Daddy Morebucks (5 page)

“Marley, I know I’ve made you mad, but that wasn’t my intention. I like you, and there are some things that are awkward to discuss with someone when you first get to know them.”

She bowed her head. “I’m sorry.” Her face glowed with pure submission.

How did she do that?
This firecracker of a girl went from feisty to demure in less than sixty seconds. He wanted to kiss her in the worst way.

He took her hand and squeezed. “It’s okay. You know, you please me very much.”

“I do?” She scrunched her eyebrows. “I thought I was just a pain in the ass.”

“Oh, you probably are a pain in the ass, but I enjoy your company.”

The smile on her face made his gut tighten. Marley aroused feelings in him that he couldn’t name. He wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her. That beautiful, independent creature that life had dumped on. She acted as though she had life by the tail, but James knew better. He wanted to make things better for her, but as independent as she was, she was bound to resist.

He scratched his head.
How in the world am I going to persuade her?

Chapter Five

What was Daddy Morebucks doing showing up on her doorstep? Did he want to hire her again or was he looking for a freebie?
That’s so not happening.

She was shocked when he offered to help her paint. What was up with that?
People don’t do things for you without expecting something in return.
Then he bought her lunch on top of that.

The way he treated her at lunch was almost the way she’d expect him to treat a date. As the meal went on, she forgot to be so guarded and found herself having a decent time.
Damn those margaritas
.

On the ride back to her place, she cloaked her invisible armor back around her shoulders. “Thanks for lunch. You really don’t have to help me finish painting.”

James reached over and stroked her hair. “Try to stop me.” His gaze was intense, focused. She felt like a wildebeest facing a hungry lion.

Something fluttered in her stomach. Involuntarily, she leaned into his hand that petted her head.

What is it about this guy?
Earlier when he called her doll, her blood had warmed all the way down to her toes. Even though the idea of her being a doll was comical.

Over the next couple of hours, they finished painting. There wasn’t much conversation, but the connection in the air between them was electric. Several times Marley looked over and saw him staring at her.

“Stop it,” she finally said, laughing.

“Stop what?” He feigned innocence, but they both knew he wanted her. Hell, she wanted him too.

“Stop looking at me like that.” She wielded her wet paintbrush in her hand, threatening to flick him with it.

“Like what?” He sidled up to her and took the brush out of her hand, setting it on a tray. When he moved, she caught a glimpse of the muscular physique that lurked beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. The scent of his deodorant mixed with sweat tickled her nose as he came closer.

“Like you’re a tiger and I’m your dinner.” Her voice faltered when he took her face in his hands and kissed her.

The velvety softness of his face and lips told her he must have shaved before coming to see her. That gave her a little thrill. He dipped his tongue between her lips. Surrendering to him, she kissed him back with a ferocity that surprised her.

As quickly as he advanced upon her, he let her go. Raising his eyebrows, he turned away and picked up his paint roller, returning to work.

It took a moment to catch her breath. Gathering herself, she returned to painting too. A bit dizzier, and a bit giddier.

Watching him roll the paint up and down the wall, she swallowed. The sensuous movement sent a shiver through her.

It had been so long since someone had helped her with anything. Not since Paul.

Her brother forced his way into her consciousness every day. She’d see something to remind her of him, or she’d think of a joke they’d shared. When you grew up like they did, you banded together. And they had. Even though she couldn’t count on her mom, she’d always been able to count on her big brother. He sheltered her, made sure she was safe and cared for. As she grew older she had done the same for him. They had each other’s backs.

When he died, he left a hole in her heart so big she wasn’t sure it would ever close.

“Almost done,” James said, jolting her back to the present.

“About time. This was a bigger job than I thought it would be. I’m glad you were here.”

He put the finishing touch on his section, and she did the same on her wall. “Whew! Want a beer?” she asked.

“Sure.” Stretching his arms, he walked over and sat on the edge of the futon.

