Daddy Morebucks (11 page)

Next she slipped into a deep green beaded cocktail dress with three-quarter sleeves. It reminded him of the panties they’d purchased earlier.

“It matches your eyes. It was made for you,” Beverly enthused.

“We’re almost through, Daddy,” Marley said.

“Oh, Beverly, she needs a new bag, too. Can you show us some choices?”

“Sure. Be right back.” Beverly scurried to the back.

“Come sit in Daddy’s lap.” James sat down and patted his legs.

“Yes, Sir.” She sidled over and settled herself onto his waiting lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him on the mouth, then let her lips travel to his neck. Nibbling on his ear, she whispered, “Thank you, Daddy. You’re so good to me, so generous.”

“Marley, this is the least I can do for you. You give yourself to me so completely. It makes me want to always be this good to you. Makes me want to spoil you rotten.” He spanked her bottom playfully.

She giggled. “Can’t argue with that.”

Holding her in his arms, he felt centered, content. His mind filled with peace. Taking care of her made him feel whole. He nipped at her lips, found her tongue with his.

Beverly cleared her throat, and Marley stood up. “Oh, those are fabulous. Daddy, are you sure we can get all this?”

He nodded. “Whatever you want, doll.”

She chose a black Gucci shoulder bag. Elegant and casual, it complemented the rest of her selections perfectly. The three of them decided that Marley should wear the last outfit home.

A black leather jacket with a hint of a peplum and white and black plaid wool skirt. The transformation was significant. Marley looked more sophisticated than he’d ever seen her. With her hair pulled back into a long ponytail and her new sunglasses on, he hardly recognized her.

He noticed she wore the boots he favored. It sent a shiver down his spine. His pulse raced.
I need to get her alone
.

Aloud he said, “Here, Beverly. This ought to take care of everything.” He handed Beverly a credit card, and she hustled away with the heaping armload of garments Marley had amassed.

Standing up, he pulled Marley into his arms, asking, “Is my baby hungry yet?”

She nodded.

Since they were alone again, he let his hands drift down to her ample ass. He leaned in for a kiss; her lips parted, ready for him. God, he could kiss her all day long.

Beverly interrupted their embrace when she discreetly placed a padded folio and pen upon the table. With a flourish of a pen, James took care of the five-figure bill he and Marley had rung up. What good was money if you had no one to spend it on?

He arranged with Beverly to have someone deliver their purchases to his address. There wasn’t room in his car for all of their boxes and bags. Marley and James thanked her for her time, and they set off for an early dinner.

Chapter Ten

After discovering they both loved Italian food, James decided to take Marley to Maggiano’s Little Italy. Even though the restaurant was in a mall, white linens covered the tables and the service was impeccable. Marley raised an eyebrow when he ordered a bottle of wine. She’d already had champagne that afternoon.

“I’ll watch you. I won’t let you get too drunk,” he told her, flaring his nostrils.

“Okay, Daddy.”

She balked when he ordered calamari as an appetizer. “Isn’t that squid?” she asked.

“Yes. Sometimes I may ask you to try new things…” He placed his hand over hers, giving her a knowing glance.

“Yes, Sir.”

Marley’s behavior had been exemplary so far.
She’s going to deserve a reward once we get home
. The wheels in his brain turned over one another as he conjured up new ways he could take advantage of her enticing charms.

He ordered the rustic chicken and shrimp for himself and the lobster carbonara for her.

“Thank you, Daddy. I don’t get a chance to eat lobster very often.” Her face glowed in anticipation of such a treat.

“You’re welcome, doll. I hope you enjoy it. Now, there are a few things I’d like to talk with you about.”

Her face grew serious. “Did I do something wrong? Did I pick out too much stuff? Because if I did, you can take it back.” She chewed on her bottom lip.

“No, Marley. Nothing like that. All of the things you picked out today are yours. We’re not going to take them back. I just wanted to talk to you about some of the rules and the way we do things at home.”

“Oh.” She breathed deeply. “Okay.”

