Landslide (7 page)

Chapter 8

I had been imagining Maxwell Joseph’s bedroom since I was fourteen years old. At first, I’d imagined it all modern and chic, full of stainless steel, weird shaped furniture…things like that. Then about six months ago, when I heard that he was into tying up girls and having them call him Daddy, I imagined it full of spiked leather, with chains hanging from the ceiling and whips attached to the walls. His room was neither. It was elegant—classy even—with soft lighting in all the right places. The room was done mostly in black and gray, with some blue accents added in strategic places. He did have leather in there, but it was a small leather couch and chair off to the side in a sitting area. His bed also had leather, but it was a tastefully decorated head and footboard. For all the times I’d imagined his room, I was there now, and I was positive he was going to fuck me in that beautiful bed.

My nipples became instantly hard at the thought, and I felt wetness gather between my legs in anticipation.

“What are you thinking, little girl?” he asked me softly.

I didn’t want to tell him that I’d just been fantasizing about being fucked in his bed, so I responded with a half-truth. “I was thinking your bedroom is absolutely beautiful.”

He smiled. “Well then, I hope you like the bathroom, too. Please go in there and run a bath. I’m going to go to your room and pick out what you will wear tonight.”

“Daddy, I didn’t bring any clothes,” I reminded him. It was another half truth; I’d packed a bag and left it in my car. I couldn’t very well show up on his doorstep with an overnight bag and pretend that I wasn’t going to stay.

“Yes, little one, I know. I’ve been planning this for a while now, hoping you would be here.”

I smiled; I knew it was wrong, but he’d gone to a lot of trouble for this weekend. After he left, I moved to a doorway I assumed was the bathroom. It was, and it was beyond amazing. The decor matched his bedroom, and there were black, white and gray marble tiles covering the floor and walls. Off to the side was a large jetted tub, so I began running the water.

When the tub was nearly full, Maxwell returned. “Get in, little girl.”

I stepped out of my shoes, peeled off my thigh highs, and removed my top and undergarments before easing into the steaming hot water, where he bathed me from head to toe. I’d been given baths as a kid, and though I didn’t really remember them, I was sure they were nothing like this. Maxwell caressed every inch of my body with the soft sponge. He wet my hair and shampooed it before he rinsed, conditioned, and rinsed again. “There you go, my beautiful girl. You’re all clean,” he said with a smile as he began removing his clothes. “Now, you will bathe Daddy.”

He finished undressing and climbed into the tub opposite me as I took the loofah in my hands and started to scrub his body, purposely avoiding his cock. I couldn’t see it, so I had no idea if it was hard or not. There were no bubbles, but the jets made it difficult to see under the surface of the water. What I could see above the water, though, was even better than I’d remembered.

“Little one, you seem to have missed a spot,” he said when I set down the loofah. I didn’t know what to say, so I bit my lip. “It needs to be cleaned, but now you will do it with your mouth.” I knew exactly what he was talking about, but was unsure of how to do it in the bath. Did he want me to stick my head under the water and suck his dick? I didn’t have to wonder for long because he lifted himself out of the tub with his arms and sat on the edge. He wasn’t hard, but he wasn’t exactly soft, either.

Slowly, I took him in my mouth and felt him grow to his full potential. Moving my head back and forth tentatively, I waited for him to take control. Last night he’d been forceful, holding my head in place while he fucked my face, shooting his come down my throat. I was hoping he would do it again.

He didn’t grab my hair this time; he just sat back and let me do the work. Every so often he would thrust his hips, and I’d get more of him in my mouth than I was expecting. When he came, I swallowed it all, earning a ‘good girl’ from Daddy. He held my head there for a full minute, just stroking my hair lovingly before pulling away from my mouth.

He got the rest of the way out of the tub and dried himself off before doing the same with me. After wrapping me in a huge bath towel, I was lifted into his arms and carried out of the bathroom. He motioned to the outfit he’d picked out for that night—a small, white nightie—which was lying on the bed. Picking it up, I examined it carefully.
The bodice had form fitting cups that would give me ample cleavage by pushing my breasts up and together, making them appear much larger than they were. It was attached to sheer white material that would barely cover my ass.

While I dressed, Maxwell put on a pair of navy blue pajama pants that I hoped he’d be taking off again soon.

