice. He ignored it and made the finishing touches that put her in a semi-hogtied position. Her legs were spread, back arched, with her feet bound up behind her, same as her wrists that rested on the small of her back.

“What if I fall on my face?” she shrieked. In addition to the adrenaline coursing through her veins, she also had full-fledged panic to add to the list.

“Shhh!” He put a finger to her lips. “Take a deep breath. I’m not going to drop you.” He lifted her torso to a more upright position. It reminded her of being at the head of a ship’s bow. Suspended above everything, her tits jutting out proudly in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, and concentrated on her breathing. She opened her eyes to see him secure the rope tails to some pegs on the wall she hadn’t noticed before, but then she promptly closed them again. She was starting to understand the value of a blindfold.

Supple lips pressed against hers. She relaxed a little. He dallied with her breasts for a moment, flicking her nipples, pinching them. She wiggled at the attention. Desire raged in her. She was so sensitive! Her bound breasts were like globes of fire, urging him on. He bent and took one, then the other in his mouth. Suckling, licking, then punctuating his attention with a sharp bite. Marley groaned, praying he would play with the rest of her.

Pulled up and positioned, her legs splayed, she was completely open to him and helpless to do anything about it. Her cunt ached for his touch.

“Please, Daddy,” she heard herself saying.

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.” She was in his hands, ready to surrender to him.

“Touch you where?” He prodded.

“My pussy. I want to feel your fingers inside me.”

“What a little slut you are.”

Color rose in her cheeks, but her cunt tingled at his words.