Secret Daddy(20)

“Any more damage?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I put the axe down and walked across to the back door, picking up the parcel and handing it to her, letting my fingers rest on her hands as I did so, watching her eyes widen.

“What’s this?”

“I have a proposition for you, little princess. I will give consent for you to perform my play if you consent to come with me to my club for one night with no rules.” I had no intention of giving her the permission. Once the night was over, I would rescind the offer but she didn’t know that.

She looked quizzically up at me. “What do you mean? What club?”

“It is a club for people with certain needs. I need to dominate. You need to submit. Do that for one night with me and the consent to put on the play is yours.”

“What’s in this?” she asked, looking down at the parcel.

“Open it if you decide to come with me. Now go home and think about it. One night. No rules. Anything could happen there, little princess. Anything at all.”

I took her shoulders and turned her round, pushing her away. She started walking slowly, the parcel in her arms. She no doubt had countless questions but they could all wait. Most of them would be answered if she said yes. If she said no, then she wasn’t the person I thought she was. She was a submissive little girl though, that couldn’t be faked, it couldn’t be acted. She wanted me to tell her what to do, to take the pressure off her.

All the subs were the same. They’d been brought up to be demure, to be modest, not to have desires, told that any desires they did have were wrong. But human nature can’t be denied. No wonder they got confused. All they needed was someone like me, someone to tell them it was okay to have desires, to have needs, to want to be fucked. As I looked at my little princess walking away, I grinned. The fly was well and truly in the spider’s web.





FIFTEEN



DONNA

I managed to resist opening the parcel until the next morning. I’ve no idea how. It sat at the end of my bed, burning a hole in it as I tried to sleep. I’d come home with my body aching for him. One night, no rules. The words kept bouncing round my head. If I agreed to it, he’d be able to do whatever he wanted to me and I wanted him to do so many things to me. He’d already spanked me. I’d had my ass on display, his hand smacking down on it, treating me like the bad girl I was.

And I was a bad girl, I knew it. I’d broken his rules, I’d yearned for him, I’d wanted him to fuck me. These were bad thoughts. I shouldn’t think these things of a man who made me call him Daddy. I was his little princess, not his little slut. I wasn’t supposed to want to be spanked. I wasn’t supposed to need his hand on my ass.

He’d felt between my legs too. It was only for the briefest of seconds but he must have felt how wet I was. So why hadn’t he done anything? I would have let him do anything to me. I was too lost in desire to resist him any longer. But no rules. What did no rules mean? What if he hurt me? Some of the things I’d seen in that magazine of his were far stronger than just spankings. Could I handle a caning? A whipping? What would a man like that do to me? An expert in such things. You didn’t join a club that allowed no rules without being an expert.

I lay in bed that night after he’d spanked me over the coffee table, my hand between my legs, stroking my soaking wet pussy, thinking about him looming over me, watching me masturbate. He’d stare at me, wanting me to display myself for him. It sparked the inner exhibitionist in me. I pulled away the covers, glad for once that I had no curtains yet.

I walked downstairs naked, going into the living room and sitting on the sofa. It was late, there wasn’t likely to be anyone walking by outside. But still it was exciting to spread my legs, close my eyes and picture him out there watching. I pulled my lips apart, lifting my knees to expose my ass at the same time. Sliding a finger into me, I explored myself, stroking my clit with my other hand, occasionally tugging at my nipples, groping my breasts, my eyes still tightly shut.

Anyone could be out there. Anyone walking past would see the light on in here, see me naked on my sofa, two fingers now inside myself, thrusting back and forth. If he was there, would he be angry? Furious that his little girl was fucking herself in full public view? He’d spank me for it, he’d redden my ass, leave it stinging like he had done at his house. Then he wouldn’t be able to resist me. He’d fuck me like I was fucking myself.

I felt an orgasm building inside me and I slowed down, teasing myself, waiting until it had faded before stroking faster. Time and again, I let it build then forced myself to slow down, trying to maintain control, not wanting this to end too soon. I had no idea how long I was there but my hands were soaking wet by the time I finally allowed my climax to hit me. It struck me with so much force, I almost fell off the sofa, my pussy contracting around my fingers, my mouth open in a silent moan, my mind filled with thoughts of his cock in there, his cock making me come, filling me completely, grinding into me, his mouth on mine, his lips pressing against my face, my neck, my body.