“You look beautiful,” he complimented when I’d finished putting the nightie on.  “Now come here and kiss Daddy goodnight.”

My feet sunk in the plush carpet as I walked over to him. Leaning down, he took my face in his hands and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was wonderful, and I melted into it. All too soon, though, he had pulled back. “Looks like this little girl has been very naughty.”

I looked at him, my eyes wide. “I told you last night that I decide how we kiss, and when we kiss. Now get over here, like a good girl, and take your punishment.”

I knew he wasn’t mad, and that I really hadn’t done anything wrong. He was looking for an excuse to spank me, and if I was being
honest with myself, I was excited he was going to do it. I hadn’t been spanked since the Fourth of July and I’d missed it. This time he took me over his knee as I felt him lift my nightie to caress my ass.

“Count,” he said as his palm struck my ass, sending a harsh slapping sound throughout the bedroom.

“One, Daddy,” I moaned, savoring the tingle that emanated from where his hand had just connected to my bottom.

“Such a pretty ass with my handprint on it,” he murmured, massaging it briefly then slapping it again. I counted out each one, and by the time I’d said twenty, I was trying my best not to squirm on his lap. It wasn’t squirming from pain, either. No…it was definitely from pleasure. Maxwell had noticed, too.

“Little one, you’re soaked. It’s gotten on Daddy’s pants. You will take them off of Daddy right now.”

I scrambled off his lap, and when he rose, I pulled his pants down. His cock stood erect and pointed right at me as he walked to his nightstand, took a condom from the drawer, and handed it to me.

“Prepare me to fuck you, little girl.”

I opened the packet and rolled the condom on. I’d never done it myself before. I mean…I’d used them—actually, I’d never had sex
without
a condom—but I’d never been the one to put them on. It turns out it wasn’t that difficult as long as you knew what you were supposed to do.

When it was rolled to the base, I climbed up onto the bed but stopped immediately when Maxwell shook his head. “Oh no, little girl. You need to
earn
your way into Daddy’s bed. Go and stand down by the end.”

I stood there wondering what he was going to do, but he didn’t keep me in suspense for long. Reaching into the space between the footboard and the mattress, he pulled out a restraint. I assumed it was for feet, but he secured it around my left wrist, then did the same with the right. With my arms stretched wide, I had to squat a bit so I was comfortable. “Stand up, little girl, and bend over the footboard,” he ordered. When I did, my toes barely touched the ground. Luckily, though, his footboard was large, round and padded for just such an occasion. It was more like being bent over the arm of a leather couch.

“Your ass looks spectacular.” He ran his hands up my thighs and then over my ass cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. “I’d love to get in that tight virgin hole,” he said, sliding one hand toward the center and rubbing his finger over my puckered opening. Instinctively, I clenched my cheeks together, which made him laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’d need more time for that, but if Daddy wanted it, you’d let him, right, my good little girl?”

“Yes,” I panted. He was right; as scared as I was about anal sex, I’d let him do it if he wanted to.

He didn’t. Instead, he lined himself up behind me and thrust into my pussy. I squealed because his thrust lifted my feet completely off the ground. He pounded into me hard and fast—harder than he ever had before—his speed amazing while his cock filled and stretched me. With each thrust, he was touching a spot inside of me that sent bolts of lightning everywhere in my body. My moans started out softly, but because his tempo remained constant, they got louder and louder until I was screaming out that I was going to come.

“That’s it, little girl, squeeze Daddy’s cock,” Maxwell grunted as he thrust wildly into me. His words were enough to send me over the edge, and I felt the orgasm rocket through my body.

“Mmmmm, that’s it, little girl.” He lifted me completely off the ground and held me by my thighs, slamming into me over and over. “So fucking tight. So fucking sweet,” he whispered, then growled, “Mine,” as I felt him swell up and spasm inside of me. He held me like that—my legs spread wide, feet off the ground, buried balls deep inside me—for what felt like an eternity.

When he finally did pull out and set me down on the ground, my legs were shaking. “Oh shit, Babygirl,” he said, removing my restraints quickly and picking me up bridal style. He carried me to the bed and pulled back the covers, laying me down on his cool sheets.