She took two cold ones out of the fridge and sat down beside him. They each took a long sip. Her body relaxed and she linked her arm with his.

He didn’t seem surprised.
We
have
already been naked together
, she reminded herself.

His eyes met hers. “Marley, I’d really like to play with you today.” There was a raw honesty there she wasn’t accustomed to.

“Okay,” she said reflexively. The heat between them was palpable.
Why am I throwing caution to the wind?

Because
you need to experience life every once in a while instead of always holding back
, a voice inside her answered.

He took her hand. “I need you to be submissive to me. Is that a problem?”

Butterflies took flight in her stomach. She shook her head no.

“Good.” She could tell by his sly grin that he was practically licking his chops with anticipation.

Reclining on the futon, he ordered her in a firm, low voice, “Remove your clothes.”

“Yes, Sir.” His command stirred her sex. She could feel the moisture between her legs as she disrobed.

After months of hooking, Marley was comfortable in the nude. Her body was thin, with smallish breasts, slightly curved at the waist, with an ample behind. She wouldn’t be starring on the cover of any men’s magazines, but she’d never had any complaints.

James observed her, then flipped over onto his back and beckoned her toward him. “Stand here and lean over.”

He lay with his face below her, and she stood at the head of the futon, bent so her tits dangled in his face.

“Good girl.”

Reaching up with both hands, he fondled her breasts. Her nipples hardened at his first touch. He flicked and pinched them between his fingers. A groan escaped her lips.

He worked her little buds, pulling and twisting them. Her breathing grew heavier, the sensations so heavenly she thought she’d lose her mind.

Pulling her by the nipples, he brought her face down to his. Obeying his silent command, she leaned down and met his lips for an upside-down kiss.

She’d never kissed this way before. His tongue in her mouth was foreign, curving against hers instead of with it. It was softer and more insistent at the same time. He was delicious, tasting of barley and hops. Covering his mouth with hers, she couldn’t get enough.

The more intently she kissed him back, the rougher he played with her. She moaned into his mouth over and over again.

Overcome with lust, she reached down and pressed her hand against the large bulge in his shorts. She squeezed the sides and rubbed the length of his erection over the fabric of his shorts.

He gripped her wrist with a growl and removed her hand. “My dear, you need permission to touch me.”

What the fuck? Clearly he was enjoying it. Why did he have to do that?

He rose from the makeshift bed. “Change places with me. Lie down. Legs down here,” he said, pointing at the edge of the bed.

She didn’t like being reprimanded and it must have shown on her face because he said, “You will learn. I can be more lenient on you because you are new at this, but you must gain an understanding of my rules. Do not touch me sexually unless you have been given permission. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Please answer with ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘No, Sir.’”

Her face felt hot. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s better. Lay back and spread your legs for me. Arms by your sides.”

It felt so naughty to lie there and keep her legs apart. Extremely vulnerable. The sheer immodesty and boldness of opening her sex to him for whatever purpose he had in mind made her feel like the sexiest woman alive.

He crossed the room to the paint supplies and returned with one of the wooden paint stirrers that hadn’t been used. Lightly, he tapped her breast with it.

Marley stretched like a cat, purring in sensual delight.

He rapped her on her bosom with the stick; staccato blows stung her skin, bringing it to life.

Try as she did to hold back, a whimper crept from her lips as her body absorbed the smacks.

He moved to her legs, swatting her inner thighs, his face intensely focused on the task.

It tingled. Smarted more than it actually hurt. The stick hit up the inside of one leg, conspicuously passing over her sex, before travelling down the other leg. Each time he missed her mound she arched her back, straining, beseeching him to hit her there.

Tapping her cunt, he asked, “Is this what you want?”

Biting her lip, she nodded.

He hit her pussy lips harder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear that.”

“Yes, Sir!” she screeched.

Her skin beaded with a light film of sweat. The combination of pleasure and pain he elicited in her was intoxicating.

He inserted one, then two fingers into her aching channel. He fucked her hard with merciless thrusts, while she writhed underneath him.

