Desiring the Forbidden (6 page)

And right now, he needed to get her out of this bedroom and onto the couch to watch a movie. Cuddling his new little girl.

She lifted each foot from the bunched material. “That’s a girl. Now, you’re all set. Let’s go watch some television before bedtime.”

Cade walked her to the living room, turning on one of the pay channels, covering her with a blanket. “Daddy will make some popcorn. Here’s the remote. You find a chick flick movie you want. I’ll watch anything. Promise.”

He walked out of the room and she made sure to lean over to watch that gorgeous ass saunter to the kitchen, ogling him as long as she dared. She found one of her favorite movies, one that required tissues. She was pretty sure he’d say no.

No guys
ever
watched those movies. However, no guy she’d ever been with had undressed her without groping her either. Cade didn’t even seem to look. Maybe he didn’t have an interest? Some guys didn’t like curvy women. She’d heard that many times from men — too short, too heavy. The story of her life.

She pulled the blanket up higher to hide her body. He’d be no different. It was the only explanation for him not saying
something
about her body as he took her clothes off. He didn’t even try to cop a feel through her panties when he took her jeans down.

She’d avoid the popcorn he was making. The last thing he wanted to see was her adding more calories to her hips and ass.

“Here we go!! Largest bowl I could find in the kitchen. And what did you find for a movie?” He handed her the bowl and stared at the television for a moment. “Oh, I remember this movie. This one is really sad. I’ll get the tissues and hold you close when it gets sad. Okay?”

She stared at him, dumbfounded. “S-sure.”

He put the box of tissues on the table in front of them, placing the bowl of popcorn next to it. Then he scooped her up to sit with her back against his chest while they watched the movie. His long arms reached over to grab the bowl of popcorn. “Dig in, girl!”

“Nah. I’m good.”

“What? I made this huge bowl because I just knew you’d love it. C’mon, I’m not eating this alone.” He picked up a couple kernels, feeding them to her.

She had to admit they were very buttery and found herself wishing she hadn’t tried it. Now, resisting would be even harder. The trouble was, she couldn’t resist — and he didn’t allow it either, nonchalantly doling out a piece to her at random intervals.

Cade’s other hand affectionately rubbed her arm or played with her hair. Sunni couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so relaxed.

Her phone vibrated across the room, reminding her that she’d completely forgotten about checking her Facebook statuses, text messages, or any of her other social media. She lunged forward. “My phone. God, I must have a ton of messages. I need to let people know where I am.”

Cade grabbed her arm. “Oh, no you don’t. Sit back down.”

When she didn’t immediately sit, he quirked an eyebrow at her. “Do we need to discuss doing as you’re told
already?
”

“N-no. But, I need to check what’s going on. I still have a life going on here.”

“Madison Weaver, come sit down on my lap while you can still do it without pain.” His voice had dropped, and he patted his thigh, urging her to obey.

What the fuck? Yeah, there would be some problems soon around here.

Not wanting to push him any further than she already had, she went over and sat back down. But inside, she fumed, knowing that she needed to update her status and let her closest friends know she was safe. “I need—”

“No, you don’t need to do anything right now. You can’t update your Facebook status. Your friends of friends of friends — who may actually be friends with Zack or Jared — might learn where you are.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eye.

He had a point. Zack was friends with some of her friends. “But what about—”

“You can tell your parents. No one else needs to know where you are. I need you to trust me on this. Are we clear?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Let’s finish our movie and get you to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Chapter 6

C
ade woke up, looking over at the clock. Eight in the morning. He needed to get up to check on Sunni and make her some breakfast. She’d fallen asleep long before the movie ended, and he’d carried her to bed, watching her sleep for a bit before going back to his own lonely, cold bed.

It amazed him how this whole situation had just fallen into his lap. He’d been looking for a woman who needed a Daddy, someone to cater to and cherish. Since Katie had left a year ago, his friend Matt had tried to match him up with other women who liked having a Daddy Dom, but they didn’t seem to mesh. Most of these women needed age play — which when he’d tried it in the past, he’d enjoyed certain aspects of — but he was more comfortable with a woman who needed a Daddy aspect to their relationship without falling into toys, sippy cups, diapers and such. There were many friends that he’d become friends with that needed those elements in a relationship. But he loved having a woman who enjoyed cuddling and discipline without those aspects.

This seemed to be a perfect match for both he and Sunni. Lacking a father as a child left a void in her life, and he’d be more than willing to fill it for her. Just hearing her say ‘Daddy’ had filled his heart with pride. He quickly threw a robe on, walking down the hall to check on her. Her bed was already made — and Sunni was nowhere to be found.

He walked into the kitchen and living room, figuring she’d woken up before him and had started her day already. No Sunni. He called out for her. Nothing.

She better not have left the house.

Suddenly, he heard his truck starting outside, and he ran to the window, peering out.

“Oh, hell!” He threw on his boots, opening the door, and running down the walkway to the driveway. As he approached the vehicle, Sunni quickly locked the truck’s doors. He tapped the driver’s window, and her large, frightened doe eyes stared up at him. Pulling down on the shifter, she ground the gears on his truck.

Thankfully, the closest neighbor was more than two miles away. He didn’t need to keep his voice down. He shouted through the window. “Open the door, Sunni. Now!”

She shook her head, even though her eyes shone with pure fright at openly defying him. And rightfully so. He was going to blister her ass for this — once he was finally able to open the goddamn door!

“Yes, Madison Anne! Open it.
Now.”

She stared back, not even shaking her head now.

