Daddy Morebucks (16 page)

After giving her plenty of time to stew, he marched purposely toward her door.

Inside he found her kneeling on the floor, facing him, eyes lowered, hands clasped at the small of her back.

“Nice. You followed my instructions perfectly. Good girl.” Marley’s posture relaxed somewhat at his encouragement.

He strode to the closet and brought back several coils of rope. Moving the bench at the end of the bed, he asked her to kneel in front of the footboard facing him.

Slowly James draped rope around her chest, running it around her back, and pulling it through. He could tell by her countenance that Marley enjoyed the sensuality of the rope’s caress. Good. Pleasure coupled with pain was always ideal. He created a bra-like harness with it, accentuating her breasts.

He bent to suckle a nipple before he progressed to her hands. His nostrils inhaled her scent. Damn, she smelled good—like fresh honeysuckle, and she was just as wild. Tasted sweet too.

Teasing her was part of the fun. He loved watching her become aroused, then leaving her wanting more. Tying each wrist to the top of the footboard, he secured her position so her arms dangled by her wrists, giving her plenty of room to adjust if they became sore.

Her legs were another issue. He wanted her on her knees, legs spread, so he lifted her ankles behind her and connected them to her thighs, hindering her ability to use her calves to scoot around.

Marley had been quiet while he secured her. She watched him work as if in a trance. He sensed she knew this was a good time to be silent. Her submission meant everything to him. The fact that she didn’t complain, didn’t question—it appeared she trusted him. It was never easy to hurt another person, particularly one he cared about, but her trust centered him and gave him the strength to do what he needed to do.

He pulled a dark scarf out of his pocket and her eyes widened. “A blindfold?” she asked.

He nodded. “Close your eyes, little girl.” She shut them and he tied the scarf snugly around her head. “Too tight?” he asked.

“No, Sir. It’s fine.”

“Can you see?”

She shook her head, then realized her mistake. “No, Sir.”

“Good.”

He went back to the closet and retrieved the flogger with its black leather tails. This particular flogger packed a wallop, but it was nowhere near as intense as others in his collection. He wanted to punish her, not injure her. He knew Marley was in the process of adjusting to his rules. She was unaccustomed with having someone to answer to.

“Now I’m going to flog you for not telling me your whereabouts. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her muscles tensed and her voice trembled as she spoke.

The leather fingers slapped her thigh, and her body jerked involuntarily at the insult.

“Relax into it. You’ll find that helps, and the pain won’t be so bad. Remember to breathe.”

He struck her on the stomach. This time she controlled her instinct better and only flinched slightly.

“Good.” He could tell she was trying to please him. To submit to her punishment, whether she agreed with it or not.

His heart went out to her and he began flogging her with a repetitive motion, knowing the pattern would make it easier for her to withstand.

Each time the flogger met her skin, it deepened his connection to her. Using it as an extension of himself, he reached out and claimed his sub, relishing every stroke she endured. Each one an acceptance of him, his lifestyle, his choices, and his feelings for her.

Thin, pink marks striped her breasts, stomach, and upper thighs. No raised welts. No need to blister her. Watching her dig deep into herself to withstand his reprimand was enough. It stirred something in him. Lust, yes, but more than that.

He desired to own this woman. He wanted her all for himself. Controlling her was heady. Irresistible. His breathing quickened.
I’m becoming addicted to her.

Undressing from the waist down, James approached her, his cock leading the charge.

“Open your mouth, doll.”

Those gorgeous wet lips parted. She opened wide, welcoming him.

He stroked himself, memorizing the picture before him—Marley tied up, blindfolded, spread wide, waiting to service him any way he saw fit. The image would stay with him; that he knew.

He ran his hand down her rope-decorated flesh to the triangle between her legs. Her slick, ready pussy drenched him as he entered her with his hand. Fingerbanging her hard and fast, he captured a nipple in his mouth and reacted to the noises she made. Oooh’s and aaahhh’s poured from her throat as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and fingerfucked her vigorously.