“I thought I had to earn my way into your bed,” I sighed, sinking slightly into his soft mattress.

“Oh, Sweetie, you just did with that tight little pussy of yours. You were such a good girl.”

When he removed the condom, I saw that his dick was covered in his come, and I licked my lips at the sight. “Do you want this, little one?”

I nodded my head, never looking away from his gorgeous cock.

“You are a very good girl,” he said, stroking my hair as I took him into my mouth.

When I’d finished licking him clean, he climbed into bed with me. I glanced at the clock; it wasn’t that late, but I was exhausted. I felt him spoon behind me and pull me tightly to him as his thumb rubbed lazy circles over my nipple. The feeling calmed and soothed me, and the last thing I remembered was closing my eyes, enjoying his strong arms wrapped around me, providing me comfort and security.

Chapter 9

I woke to the smell of bacon cooking. Every so often I’d order room service when I was in a hotel to be delivered when I woke up, but I hadn’t woken up at home to the smell of breakfast cooking since I was in high school.

Sliding out of bed, I threw on a pair of boxers and headed down to the kitchen to see what was on the menu.

Mackenzie was frying bacon at the stove, wearing nothing but the apron I had in the pantry. It was large and covered most of her body, but her tiny ass peeked o
ut from the back, the strings lying comfortably between her cheeks. That ass got me every time. Today would be the day I made it mine, as well.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” I said after a few more moments of staring at her round bottom.

She jumped and spun around. “Good morning, Daddy! Breakfast is almost ready. Let me get you some coffee to start.”

She served me coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon, and two amazing pancakes, then sat down to eat with me.
I’d eaten so much food that I wouldn’t be hungry for lunch.

“It was all delicious,” I complimented, standing up from the table. “I have a bit of work to do today. You will clean up the kitchen while I go
lay out your clothing. When you’re done, go take a shower and get ready for the day. I’ll be working in the lounge. Please come join me when you’re ready.”

It was nearly two hours until she came into the lounge in the outfit I’d set out for her. It was a short, blue plaid skirt and a white top. I also had her wearing thigh highs, though the skirt was too short to cover the tops of them. I’d given her a white thong but no bra, and her breasts looked spectacular as they bounced slightly under her shirt.

“Come in, Baby. Why don’t you read while Daddy does his work?”

She looked over the books on the nearby bookshelf and chose a large book filled with erotic art. She lay on the floor on her stomach, her knees bent with her feet swaying slightly in the air, and began flipping through it. I could see up her skirt to where her thong disappeared between her pussy lips, undoubtedly drenched. I wanted to go over there and fuck the shit out of her, but I knew I had to make her wait for it. Besides, it wasn’t her pussy I was currently interested in.

She switched books a few times, always looking at erotic pictures. Her phone buzzed and she got up to look at the text. Smiling at whatever it was, she punched back a message. I hadn’t told her no outside contact, so I couldn’t very well say anything.

She lay back down to look at the book, taking her phone with her. It buzzed a few more times and I wondered if it was a boy texting her.
Imagining it was, I began to plot out his slow and painful death. Irrational? Sure…but I couldn’t help it.

Unable to concentrate on my work, I closed my laptop and knelt on the floor between her legs. “You’ve thoroughly distracted Daddy with that pussy and ass of yours. Now, be a good girl and tuck those knees up under your body.”

Her breathing became rapid as she followed my instructions, giving me a perfect view of her sweet pussy from behind. I moved her thong aside and thrust three fingers in without warning. She cried out, but ground back into my hand. Pulling them out, I licked them clean, savoring her incredible taste. Needing more, I tore off both her panties and her skirt before I buried my face into her pussy and began licking and sucking. Her juices were flowing freely, and I lapped them up greedily. As I ran my tongue around her puckered hole, she shuddered. Just a few more hours and that ass would be mine.

She squealed and squirmed as I continued to lick, suck and bite on her clit. Then my tongue fucked her pussy, as did my fingers. She had three glorious orgasms right there on my carpet in the middle of the lounge. My dick was rock hard, though, and needed release, too. I quickly rolled on a condom, flipped her over and, after pinning her legs behind her head, began to fuck her swollen pussy hard. I wanted to see her tits jiggle as I fucked her, so I tore open her blouse. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted, thrusting harder just to watch them bounce more. Leaning forward, I took one into my mouth and gently bit down. When she screamed out in pleasure, I felt
an orgasm coming, so I pulled myself from her pussy and tore off the condom. I jerked my cock a few more times and my come spurted out in thick white streams, making lines across her pussy, stomach, tits, and even a little on her cheek.