More swats up and down her inner thigh, teasing her hungry pussy. Finally he landed a blow to her sweet spot, making her jerk and wiggle like crazy.

“You will learn to be still and take this like a good sub,” he said.

Marley couldn’t imagine being still for this. Her body trembled with lust, needing him to fill her, to make her come.

“Yes, Sir. Sir, will you please fuck me now? Please!” Every nerve ending in her body pulsed. Adrenaline coursed through her. She was laid bare before him, quaking with desire, and she didn’t care if she had to beg. She didn’t care about anything except having him inside her.

“I think I will have you fuck me, my little doll.” He set down the improvised toy, rolled a condom onto his erection, and lay down next to her. “Get on top of me.”

Marley usually hated to be on top. When she was working, she’d always wanted the john to do all the work. It was bad enough she had to even be involved; the less energy she had to expend the better. But this was different. Her lust for James consumed her. She would gladly climb on top of this incredibly gorgeous man who had worked her into such a wanton state.

She straddled him, grinding her pubis against his hard cock. Rubbing his length against her clit made her want to come. She looked to him for direction.

“No, don’t you dare come yet.”

“Yes, Sir.” She glided back and forth over the tip of his penis with her cunt.

“Take my cock inside you.”

Greedily she swallowed him up inside her. Slippery as an eel, she raised and lowered herself onto him. She prepared to set the pace, her arms on either side of his head, bracing herself.

He caught her breasts in both hands, squeezed them together, and pulled them into his mouth. His tongue caressed her sensitive tips, sending a luscious wave of pleasure through her whole body.

The nip of his teeth jolted her. He bit down, gnawing at both nipples at the same time, one in each corner of his mouth. Pain mixed with ecstasy enveloped her. She was caught in that position, her breasts locked down, held captive by his strong jaw. All her senses intensified, and she fucked him harder.

A slap landed on her ass, making her cry out. He slapped her again and bit down harder. Her hips ground down against his, fucking him with a desperation intensified by her plight.

Repeated blows rained down on her ass. She was his prisoner, his fucktoy. He ran his tongue over her tight little nubs and then bit down gently, sending her over the edge.

As she climaxed she kept riding him, not daring to stop even when the reverberations had stopped.

He let her tits go, then took both her wrists in one hand, holding them tightly, pushing her to sit up straight atop him.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” he said, pumping his hips into her. His upward thrusts hit her g-spot time and time again. She was limp as a rag doll, her legs wobbly, unable to keep up with him.

“Be still, doll.” She forced herself to hold still and he sent his hips driving into her at such a frantic pace she could only hold on so as not to fall off him.

He held her wrists clasped in front of her. Pushing down on her shoulder with his other hand, he fucked her like a stallion.

With a final burst, he jetted into her with long strokes.

When he let her go, Marley collapsed into his arms, stretching her legs out beside him.

“You were a very good girl.” He played with her hair and held her close. “I like playing with you.”

“Thank you, Sir.” It felt so good to be snuggled up, safe in his arms. Lying there in contented bliss, Marley couldn’t remember the last time she felt so peaceful.

“Marley, Marley, Marley, what am I going to do with you?” he asked, kissing her forehead.

Truthfully, she answered, “I have absolutely no idea.”

Chapter Six

Her feet were killing her. She’d bought some new, serviceable shoes for her waitressing job. Hopefully, they would help her breeze through eight-hour shifts, but so far they’d only given her blisters.

Marley stopped along the sidewalk and rubbed her sore heel. Broken pieces of cement and debris littered the grass along the path. Rundown buildings loitered on both sides of her. The seedy neighborhood was sparsely lit with streetlights.

Just a few more blocks. Then I can soak in a steaming tub
.

Trudging along, her mind drifted to James. He was on her mind a lot these days. Why did he come over and help her paint that day? Was it for the sex? They did have good sex, but part of her dared to dream there was more to it.