Sensing she was close to orgasm, he stopped. Pulling away, he observed her panting and sweating with lust. She wanted to come badly, but she wasn’t begging for it. Not yet.

“Keep that mouth open. Did I say you could close it?’

She shook her head no rather than giving him a verbal response, but he let it slide since it would be unfair to ask her to talk and keep her mouth open at the same time.

He struck her on the side of the mouth with his cock. She turned her head to accept him.

“No. Be still,” he said in a firm voice.

Slapping her cheek with his cock as he stroked it got her attention. She settled down. Her face wore an expression of pure bliss. Her gaping lips formed a half-smile as he pummeled her with his rock-hard shaft. He loved being so close to her mouth, taunting her and taking pleasure from her all the same. Hitting his cock on her face aroused him. He loved being able to use her entire body for his own enjoyment.

Finally he fed her eager mouth. Hungrily she took him in, licking, sucking, bobbing her head as best she could, considering her bondage.

Her velvety lips enveloped him. Little teeth grazed him ever so slightly, driving him wild. His hips bucked into her, shoving to the back of her throat. Occasionally she made a strangled sound. He’d pull back, appreciating the strings of saliva connecting his rod and her talented mouth.

“You’re such a good little slut for Daddy,” he said, breaching her again.

She nodded vigorously, mumbling something unintelligible around his dick. “Yes, Daddy” or something to that effect. Clutching her head, he controlled her and thrust himself inside her until he was on the verge of completion.

Taking his cock in his hand, he jerked himself until he was ready to spew.

“Open that mouth. Stick out your tongue,” he ordered her.

Her tongue reached out and captured the salty white substance he gave her. Some dripped down her cheek. What a glorious sight—his baby girl covered in his cum.

“Lick it up, doll.” He wiped the silky fluid from her face with his finger and offered it to her.

Lapping it up, she shivered in anticipation. She was expecting it to be her turn next.

“There’s only one more part to your punishment, love. It’s almost over.”

“What is it?”

“Be patient. You’ll see. I’ll be right back.”

He returned with a vibrator and some clothespins.

He fondled her breasts, flicking her nipples until they hardened into tight little nubs. Then he slowly placed a clothespin on each of them.

Marley whimpered, but kept her composure.

Until he started the vibrator. Inserting it was no problem. She was as wet as a Slip ‘n Slide. But the finger that flicked her clit each time he sunk the vibe into her sent her into orbit.

She struggled against the ropes, pelvis gyrating, pleading for more.

“I can tell you like this,” he taunted, working her aching cunt.

Each time the vibrator glided across her engorged clit, she whimpered helplessly.

He removed it and flipped the off switch. “You really like that, don’t you, doll?” He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged gently, his face almost touching hers. “You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

She nodded wildly, her moans indicating she liked the dirty talk. “Yes, Daddy,” she almost screamed. “Please, Daddy.”

“Please what?”

“Please keep doing that!”

“Such a greedy little whore for Daddy. I love that.” He kissed her deeply, her tongue eagerly joining his.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he asked, removing her blindfold.

“Yes, Daddy, please, Daddy. Please make me come.”

He began to untie her arms.

“No. You are not allowed to come tonight. That is the last part of your punishment. No orgasm for you.”

Eyes bulging, she squeaked, “You’re not serious.”

Kissing her on the top of the head, he replied, “Oh, I’m very serious.”

He released her from the bindings and went to the closet to put the toys away. He brought her a modest white cotton nightgown and handed it to her. “Put this on and get into bed.” He pointed to her bed.

“But Daddy, you got me all excited!” she whined.

“Yes, I did. Orgasm denial is a punishment that should work wonders with your thoughtless behavior.” He pulled back the covers for her. “Now hop in. And don’t even
think
of masturbating tonight. You are under strict orders
not
to do that.”

Dazed, Marley put the nightgown over her head and trudged to bed. Once under the covers, she asked with a mischievous grin, “Not even a little bit?”

“You are not to even touch yourself. At all. Do you hear me?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, giving him an exaggerated pout, she agreed. “Fine. But that’s an awfully mean punishment, Daddy.”