I’d only ever done that once before, and that was in her bedroom two days ago when I’d felt the urge to mark her as mine. Panting heavily, she lay there as I tucked my dick back in my pants.

She looked amazing—thoroughly fucked and covered in come—better than any porn picture I’d ever seen. I had half a mind to grab her phone, snap a picture and send it to whomever she’d been texting, making it clear she was unavailable. Shaking my head, I had to wonder what the hell was wrong with me.

“Go clean up and I’ll make us some lunch,” I told her before heading into the kitchen to make some sandwiches.

She nodded, still lying on the floor catching her breath. It was hard to leave, but knowing what I had planned for her later made it all worthwhile.

Later couldn’t seem to come fast enough, but it did come eventually. We spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other as we took a long walk around the property. For our stroll through the grounds, I’d removed her necklace so we could talk as just Maxwell and Mackenzie.

After walking through the garden, we sat on a wrought iron bench situated next to a small pond in the southern corner of the estate. If Mackenzie had been wearing her necklace, I’d have pulled her onto my lap and made out with her, but she wasn’t, so the two of us sat several inches apart staring at the water.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, looking around the grounds.

“Yes, it is,” I agreed, looking at her.

She blushed at my obvious compliment.

“So do you spend a lot of time out here?” she asked.

“Not as much as I’d like, especially lately. I’ve been so wrapped up in legislation.”

“Oh yeah, the bill that you’re working on.” I was surprised that she knew about it. It wasn’t really a headline making bill.

“We’ve hit a few bumps, but I won’t let that stop me.”

“I’d hardly call two groups of environmental lobbyists protesting your bill a ‘bump,’” she laughed. “But I think with a bit of a compromise, you just might get it passed.”

Her knowledge of my work floored me. After a lively discussion of my bill, we moved from topic to topic, allowing us to learn about each other.

I told her about my childhood and how I got involved in politics. She told me about growing up with a single father, and what it was like going back and forth between two parents.

I learned so much during our
walk, which I couldn’t help but admire. I’d just planned to get to know her better; I had no idea that we would be engaging in stimulating conversations. Several times during the afternoon I’d forgotten our age difference, as she shocked me time and time again with her knowledge of current events.

When we returned to the house, I kissed her chastely on the lips. It seemed so odd, because when she was my little girl, I had no problem taking what I wanted from her. When she
wasn’t
wearing that necklace, I felt like we hadn’t even gotten to first base yet. I wasn’t sure she was even interested in me in any capacity other than the Daddy role.

She used the computer in the study to work on schoolwork while I read a new proposal that had been sent to me. The sun had faded, and by the time I saw her get up and click on the light near the computer, I knew it was time to go and claim my little girl.

She was so engrossed in the article she was reading, she didn’t notice me when I walked up behind her. Startled, she jumped in her chair as I dangled the charm between her and the screen. She gasped slightly, then hummed in contentment as I fastened it securely around her neck. I clicked off the monitor sitting before her on the table as she turned around in her chair, now level with my navel. It was difficult to resist the urge to unzip my pants and fuck her mouth right then and there in the study, but I managed somehow. There would be plenty of time to fuck every single orifice of her body tonight. I didn’t want to rush it.

“Come, little girl, Daddy wants to teach you something,” I said, pulling her from the chair and leading her to the other chairs in the corner of the study. “On Thanksgiving you didn’t seem interested in chess. Do you play?”

“I know the basic rules, but no Daddy,” she responded.

“Well I like to play, and I’d like to play with you. I’ll teach you.”

She smiled and sat in one of the nearby comfortable leather chairs. She had changed for our walk earlier into one of Liv’s old outfits, and by old, I meant from last season. Olivia, my younger sister, asked me to bring them to a Salvation Army Center I was giving a speech at a few months ago. Even back then, I’d thought of bringing Kenzie here, so I’d kept them for myself, opting instead to give a sizable monetary donation to the charity.  

