Desiring the Forbidden (20 page)

From what he’d been able to gather, Dylan and Brittney appeared to have a relationship similar to what he had with Sunni. Brittney had tried to change the subject when Dylan had asked her how things had gone on her vacation, but with some hedging and — picking her words carefully — she’d admitted to getting in “trouble” with her Dad. Dylan apparently pressed her for more information and at some point Brittney had whispered “fighting.” Brittney had answered quietly “Yes, Sir” to many of the comments or questions after that.

It had taken a ton of asking and prodding — and assuring her that he wouldn’t be shocked by her answers — but Brittney did eventually confirm to Cade that she and Dylan did have a domestic discipline relationship. In his mind, it was exactly what his daughter needed. She would be someone who would always need a guiding hand in her relationship, and that guiding hand needed to be someone with a strong, dominant personality.

Dylan had told her, as she suspected, that she’d be punished when she returned home. He’d specifically given her rules for her behavior and they’d discussed the consequences for violating those rules before she even got on the plane.

The main reason Cade was calling her today was to see if Dylan had followed through with consequences for the physical altercation at his house with Sunni.

“Brittney, I didn’t ask if you wanted to talk about it. Just answer the question. How did things go with Dylan?”

With an exasperated sign she said, “He wasn’t happy, and I was punished. There. Are you happy? God, this is embarrassing. I really don’t like talking about this with my father.”

“I don’t know why. I’m open, I’m accepting, and I haven’t made you feel bad in the least, unlike other parents might have. He’s good for you. The next time you come home, you’ll have to bring him with you.”

“Uh, I think I might pass on that for as long as I possibly can. The last thing I need is
both
of you watching me.”

“It’s only a problem if you don’t behave, sweetie. One of these days you really need to try staying out of trouble for longer than a few hours. It’s amazing. It’s something that people know as ‘adults’ do every day.” Cade laughed, knowing that his sassy daughter would be muttering under her breath and rolling her eyes. “I see you!” he shouted, and his mind’s eye could almost see her jump.

“Daddy!” She dragged his name out.

“I’m in my parking lot at work and need to go. But come home with Dylan for Fourth of July. We’ll have a cookout with some family and go to the fireworks in town.”

Brittney didn’t even hesitate. “Yes! We’ll be there. Tell Sunni I’ll call her this weekend.”

“Will do, pumpkin. Behave. Love you.”

Chapter 21

Z
achary and Jared were put away for ten years in Federal prison for rape and attempted rape. And during the course of the investigation, the men told the police the names of their contacts under them. As a result of rolling up their network of contacts too, any threat that was hanging over Sunni’s head had disappeared.

His life with Sunni would go forward as if these frightening events had never happened. He looked forward to exploring where this would lead. He couldn’t imagine life without her — his girl — and he looked forward to many more years with her.

But that day he had only one thing on his mind — taking his girl’s beautiful ass. Sunni had been waiting at home, plugged and aroused all day. He couldn’t wait to be balls deep in that dark channel.

It seemed that no matter what he did with his Sunni, he found himself desiring the forbidden.

* * *

S
unni tried ignoring the plug. She tried cleaning to distract herself, but washing the floors on her hands and knees, ass up in the air, only made the plug dance inside her dark channel, spurring her clit to keep up and dance too. And even though she knew she couldn’t masturbate, she
did
get a few good, hard rubs in, her hips jerking so hard, and her juices letting down so quickly, that she knew she’d come if she kept it up. Her most difficult task that day seemed to be the struggle to exert at least a semblance of control upon her insatiable sex drive.

Making the bed, she ground her mound upon the hard edge of the mattress, the plug jostling, sliding along sensitive tissue that had her groaning in need once again. However, she knew better than to orgasm, and obediently pulled her trembling body off the mattress.

When she’d finally curled up with a book on the chair by the fire, she knew it would be the diversion she’d been looking for. But when the hero grabbed the woman, bent her over, hiked her skirt up over her ass and buried his face in her hot, dripping cunt, Sunni didn’t even have to touch herself. Finally, she’d tumbled helplessly over the cliff, and into the orgasm she’d been combating all morning.

And it was glorious!

Disobedient. But glorious, nonetheless. After she’d recuperated — and her hips had stopped jerking — with the subsequent orgasms, she mulled over her options and how she’d tell Cade — Daddy — that she’d broken his rule. He had pretty strict rules about orgasms. That wasn’t entirely true though. He really only had one rule:

Only Daddy decides when, where and how Sunni has an orgasm.

Technically, she didn’t even know it was going to happen, so she couldn’t be held liable for it. Right? It seemed logical. She decided that would be her defense.

Looking out the window, Officer Brown was still watching the house. Dammit! Going to the store or mall apparently wasn’t an option. She could have done laundry, but climbing up and down the stairs with a plug might have been more than she could handle. Her nerve endings were already raw and it wouldn’t take much to throw her into a second climax.

Her phone vibrated on the table. Cade.

“Hello.”

“Hi, sweet pea, how are you?” He sounded particularly cheerful, which hopefully meant court had gone as expected.

“I’m good, Daddy. Did it go okay?”

“Just as we planned. No problems or hitches. You’re safe.”

“Oh, thank God.”

“Oh, baby. Were you worried?” His voice was edged with concern, the sound of it warming her insides.

“Yes. I mean… things sometimes don’t go as expected. And in my life, more often than not, it’s the way things go.” She’d been disappointed too many times to count, and the system had never been something she felt she could rely upon.