He leaned down to kiss her and clutched her to him. Stroking her hair, he said, “It’s not intended to be mean, but to get your attention. To teach you something. To stop you from making the same mistake again. Perhaps next time you will think about it and remember to check in with me.”

Heaving a big sigh, she agreed. “You’re right, Daddy. I was wrong. I’m sorry and I won’t play with myself.”

“There’s a good girl. Sleep tight, my dear. I’ll see you in the morning.” He gave her a chaste kiss goodnight and left the room.

* * *

It was all Daddy’s fault.

Marley changed positions, slinging the covers across the bed. Lying on her side, she couldn’t get comfortable. First she was cold, then she was hot. Nothing seemed to help.

James had gotten her so aroused, she thought she would jump right out of her skin. For hours she’d tried to distract herself from the wicked thoughts that kept playing in her mind. James touching her in all the right places, fucking her brains out. To her dismay, her brain insisted on replaying scenes from their lovemaking over the past month, ramping up her level of excitement.

But she didn’t dare touch herself. And she didn’t go to the closet to find that marvelous vibrator he’d used on her. Why? She wasn’t exactly sure. Ultimately, it was more important to obey Daddy than it was to satisfy herself.

What did that say about her feelings for him? She had it bad.

Frowning, she punched her pillow a few times. She’d fallen in love with him. Why else would she put his desires, his requests above her own needs?

Then there was the way her stomach fell to the floor anytime he walked into the room. And the way it made her ecstatic when he called her his little slut or kissed her on the forehead. Who knew things like
that
would make her heart sing?

The more she considered it, the more certain she was he would like the surprise ménage she had planned for his Christmas present. What else could she give him? She didn’t have any money of her own. Yes, he’d given her a credit card, but it would feel silly buying a present for him with his own money.

No, it was best to give of yourself. And in this case, Charmaine.

Charmaine. Marley had to admit she was quite taken by Charmaine’s considerable charms. The girl was larger than life. Wealthier than anyone Marley had ever met. She had more money than James, and while James was a self-made man, Charmaine grew up with all the spoils of the rich and privileged.

From what Marley had gathered, Charmaine’s father used money to tie her to the family. The man used money as a symbol for his love, while he gallivanted all over, making more brothers and sisters for Charmaine, acquiring then disposing of wives left and right. According to Kimberly, Charmaine’s father was currently working on marriage number six. Charmaine had joked there was actually a legal limit on how many times one could be married and her father was edging perilously close to that limit.

While Charmaine’s wealth was impressive, her beauty was staggering. She reminded Marley of a lion, with her bright, sharp eyes and gorgeous mane, her lithe body all poised and curled up ready to strike. On the surface Charmaine was a wild tangle of fun, but Marley knew a dark sadness lurked behind her blasé exterior.

Marley saw in her a kindred spirit. Way down deep, Charmaine was wounded. Her troubled nature appealed to Marley. Even though Charmaine had many advantages in life, Marley was certain that, like herself, Charmaine had seen the uglier side of human nature. She wanted to believe that if Charmaine knew the truth about her past, her friend would be able to relate. Not as a whore, but as a fellow recipient of the garbage life can throw at you.

When it came to sex with women, Marley had been a party to a few threesomes. It had always been staged, and it usually paid well. In her personal life she’d never been interested in women, but when she was working, a body was a body. Man or woman. It didn’t really matter. It was all for the money.

But if you were going to bump and grind with a woman, Charmaine was a gorgeous one to do it with. And her feline grace made it something Marley was almost looking forward to. It would be fun. And James would love it. Men always fantasized about being with two women adoring them, wanting them, begging for their cock. How awesome for her to give that to him.

A thorough understanding of sex and a lack of hang-ups were some of the benefits of her previous occupation. Marley congratulated herself on her mature, progressive approach to sex. This practicality set her apart from most women.

Her mind drifted back to James and how much she wanted him. The spell he’d cast over her was almost unbearable. By telling her she couldn’t touch herself, he made her unquenched lust the sole focus of her attention, both mentally and physically.