His bulbous head continued to push against her throat, demanding she accept him. She’d never once had a man push into her throat, never imagined they’d be able to, but there was nothing she could do to avoid her daddy’s entry. He held himself still until she began to panic, pushing against his legs.
“No,” he said sternly, not pulling back until she relaxed her hands. He retreated a bit, teaching her that she could breathe shallowly with her mouth full of him and then withdrew completely, his cock slick with her saliva as she gulped large lungfuls of air.
“What was that naughty word you said?”
God, she didn’t want to say it… not now when she knew that doing so would earn her his cock cutting off her very breath. She shook her head, her eyes pleading not to have to answer and yet he arched his eyebrow and waited.
“Fu-fuck,” she whispered. “But, I’m sorry! I won’t ever say it again, I swear!”
“I never want to hear that word out of you unless we are in bed and it is said in passion. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so sorry.”
He nodded, his hand stroking up and down his impossible length. “Open.”
With a whimper, she licked her lips and, like the good girl she was so trying to be, she opened her mouth wide and he began again.
Jane had no idea how long she was on her knees. She only knew that her world consisted of nothing but her daddy’s cock. She gagged, her stomach rebelled, her lungs complained, and yet he didn’t stop until with a final few, deep thrusts, he pulled back a fraction.
“Every drop,” he said a moment before his cock jerked, sending a flood of his seed into her mouth and down her throat. It was far too much for her to accept even though she tried, swallowing convulsively, but still some of his cum slipped from her lips.
“Suck and clean me.”
She obeyed, her tongue swirling around his cock, licking up his shaft and across the head that had battered the back of her throat.
“Open,” he said.
When she obeyed, he withdrew his cock and for some unfathomable reason, she instantly missed having it commanding her, controlling her, dominating her. When he swiped a finger across her chin and then presented a bit of semen she’d missed to her lips, she instantly opened her mouth wide, her tongue darting out to accept the gift.
“Such a good girl,” he said, the praise warming her. Her throat ached, her ass throbbed, but when he reached to pull her up, settling her on his lap, she couldn’t think of a single place she’d rather be.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I know, baby girl, but it’s over. You did very well in accepting your punishment. All is forgiven and you have a clean slate. I’m proud of you, Janie.”
“You are?”
“Yes, little one. The question is, are you ever going to say you don’t want to be here, doing this, having me as your daddy?”
She shook her head. “I’d rather learn to suck you for pleasure than have you wash my mouth out again,” she said, her face heating as she tried to picture how she must have looked. “But, I can’t imagine not having you as my daddy.”
He hugged her hard, bending to kiss her, shocking her that he didn’t seem to care that his scent had to be on her lips, his seed still coating the mouth that his tongue was now sweeping. His hand patted against the welts he’d placed on her bottom, and she knew that every word she’d spoken was the truth. Breaking the kiss, he gave her another hug and then said, “I promised Dr. Harper to make sure you receive proper nutrition. How about some breakfast?”
“Do we have to go out? I’d rather stay here with you, Daddy.”
He smiled and gave her bottom another pat. “Let’s go see what I can whip up in the kitchen.”
Jane grinned and squirmed a bit at the word ‘whip’. “I’d love to cook breakfast for you, Daddy.”
He shook his head. “Daddy is supposed to take care of you, little one, not the other way around.”
“But I love to cook. I’ve been saving to go to culinary school and it would be good practice. Please, Daddy?”
Her daddy lifted her up and onto her feet. “How about we cook together?”
“Yes!”
“All right then, let’s get you dressed and raid the kitchen.”
She was a bit surprised when he had to stoop down to pick up her panties as she’d had no idea they’d come off, most likely when she’d been kicking during her whipping. As she lifted her feet to step into them and he pulled them up her legs, she blushed, hoping he wouldn’t realize how wet she was. She’d been being punished and was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to be aroused.
When his hand cupped her sex, his finger stroking over her clit, she moaned.