“It worked out this time, Sunni. Now, to the bigger question on my mind. Have you been a good girl for Daddy?”

She hesitated. She really didn’t want to discuss this on the phone. It would be better in person. “I’m always a good girl, you know that.”

She giggled, because he
didn’t
know that. It seemed in the past month she’d been with him, she was always being spanked or punished for something. She never saw herself as someone who disobeyed or ran against the grain, but learning to submit and give up control had proven to be a surprisingly difficult task.

His deep, rolling laugh had her smiling. “Okay. I’ll take that as an… answer. I’m already on my way. Close all the blinds on the first floor. I want you naked, ass up, kneeling on the coffee table, bottom facing the door.”

And those were the very commands that she so often found herself fighting against. On the coffee table? What if some little girl came to the house selling cookies? Or a politician with a flyer? “Oh, God. Daaaaddy!”

“Sweet Pea, do as you’re told.”

That voice.

The voice that didn’t — and wouldn’t — brook any disobedience. The voice that said, “You better do as you’re told — or else.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Oh, and Sunni?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Don’t think I missed that you didn’t answer the question about being a good girl. We’ll discuss that when I get home too.”
Click.
He hung up the phone and she had no doubt the abrupt ending of the conversation was intentional. He wanted to leave her with the warning, letting her think and worry a bit. And each time he did that to her, she gushed with her juices, her arousal ramping up instantly.

She went to the large windows facing the front yard, closing the mini blinds, then drawing all the curtains as requested.

She stood in front of the table, turning to look at the door, imagining how she’d look when he walked into the house. She didn’t want to be
that
vulnerable. But that was the point of submission — giving up control, letting yourself trust the dominant partner completely.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head. Undoing her bra next, she tossed it onto the pile of clothing. Her nipples were already hardened points from the constant sexual tension thrumming through her body. Soon Cade would bring her to her release, and Sunni could hardly wait. Her fingers undid the button on her jeans, pushing them over her hips and down her legs. Laying the denim over the rest of her clothes, she took a deep breath, hooking her thumbs into her panties, removing the last thing that preserved her modesty. Momentarily forgetting about her bejeweled plug, she snagged the elastic waistband on the corner of the dark blue flange jutting from her cheeks. The movement of the plug, and sudden strain on her tight ring of muscles made her gasp loudly, and she jerked upright again.

“Holy fuck!” Thankfully, her Daddy wasn’t around to hear her swear. She lightly touched her plug. “God, I won’t do that again,” she muttered to herself. Her panties had puddled at her feet, and she kicked them away.

She couldn’t just lie there with her ass facing the door though, so… exposed.

How would I know if someone has a key to get into his house?

She would face the door sideways, that way she’d be able to
partially
follow his command.

She’d never anticipated being with this man, her best friend’s father. She had always loved him on some level or another. Not having had a father as a little girl, it had affected who she was as a person, changed her deep inside, leaving her with a gaping hole that no one — and nothing — could fill. She had tried to fill it with men, alcohol, food — or lack thereof — work, and exercise. You name the vice, she’d tried to use it to fulfill that yearning, that gnawing need.

But then Cade had come along and he’d been exactly what she’d always needed. He had the key to her loneliness and sadness. Just a text from him saying, “How’s my girl today?” or “Have you been good today?” warmed her in ways that she struggled to put into words.

She had envied Brittney when they were little, and when invited to spend the night or day at her house, Sunni always leapt at the chance. She never could get enough of the attention and care Cade offered, even then. But she never in a million years would have guessed that she’d be sharing her life with this man. This father figure — her Daddy.

Daddy’s truck rumbled into the driveway. She quickly pivoted so her ass was facing the door, arching her back to present properly — the way he’d taught her. Of course, the plug jostled as she moved, making her shudder. The key turned in the lock and then he stood in the doorway. He whistled loud and long, before closing the front door behind him, flipping the deadbolt.

Though she wanted to, she didn’t look over her shoulder, deciding to stay still and silent, waiting for his direction. His boots clomped on the floor as he took each one off. “So, tell me, Madison, has your cute little backside been up and facing the door the
whole
time?

Shit!

“Uhm… kinda.”

Without his boots off, he moved almost silently, sneaking up on her. He smacked each cheek so hard that she gripped the edge of the table, her body lurching forward.

“‘Kinda’ means yes — and no. Any form of ‘no’ is not doing as you were told.”

He continued to rain down hard smacks across her bottom, his hand bouncing against the plug each time. “Tell me, bad girl, how were you positioned?” He slid his hand down her buttocks, cupping her wet pussy. She quivered, leaning into his hand, trying to push his fingers between her folds.

“Madison Anne, I’m not going to wait much longer. If I were you, I’d hurry up and speak while you still can.” His voice had dropped to barely a whisper — which usually meant she was skating on the edge of trouble.

“I was sideways on the table. I don’t know if anyone has a key to your house, and I was worried that someone could just walk in. I wanted to be sure I’d see them if they did.” She felt she was being totally reasonable. After all, leaving herself exposed and in an unsafe condition wouldn’t be wise. Right?

He slid his finger through the lips of her pussy, dipping into her sex, gliding along the sensitive tissues there. “I see. So, you thought that facing sideways would somehow protect you?”

“Daddy, I was just being cautious.”

“I think the truth of the matter is you didn’t like being exposed and chose to do it in a way that would be comfortable to you, versus doing what you were instructed.” He slapped her left thigh — hard. “But, you did tell me the truth, so you won’t be spanked. Well, not any more than you already have been. Next time, girl, you listen, or there will be repercussions. Understand?”