“I swear, if you don’t open this door immediately, when I finally get it open, you won’t be able to sit for a week. Open. This. Door.” He now spoke through gritted teeth, breathing loudly. “Trust me on this, you do
not
want me to force it open. And I will.”

He wasn’t exactly sure
how
he’d force the door open, but by God, he felt like he’d do it with his bare hands at that point. What in the name of hell was she thinking? Where would she go if she got this blasted truck in gear?

Her eyes had filled with tears and he knew he was close to getting her to relent, and obey.

“Madison Anne Weaver, do you really want Daddy to get his belt? Is that what you want for your first spanking? Really?”

She shook her head, her lip trembling.

He dropped his voice to a low, dangerous rumble. “Then open this door. Now, little girl!”

He heard her hiccup, a small sob escaping her lips. She knew her fate was sealed, but she also appeared to be bright enough to not want to make it worse. And it was good to know that she feared the belt this much. Reluctantly, she shut the truck off and opened the door.

She didn’t have to worry about opening it fully, for he snatched at the handle, throwing the door wide open. Pulling her out of the vehicle, he held her against his hip as he landed several hard, crisp swats to her jeans-covered backside.

She screeched, kicking her tiny feet while he spanked her harshly. Then he stopped, steadying her on the ground, pointing to the house and shouting, “In the house. Now!”

Both her hands cupped her bottom as she ran to the house, her cowboy boots clomping on the brick path. He took a deep breath, reminding himself to stay in control.

She’s okay. She didn’t leave, and didn’t put herself at risk.

He walked into the house, slamming the door behind him. He stomped the snow off his own boots, and he saw her jump up from the couch where she’d been waiting.

“Where in the name of hell did you think you were going?” He was shouting, initially, but forced himself to speak softer on the last word. He didn’t want to completely frighten her after all — even if a little fear wouldn’t be a bad thing.

“I-I couldn’t find my phone. And then I thought… I wanted…I decided to go tell my friends where I was. B-but I couldn’t get your truck into gear.” She rubbed her posterior as she talked.

“Thank God, you couldn’t! I have your phone, and as we discussed last night, you don’t need to alert anyone where you are, or what’s happening. I’m keeping the phone
for your protection
. Going to a friend’s house was a very bad idea.”

“You need to go to the corner and think about what you did today, how you disobeyed Daddy and put yourself in danger.”

She walked quietly to the corner, tears trailing down her cheeks.

“Jeans and panties at your ankles.” She took them down, her bottom very pink from the hard spanking he’d given her in the driveway.

He raked his hand through his hair, calming himself. He walked to the kitchen to get some water and to start the coffee pot. When he felt himself relax, he went back to the living room.

“Pull your pants and panties up.” He waited until she’d fastened them. “Turn around, please. You were told that you were to be escorted by me until they are arrested. Weren’t you? You agreed, remember?”

“Yes, Sir.”

It was time to reinforce their roles. “Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Well, you’re getting a spanking for this, little girl. Thankfully, you finally listened and opened that door — or you’d be getting acquainted with my belt right now.”

“Oh, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She wrung her hands in front of her. Her whining wouldn’t sway him though. If he hadn’t heard the truck when he did, she could’ve been hurt, or worse. She needed a lesson — a very strong lesson — on obeying her Daddy’s rules.

He pointed his finger at her. “No. No whining. You asked for this, loud and clear. You’ll go to your bedroom. Pull your jeans and panties down to your ankles, and sit on a chair waiting for me. That little spanking you just received should keep you focused on your misbehavior. Go! Now!”

She ran out of the room, crying, and he heard the bedroom door shut.

Coffee. I need some damn coffee.

* * *

S
unni stood in the room, her heart beating hard in her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Cade was so upset. She’d only wanted to get out of the house, just for a little while. Once she had woken up that morning, she’d questioned the whole idea of staying at his house. She wasn’t sure she was ready for a relationship, let alone a relationship with her friend’s
father
. The fact that she would be his girl and call him ‘Daddy’ only complicated things even further.

She had always wanted a Daddy — had even fantasized about having Brittney’s daddy — but now that the situation had materialized, it felt different. In many respects it felt wrong, taboo. What woman would want to be with her friend’s father? How would they explain it to friends and family? And even though she didn’t have contact with her family very often, it’d be difficult to explain to them that she’d decided to have a relationship with a man twenty years older than her. And then there was the issue of Cade explaining it to his daughter — or worse, his ex-wife. Once the morning light had dawned, so had reality. Fantasy and wishful thinking always seemed easier at night, or in the throes of passion. One forgot the hard truths of life until the light of day.

She didn’t want to come between him and Brittney. Even though they weren’t close friends anymore, there had been a time when they were inseparable and shared many secrets. But the one secret that Brittney never knew was the most taboo, that Sunni loved her father. Not in a sexual way. That never happened until she was a grown woman and masturbating. But she envied Brittney, and loved Cade, loved his kindness, his sense of humor, and implacable character. He was steady and rational. Sunni didn’t have anyone who was steady in her life. She’d craved for someone — anyone — who would add stability to her life. Someone she could rely on, not worry about whether they would do something foolish with a paycheck or leave her alone on a Friday night to meet with “a guy.”

Cade took care of his family. And she desired to be taken care of too, to feel the safety of his arms around her as she slept, without concern for locked doors, robbery, nightmares, and the many sundry things that plagued her spirit and soul during a given day. But at what cost? Did she want to have a relationship with him at the expense of his family? Never. His family was and always had been his first and foremost concern, as it should be. She’d love to be part of that concern, even if only for a few days or weeks, but she’d never be
his
. She’d always be Sunni, Brittney’s friend. Not Sunni, my lover and babygirl.