“You’re a very wet little girl, aren’t you?”
“Ye-yes, sir, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he said, giving her cunny a pat before removing his hand to finish pulling her panties over her bottom. “It makes Daddy happy to know that his little one is ready for him even when her bottom has been set on fire.”
“Oh,” she managed, wishing he’d do something about the other fire just being with him kindled, but remembered what he’d said about not allowing pleasure after a punishment. Taking his hand, she knew she’d gladly give up an entire pot of coffee if only he’d lift the ban and allow her to feel her daddy filling her pussy with his cock as he’d done her mouth.
Chapter Twelve
The kitchen was a chef’s dream come true. Stainless steel appliances gleamed amid black countertops, weathered gray planks covered the floor and a pattern of gray, white, and red tiles of the backsplash beneath pristine white cabinets gave the entire room a clean and welcoming feel. Janie had practically swooned at the sight of a professional grade coffee machine, clapping her hands and bouncing on the balls of her feet as he loaded it with beans. The aroma as they ground with a push of a button had her inhaling deeply.
“You really are a coffee addict, aren’t you?” Sawyer teased.
“Guilty as charged,” she admitted. Tearing her eyes away from the liquid dripping into the carafe, she smiled up at him. “Your kitchen is awesome. I’d never want to go out when I could cook right here.”
Unhooking a gleaming copper skillet from the rack above the six-burner range, he grinned. “I’ll confess that while I can throw a simple meal together, I usually leave all the cooking to Mrs. West.” Setting the pan down, he continued, “And, if I hadn’t gone out, I wouldn’t have found you. Now, how about omelets?”
Coffee forgotten, she had frozen the moment he mentioned Mrs. West. He had a driver, a doorman who greeted him by name, lived in a building that bore his name on the outside. Of course he’d have a cook. No man as successful and busy as he would do his own cooking and cleaning. Was someone else in the apartment with them? She’d not yet seen the whole apartment but knew it had to be huge as it took up the entire top floor of the building.
“Janie? What’s wrong? You don’t like omelets?”
“Did they hear you whipping me?” she asked, her hands going behind her as if to hide the evidence of her punishment. “Oh, God, did they see me… me sucking your… your cock?” Her hands flew to her mouth, her chest tightening at the thought of her intimate, humiliating discipline being witnessed by strangers.
Sawyer had her pulled to him before she finished her question, one arm wrapped around her, his free hand cupping her chin, tilting her head back so that she had to meet his gaze. “Breathe, Janie. Just breathe. I’ve got you.” Taking deep breaths himself, he continued to speak softly, soothingly until she managed to drag in a deep lungful of air and release it in a shuddering exhale. After she’d taken another, he said, “No one is here besides us.”
“Thank… thank God,” she gasped, only to feel her breath stick in her throat when he continued.
“That’s not to say that someday someone on my staff won’t be in the apartment when we are. Mrs. West is both my cook and housekeeper and is here every day at some point. Honey, breathe. I promise you that you have nothing to worry about.”
“You… you can’t do that again. Not where someone could see,” she said, attempting to shake her head but only able to make a small movement as he still held her chin. “I’d die if someone knew what… what we did.”
“No, little one, you won’t die. And neither do you need to fret. My staff has been vetted, and I do not hire anyone who doesn’t have an understanding about the dynamic in which I live my life. And while I will never do anything to purposely cause you embarrassment, I will not guarantee that won’t happen. Every room in this place belongs to me. Every piece of furniture.” He paused and before she knew it, she found herself being lifted and set onto the counter of the huge island. “Every countertop, every surface, and, little one, if I want to push up your skirt and take off your panties, they’ll come off.” Yanking her skirt from beneath her bottom, he pushed it up before reaching to pull those very panties down her legs, tossing them to the floor. “If I want to spread your legs, they’ll be spread.” Large hands guided her legs apart, fingers stroking her inner thighs.