Daddy Morebucks (2 page)

Decorative vases filled with delphiniums and roses left a heady floral scent in the air. The room smelled of spring, though it was the beginning of winter outdoors.

She heard him clear his throat. “Do you have a coat?”

“No.”

“Okay.” He looked puzzled, but shook it off. “You may call me Sir. What shall I call you?”

“Marley. That’s my name.” His eyes slid over her body, inspecting the merchandise. She was used to this part of the transaction. It didn’t bother her anymore.

“Have you been informed of my particular requirements?”

“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but she was going to fake it. She’d make him think she was one of Miss Jay’s call girls, or die trying.

He seemed satisfied. “Good. Let’s have some dinner, shall we?”

Jackpot again! A meal. Thank you Lord!
Marley hadn’t eaten anything since the bowl of grits she ate early that morning at the shelter. No wonder those mojitos had gone to her head. Her belly rumbled. Tonight was turning out to be a good night.

“Yes, that sounds lovely, Sir.” She knew dominant men loved it when you called them by whatever names they asked you to call them. Sir, Master, whatever. She aimed to please this one with the big checkbook as best as she could.

He led her to the dining room, where sumptuous blue and green draperies framed the Dallas skyline, the lights making it look like a Texas fairyland. The aroma of the food was so strong, it relegated the smell of the flowers on the table to a simple undernote.

The table was set with fine china, elegant crystal, and golden flatware. Goblets of icy cold water and several crystal wine glasses anchored beautiful place settings. Their plates had warmers over the top of them.
Ah, he’s let the help go. It’s only the two of us.
Marley made it a habit to know how many people were around. From a safety perspective, knowledge was power. She didn’t expect this guy to be more than she could handle, but it was preferable to know ahead of time if someone else was going to pop out of the woodwork. She didn’t like surprises when she was on the job.

He held the chair out for her. She sat down, then he pushed her back under the linen tablecloth.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said politely.

Taking his seat across from her, he said, “I hope you aren’t a vegetarian.”

“Oh, no. I love meat.” She raised an eyebrow suggestively.

He ignored the double entendre.

She opened the covering atop the food to peek at what was underneath it. She was famished.

“Marley, did I say you could look at your food?”

Is he serious?
Chastised, she answered, “No, Sir.”

“You will wait until I tell you to remove the cover.”

“Okay, sorry,” she grumbled.

“For tonight, I am your benefactor and you will do as I say. Is that clear?” His dark eyes stared into hers.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. I prefer to say grace before we eat if that doesn’t offend you.” He reached for her hand.

“No, that’s fine, Sir.” She liked the feel of his clean, warm hand. A whiff of cologne or aftershave drifted past her nose. For some reason it gave her comfort. Though he appeared to be around thirty years old, the man had a commanding presence and she liked the way he took charge. It made her feel as though she could relax, a rarity for her.

Usually Marley had to be vigilant, not only when working, but in every aspect of her life. She was guarded with people. Friendly on the outside, but on the inside she was wary of everyone. Experience had taught her that. Count on no one but yourself. That was the only way to survive.

“Lord, bless this food and us to thine service. Please bless Marley in her endeavors and be with us this evening as we partake in your bounty. Amen.”

Marley found it odd that a religious man would have a prostitute over and that he would pray over it.
It takes all kinds.
She found it kinda cute though. The fact that he did something so quirky made her warm to him. She didn’t want to admit that it touched her that he said a prayer for her. No one had ever prayed for her before, that she knew of.

He leaned gracefully across the table and removed her plate cover to reveal a delicious-smelling entrée that consisted of some kind of beef tucked in a pastry shell, fluffy potatoes piped into a fancy swirled shape, and seasoned green beans.

“I’m glad you eat meat. I don’t have much patience for salads myself, and you look like you could use a good meal.” He chuckled.

He has no idea
, she thought as she watched him cautiously, waiting until he picked up his fork first. She wasn’t going to jump the gun again and risk looking like the starving indigent she was.

“You may go ahead.” He motioned to her plate.

“Thank you, Sir.” She dove in, starting with the meat, trying to remain ladylike while desperately wanting to eat like a famished farm hand after a long day’s work.

They ate their meal in silence, the only noises being the clinks of silverware on plates and glasses tinkling as they drank and enjoyed the tasty meal.

“Do you care for any wine?” he asked.

Remembering what Milton had said about him not liking his girls to drink alcohol, she shook her head no.

“No, Sir,” he corrected her.

She finished her bite and dutifully answered, “No, Sir. Thank you for offering, Sir.” She could play that game with her eyes closed.

“Well, I’m going to have a glass of merlot, though I do like to keep my head about me during a scene. You should too.”

“I’m fine, though I did have some drinks earlier.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. Milton told me you don’t like your girls drunk, and this food sopped up all the alcohol in my system, so no worries, Sir.”

He sat quietly sipping his wine and considering her.

“Would you like dessert?”

“Sure! I mean, yes, Sir.”

He looked surprised. “Oh, well, then I’ll call down for something. Maybe we can have it later. What would you like? Cake? Crème brûlée? I could see what the specials are…”

“Crème brûlée. I’ve always wanted to try that.”

He used a phone in the corner to order two crème brûlées before returning to his seat.

Marley finished her potatoes and leaned back in her chair, her tummy contented. “Thank you, Sir. That was delicious.”

Unable to read him, Marley decided it was time to get this show on the road. The sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she could get some sleep. Lack of sleep was catching up with her. The different noises and random commotion that went on throughout the night at the shelter kept her awake. If she was lucky she could crash here and find a new place tomorrow.