“I’m not sure how much you know about being a sub or how familiar you are with the lifestyle.”

She shrugged and set the piece of bread she was eating down on her plate.

“Well, everyone does things differently. Some doms would have you greet them naked at the door every day on your hands and knees, wearing a collar.”

She looked shocked, but she remained silent.

“But that’s not how I am. I don’t think either one of us wants you to open the door like that to Stan or Milton. It wouldn’t do for us to become known as the kinkiest couple in the building. I like to operate with more discretion than that.”

Her head bobbed in agreement. “What about a collar? You haven’t put one of those on me yet.”

“It’s not a big thing for me to drag you around by a leash.” The corner of his mouth curled. “However, I
would
like to see you crawl around on all fours for me.”

Her cheeks turned crimson. “Daddy!” She looked around to see if anyone else could hear their conversation.

Chuckling, he continued, “I expect you to do certain chores around the house. I’ll make you a list. I have a housekeeper who comes to clean weekly and a service to do my laundry. They can do yours as well. But I do ask that you pick up after yourself, keep things tidy, and wash your dishes.”

“No problem. I’m used to doing a lot more than that!”

“Good. Some days I will give you other tasks to do, and I will expect you to do them or risk punishment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Also, while we were shopping, a friend of mine called. His fiancé wants to meet you. In fact, several of the girls I know want to meet you. Sloane, too. The designer who knows Beverly.”

“Really? I don’t know.” She fidgeted in her chair.

“As much as I like having you all to myself, it would be great if you could make some friends. And these girls are subs, like you. They can help show you the ropes.”

“Show me the ropes?” she repeated, skepticism storming her face.

“Okay, offering you support. They have a sort of club. They call it the Daddy’s Little Girls club.”

Marley stared, agape. “For real?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I guess they sit around and talk about their daddies and gossip, same as any other women.”

“Only they all have daddies?”

“Well, maybe not all, but they’re all subs who like being taken care of, who like daddy-type doms. I suppose some of them might be between daddies…”

The calamari arrived at the table. She waited for him to begin eating. He dipped a piece in the marinara sauce and popped it into his mouth. She followed suit.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s pretty good. Kinda chewy, but the flavor is good.”

“See? Daddy can teach you new things.” He smiled, dipped another, then inserted it into her waiting mouth. She closed her eyes as she chewed, savoring it. Damn, he loved her like that—eyes shut, overtaken by pleasure. He felt his cock harden.

“So what should I do about these girls again?”

“I’ll give you Kimberly’s number. Give her a call. I think they’re having lunch next week. Just go and see what you think. If you don’t like it, that’s okay. I suspect it would be nice for you to have some friends that understand what you’re into, what it’s like to be in a relationship like ours.”

“Okay, but what about what I used to do… Do they know about that?”

“No. Marley, the only people who know about that are me and Milton. And he’s sworn to secrecy. Besides, things are different now. That’s in the past. You’re with me.” He reached across the table and clasped her hand in his. “Those days are behind you.”

Gratitude shone in her eyes. “Thanks, Daddy.”

Her words only aroused him more. That adoring face calling him daddy made him want to take her right there.

“Something else I want you to consider. Have you thought about enrolling in school? Going to college?”

She convulsed with laughter. “Um, no. How would I pay for it? I’ve always had to work.” She gazed up at the ceiling. “Always.”

“Well, you don’t have to work now. You need something to keep you busy, and I find that people with a purpose are much happier than those who have no direction. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I never thought of that… a purpose? What kind of purpose do you mean?”

“Well, what are you good at? What gets you excited?”

She giggled.

He smirked and forced himself to push aside a visual image of her consumed by passion. “You know what I mean, you little vixen.”

More giggles. “Yes, I do. And I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve had to get whatever job I could for as long as I remember.”

“What about your mom?”

“What about her? She’s always drunk on the couch. Couldn’t hold down a job for more than a week. Paul and I always took care of things once we got old enough.”

