A Taste of Millionaire Daddy

When he simply lifts his chin and says, “Come here, little girl. Daddy has something for you.” Does that make you sizzle, creating a wet wave of heat? Mmm…  We all know some of the most unconventional romances can be even more…passionate. Do you crave a firm hand? Do you long for a dominating man? Will a hard spanking resolve you of your sins? All these questions are far too tempting. I know my answer.

A sexy story came to me in the middle of the night and as with all my stories, a bit off themillionairedaddy_full cuff. No pun intended. Imagine craving stern discipline so much so that you’ll do anything to get it. That’s the premise of Millionaire Daddy, releasing tomorrow from Stormy Night Publications. I think you’ll enjoy a tempting taste…

MILLIONAIRE DADDY

Her master’s cock had been hard as a rock. Jenna would never forget the way his shaft throbbed, thumping against her belly as he spanked her. She’d wanted nothing more than to slide onto her knees, releasing his dick and sucking him dry. Wasn’t that a quaint addition? She rolled her eyes as she fastened her skirt. Why had she panicked, racing out of his house? Think about something else.

Wear something special.Well, this outfit should do it. She glanced at the perfectly pressed white shirt and the checkered short skirt and giggled. She’d ordered the damn outfit from Amazon, terrified she’d look like an idiot. She had to admit, with her hair in pigtails, she resembled the schoolgirl look more than she cared to admit. At least this would make certain to draw the line in the sand. They were just an arrangement. Nothing more.

She twirled and pouted like a teenager, holding the stance. Then she fell against the dresser, smacking her hand on top. Who did she actually think she was kidding? She’d fantasized about the man for so many hours, she’d lost track of the days. Everything about her spanking had left her… well, in panic mode for a solid day, finally accepting that she had feelings for him. For the man who had spanked her to the point she’d had trouble sitting for a solid day. Not good in any manner.

Frowning at her reflection, she twisted and lifted her skirt. The very white baby doll panties might be a bit too much, but she was determined to go through with this, one way or another. Pulling on the elastic, she rubbed her hand across her ass cheeks, no longer able to see any red marks. Damn. Well, she’d have more after this evening. After the spanking, she’d realized that she did indeed crave not only his firm hand, but his authority in the way that he required her to follow his rules.

Not being allowed to come had been the worst. She huffed and eased her panties back into position, smoothing down her skirt before hiking up her socks. Well, the look was going to have to do. If she didn’t leave now, she would be late, and she didn’t want to risk even harsher punishment.

“Here goes nothing.” She had to keep her hormones squashed. Snickering as she walked out the door, she caught the eye of more than one of her neighbors. “Shit.” Another curse word. The list was growing longer.

The drive was filled with the same apprehension, but this time her emotions were complex. She felt like a student with a huge crush on her teacher, bending over his desk for a whipping with a wooden ruler. Her panties were already damp from the thought of seeing him again. Adding the naughty image into her mind only proved to make her nipples hard.

She was behind three cars as she pulled into Reed’s Landing and slid down in the seat as she made her way to the guard house. She had to look ridiculous. Breathe, girl. You can do this.The same guard was on duty and she regretted her choice in outfits. “Hi, I’m—”

“Mr. Asbury is expecting you, Ms. Parker,” he said, smiling. “Have a lovely evening.”

Why was he being extra nice to her? Mr. Asbury must have called ahead. The power the man must wield. She trembled at the thought. There was no hesitation this time as she pulled down his long driveway, but she did study her makeup in the rearview mirror before easing out of the car. She knocked on the door and held herself with confidence, keeping her legs together, her hands in front of her. A prim and proper baby girl.

Master Dominick opened the door, his eyes widening as he gazed down the length of her. “I must admit, I approve, young lady. Come in.”

“Thank you, Sir.” There was no noticeable lust in his eyes, only a slight admiration for the way she was dressed. Maybe she’d been wrong about his earlier reaction. Business arrangement only. He was dressed in another crisp shirt and vivid tie, the deep turquoise matching his eyes almost perfectly. She couldn’t help but take a gander at his muscular chest inching into a carved waist and those legs. Whew. He had the longest legs. Even the throat plus chokerdimple in his chin was alluring, creating a wave of heat between her legs. She took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of his exotic cologne, the fragrance of musk and something woodsy. She also gathered a whiff of her feminine wiles and squeezed her buttocks, as if the action would prevent him from gathering her scent.

“I’ll be with you in a few minutes.” He walked away without issuing any additional commands.

Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Sighing, she was almost disappointed, but what did she expect? His earlier reaction had been based on her naked body, not because of the woman inside. She undressed and deposited her clothes, noticing the duffle was already waiting for his selection, positioned by the desk. She walked toward the corner, less apprehensive than the time before. When she placed her hands by her sides, she almost immediately moved to reflect on her behavior the last few days. In truth, she’d been much calmer, more focused than she’d ever been. How ironic.

The time spent standing in the corner seemed to go by quickly and when she heard his footsteps, she clenched her buttocks again, holding her breath.

“You seem far more relaxed than you did before. I’m glad. The discipline is already working,” he said with quiet reservation.

“Yes, Sir. I feel good.” She turned, feeling more sheepish than she had before. His eyes darted quickly away, a slight redness creeping up along his cheeks, which made her completely self-conscious. He’d changed in the limited time he’d been away, now wearing a pair of jeans and a Henley shirt in the same vibrant hue. What if he kissed her? What if he took her into his arms? She fought a moan from the thought alone, her nipples now aching, longing to be plucked and twisted. A brief image of her daddy sucking on her nipples floated into her mind. No. No. This wasn’t possible.

“Excellent.” He grabbed the bag, placing it on the same spot on the desk. He didn’t look in her direction as he unzipped the duffle, rummaging through.

The tension between them was entirely different but palpable, leaving her uncertain of her reason for being there. “I sent you the list, Sir. Did you have a chance to read my infractions?”

“I did. Seems you were a better girl in the past few days, although your mouth is rather caustic.” He grinned as he issued the words, yet still kept his gaze in another direction.

But his voice was strained.

What do you think? Would you heed his demands? 

Love and spanks…

Piper

 

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