Locking her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she had planned. The chair didn’t budge.

“What are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.

“I was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”

“Sir,” he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You are out of line.”

Marley sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”

“My, my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”

Obediently, Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.

Slowly, he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just above her knees.

“Marley, do you know why I’m disciplining you?”

“Yes, Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside down.

“It is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“The rules were explained to you before you got here?”

“Yes, Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell, she thought he would
like
what she did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s.

“Then you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.

She flinched when his bare hand slammed down on her naked rear end. Another blow rained down, eliciting a cry from her lips. She clenched her muscles.

“Don’t tense up. Relax. Ease into the pain. It will make it easier.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice a whimper, she took a deep breath and tried to do as he instructed.

More swats landed on her ass. She imagined it must be getting red by now.

He was right. Not resisting was helpful. Embracing the sting helped her ride the wave of pain as he smacked her posterior.

She moaned under his hand and was grateful when he ceased the spanking and began rubbing her aching cheeks. Gently, he slid his hands over her skin, massaging her hot globes, easing her distress.

“Mmm, thank you, Sir,” she purred, disheveled and drunk with endorphins.

“You’re welcome,” he said quietly.

His fingers dipped down and brushed across her pussy lips. She strained, wanting him to touch her. This was strange. She didn’t usually become aroused on her ‘dates.’ She carried lube for that reason.

When he inserted a finger into her opening, she was surprised that her cunt was so slick and welcoming.

“You must have liked your spanking, little girl. I can feel how wet you are.”

Usually nothing a john said could get her motor running. She could fuck all day without becoming aroused. She could make up a grocery list in her head while pretending to have the time of her life. But there was something about this man’s tone that awakened a place inside her. A place she wasn’t familiar with.

She nodded, and this time he let that suffice as an answer.

Fucking her with one finger, then two, he pressed his thumb inside her asshole. Discomfort followed by unfiltered ecstasy overtook her, and Marley gave in to the experience. Why hold back? What was the point? She was here to get fucked; she might as well enjoy it.

Writhing on his lap, she could smell her own desire in the air. She wanted to burst, she was so filled with passion.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” he ordered her.

Dizzy, she took care not to fall over as she hurriedly pulled her dress over her head and removed her panties.

As she stood before him, undressed while he was completely clothed, the heat of the moment sunk in. She was vulnerable in a way that went beyond the fact that she was naked and he wasn’t. He took control of her in a way no man ever had. She had interacted with doms before, but never like this. It had never affected her before. There was something about this man, the way he looked at her, the way he commanded her with merely his voice… it struck a chord with her and she wanted to play that chord at full volume.

She wanted him. She couldn’t wait for him to have his way with her. Her cool persona melted away and left her a quaking puddle of unending need.

“Good girl. Now come over here and turn your back to me so I may bind your hands.”

“Yes, Sir.” She practically tripped over herself scurrying to comply. Putting her hands behind her, she eagerly awaited his tying her wrists.

Soft, silky rope passed over her wrists as he secured her hands at the base of her spine.

“Nicely done. Now bend forward at the waist so that I may inspect you.”

As she leaned over, she realized she should have been humiliated by this request, but instead she felt her pussy lips and clit swell with her arousal. Her body felt as though it was on fire, and she thought she’d explode if he didn’t touch her soon.

He must have meant a visual inspection because he didn’t touch her. Not yet.

Circling around, he lifted her chin, raising her back to a standing position. A wicked gleam in his eye, he pulled out some frightening-looking nipple clamps. Without saying a word, he flicked her nipples, one at a time, with his index finger, transforming them into hard little nubs. He watched her face as he toyed with them.

She knew to keep eye contact with him, but what he was doing to her was so toe-curlingly delicious, she had to struggle not to close her eyes and get lost in the sensation.

“That’s right. Keep your eyes up here. Now I’m going to clip these onto your nipples. They will hurt at first. Try not to scream.” He stared at her as though she was catnip and he was a rollicking tomcat.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

One clip fastened around her left nipple. Sweet agony shot up into her chest. Gritting her teeth, she let out a yowl.

“Easy does it. One more,” he said as he attached the other one to her right nipple.

“Oooh, hoo, hoo!” Marley cried out and tried to breathe deeply.

He lifted her chin and captured her lips with his. He held her face in his hands, burying his tongue in her mouth. With her hands bound, Marley was helpless to return his embrace, but she answered the call of his tongue, entering her own into the dance.

When he let her go, she tottered on her feet, woozy with lust. “Kneel,” he told her.

In a chivalrous gesture, he held her arm so that she did not fall trying to get into a kneeling position with no hands to aid her. He laid a pillow on the floor in front of her.

Grabbing what looked like a riding crop off the mantel, he swatted her on the rear with it. “Head down, ass in the air.”

Marley tipped herself forward, knees spread wide for balance. Her pulse erratic and her pussy throbbing, she laid her head on the cushy pillow, quivering in anticipation, praying that the rich playboy with the face of a movie star would give her the fucking she now craved so desperately.

* * *

James LeBlanc looked down at the heart-shaped behind of the adorable girl on the Aubusson rug before him. In his entire life, he had never seen such a delectable ass.

Where had this girl come from?

He knew she wasn’t one of Miss Jay’s girls. Did Milton think he was born yesterday? Or if she was, she was new to the game. This girl was real, not like the vacuous girls who worked for Miss Jay to supplement their allowances so they could buy the latest Birkin bag or yet another pair of Manolo Blahniks. He could tell by how hungry she was, how quickly she devoured her meal. Miss Jay’s girls never ate more than three bites when they came to play with him. Marley’s appetite impressed him in more ways than one.