“Oh, Marley. I’m sorry. It doesn’t sound like you had much of a childhood.”

“Nope.” She agreed.

How does she do that? Refuse to feel sorry for herself. So many people would be bitter and angry if they’d been given that lot in life. But not Marley. The girl forged ahead and triumphed over whatever obstacles got in her way. You had to admire that
.

“Even if you don’t know what you want to do, it would be good for you to start taking classes. Basic courses can count toward any degree. I’ll have Milton bring over a laptop and you can start researching. Figure out what you want to do.”

“Okay.”

“Unless you have any other ideas…?”

“No, I’m good.” She winked at him.

The server brought their entrees. The food smelled divine. He watched as Marley dove into her meal the way she dove into everything—with abandon.

* * *

They fell through the doorway, exploring, groping, kissing. Their bodies writhed with the need to become one. An urgency filled Marley as she staggered to untangle herself from James in order to remove her coat.

“Take off your clothes, all of them, right here,” he ordered.

Never taking her eyes from his, she slowly and deliberately disrobed right there in the foyer.

“Kneel and unfasten my pants,” he commanded.

Kicking the pile of clothes to the side, she knelt down in front on him. Breathing in his musky scent, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.

Clearing the opening of his boxers, his rock-hard cock sprung out of his pants. She bent to take it in her mouth, then paused.

“Daddy, may I please suck your cock?”

“Yes, you may. And what a good girl for asking.” He patted her head, then curled his fingers into her hair, controlling her.

A warm tingle ran down her legs. His praise never failed to arouse her.

She licked up and down his shaft before swallowing him deep inside her mouth. He forced her head back and forth on his rod, hitting the back of her throat with each motion. She took a breath when he pulled back and focused on the wetness between her legs to keep herself from choking.

“Such a good little cocksucker for Daddy.” He reached down and pinched her nipple, twisted it.

He muffled her squeal with the cock in her throat.

He pulled out, moved over to one of the couches in the living room, and removed his pants. “Come over here.” He crooked his finger, coaxing her.

She began to stand up, but he stopped her. “No, no, no. Crawl. I want to see you crawl over here to me. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”

Crawl? Oh Lord, this is awkward. Creeping across the floor on her hands and knees felt funny at first, vulnerable.

“Good girl,” he said encouragingly.

Relaxing more with each move, she embraced the posture, her position. She trusted him. Wanted to please him, and in some ways it was freeing to follow his orders, to let him control the situation.

She crawled the last few inches slowly, watching him. His eyes were glued to hers. “You are so beautiful, Marley. Do you know that?”

She shook her head and knelt in front of him.

“Sit back,” he told her.

His cock preceded him as he leaned forward over her. “Open your mouth.”

Parting her lips, she waited for him to shove it inside her waiting hole.

Instead she felt the rap of his erection on her cheek.

Thud! Thud! Thud! It hit her face in rapid succession. She melted under the onslaught. Her cunt throbbed. Her nipples begged for attention. A whimper rose from within.

“Do you like that?” He grabbed her hair and tugged. “Does my little whore like to be dick slapped?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whined, her breath coming fast.

He assailed her once again, thumping across her face. Opening her mouth, she tried to catch it; she wanted him in her mouth. Wanted to suck him dry. Wanted him to come all over her.

“Please come on my face, Daddy,” she rasped in a hushed whisper.

He planted his pole in her eager mouth.

She curled her lips around it, suckling him with great aplomb.

“You want me to come on your face?”

She nodded, water forming in her eyes as she worked his cock. Her mouth drooled their combined juices.

“Lie back.” She unfolded her legs and lay on her back. He straddled her face, re-entered her throat, thrusting in and out until he withdrew and stroked himself, his seed spraying her lips and chin.

She opened her lips wide to taste his cum. The bitter saltiness on her tongue made her shiver as she swallowed it. She licked the sides of her mouth.

He presented her with his half-mast erection. “Clean Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”

She obediently lapped up the remaining cum.

“Good girl.” Sliding down beside her, he cupped her face and kissed her.