While she was getting comfortable on the soft black leather, I took a moment to observe what she had on. She was wearing black leggings with a long, soft pink sweater draping over them. She’d worn running shoes on our walk earlier, but had taken them off when we got back, leaving her in a pair of white socks. The only reason she had been permitted to choose that outfit was because she wasn’t wearing her necklace at the time, and although she looked adorable, it all had to go.

“With Carter, I played a shot for each piece lost, but seeing as you are a beginner, and I’d like you conscious tonight, we will be playing for clothing. Each time one of us loses a chess piece, we will remove an article of clothing.”

She nodded.

We began the game, and it wasn’t long before she was sitting there in her bra and panties, while her socks, leggings and sweater sat laying on the floor of the study…utterly forgotten. I’d actually only started the game wearing three pieces of clothing, as I’d been barefoot. I had removed my shirt when I sacrificed my pawn, but I was rewarded by staring at a now topless Mackenzie. It was somehow different than when we were in the bedroom earlier. Getting her out of her clothes like this made me feel more powerful, and I could tell it made her feel more vulnerable.

“Um, what happens when I don’t have any more articles of clothing?” she asked, biting her lip as she looked at the various pieces left on the board.

“Well, since you won’t have anything left to give me by way of clothes, I’ll have to find
other
ways to claim my reward for capturing a piece of yours.”

It didn’t take long, either. Two moves later, I was still wearing my pants while she was wiggling out of her panties, and two moves after that, she stared at me wide-eyed as I took her bishop. Without a single word, I stood up, walked to the hall closet where I kept my toy bag, and returned
to her. “Arch your back for me, Baby,” I commanded. She did, thrusting her breasts forward while I reached across her and placed a silver charm on her left nipple. It looked like an earring for a breast, but it was held on with a small rubber O-ring. It dangled down from the O, and the embedded rhinestones shimmered in the dim light of the corner of the study. I’d never used them on a woman before, but I’d been told they were relatively painless, yet kept the nipples erect for hours—just what I wanted from my little girl tonight.

Two turns later, her breasts matched, each adorned with a shiny charm. I loved the contrast in the whorishness of her wearing such slutty things on her nipples, to the innocence of her face. Glancing at the chessboard, I realized I could end this now, or I could prolong the game so I could add the remaining piece of jewelry in the set—the jeweled anal plug she’d worn the first night I’d had her. I decided to wait on that one, though, and just end the game now.

“Checkmate,” I said, smirking at her while taking her king from the board. “Now, little girl, come over here, and lie across my lap. You will get a spanking for each piece you lost…and I count eight.”

I positioned her so that she lay across my knees, my left hand holding her breasts as my right prepared to strike the creamy, supple flesh of her bottom. “Count.”

With each swing of my hand, a loud crack echoed throughout the room, and while I was leaving pink, crisscrossing handprints on her ass with my right hand, my left was alternating between breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples, making it almost impossible for her to count. When I got to eight, she was panting heavily, but I knew she wanted more…and I wanted to give her more. I already felt a small puddle forming on the front of my pants, but I wanted to see how big it could get. I’d deliberately slapped her ass all eight times on the same cheek for that specific reason. “It seems that this cheek is feeling left out,” I said, pinching her milky white skin. “I’m going to make it match the other.”

I repeated the entire process, leaving brighter pink handprints and squeezing her breasts harder. She was panting for breath by the time I reached seven. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, causing her to cry out.

“Oh, my God,” she said, starting to get up off my lap.

“Little girl, unless you’re planning on answering that door to let whomever it is in here to watch me finish spanking you, I suggest you lie back down.”

She complied quickly, scrambling to lie across my legs again. “Now, you didn’t count that last one, so I’ll do it again.” I brought my hand down hard and fast. She yelped and ground her teeth together saying, “Seven, Daddy.” The doorbell rang a second time as fluid gushed from her body. When I delivered the final slap to her ass, I watched, in amazement at the amount of wetness that left her body. It was clearly evident that she liked the idea of someone watching her get spanked. Unfortunately, it was impossible due to my public position. Something like that would have to wait for a different time, when we were abroad and able to use a room in a private club. I put that bit of knowledge away, hoping that I’d get a chance to use it in the future.