Daddy Morebucks (9 page)

“Well, the mailboxes are back there around the corner.” He pointed toward the back of the building. “And the exercise facilities are on three, the pool’s in the basement. Here, let me get you a map.” He grabbed one from behind his desk and handed it to her along with some other papers. “We don’t do food service here, but here’s a list of restaurants that either deliver or we can send someone to pick up take-out for you.”

“No kidding?”

“No kidding. All you need to do is call me and let me know what you need. I’m here from four in the morning until Ken comes in at three. He’s here ‘til two. From two to four in the morning you’re on your own.” He winked.

She giggled. “Good to know.” Tucking the papers under her arm, she turned to go. Over her shoulder she called, “Thanks, Stan.”

“Anytime, Miss Marley. Happy to be of help any way I can.”

Next, she visited the pool. It was dead. Everyone must be at work. The vast expanse of blue water looked to be an Olympic-sized pool for lap swimming. From a practical standpoint, it was nice that you could swim in the winter, or when it rained. But Marley preferred the sun and lounge chairs to come with her swimming, thank you very much, so the fact that the pool was underground removed any allure it would have otherwise held.

The gym was more her speed, but the personal trainers milling around made her uncomfortable so she gave the place a quick onceover. Row after row of elliptical machines, stationary bikes, and treadmills loomed in the front. At least seven large screen TVs were mounted to the wall in front of them. The sides and the back of the gym were reserved for weight machines and free weights.

She discovered a small spa with a limited menu of services that included massages, pedicures, manicures, waxing, and facials. They were open only three days a week, but that sounded fun. She’d never had a pedicure before. Maybe she’d ask Daddy if she could get one.

Daddy. In her head she was growing accustomed to referring to him that way. In some ways it was an endearment. Like honey or sweetheart. She relished being able to call him something so intimate.

It was good to get out of the apartment, but she was still restless. She went back upstairs to wait for James. He was planted at the forefront of her mind, and she couldn’t think of much else.

Back in the penthouse, she parked herself on the couch in front of the television. She watched reruns of old shows until she got so hungry she called down for Ken to order her a pizza.

She ate half of the pepperoni pie herself, holding out hope that James would come home soon and join her.

With each passing hour her spirits sank lower. Where was he? Why didn’t he call and tell her where he was?

Check yourself, Marley. You’re not his wife. You have no claim on him or his time
, she chided herself.
In fact, it’s the other way around
. He was the one who had a claim on her. That was both exciting and frustrating at the same time.

She stayed at loose ends for the rest of the evening. Rattling around the apartment all day wasn’t for her. She’d have to find something to do during the day or she was going to go bananas.

Around eleven o’ clock she finally gave up waiting for James and went to bed.

She was sound asleep when something woke her. Something rubbed and caressed her legs and buttocks. Someone. Her eyes cracked open. Pitch black. What was
that
?

“Sorry to wake you, darlin’,” a voice whispered in her ear. Hot, wet lips pressed against her neck. A familiar, masculine scent registered in her brain.

James
. She had missed him. As mad as she had been earlier, when he touched her now, her irritation fell away.

He scooped her up from behind, contouring his body to fit hers. His hand glided over her, warm and enticing. She found herself anticipating what he would do next, leaving her slumber for later.

Kisses sprinkled her shoulders and neck. Soft, butterfly kisses mixed with more passionate suckling and nipping. She wriggled with pleasure.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said shyly.

“Hi,” he rasped into her ear, taking it between his lips.

“What are you doing?”

“Coming to see my little girl. I missed you today.”

She smiled.
He had missed her.
“I missed you too. Where were you all day?”

“Work. I’m sorry. I realized on the way home I should have told you that you could use the car service if you wanted to go anywhere. You probably had some questions as to where some things were. I’m afraid I wasn’t a very good daddy.”

His apology alleviated many of her concerns and she gave him a squeeze. “That’s okay, Daddy.”

He caressed her buttocks. “No panties. That’s a good girl.” She had gone to sleep in a big old t-shirt and that was it. She never wore underwear to sleep.

“Mmm,” she purred.

His fingers found her core. He insinuated one, then two inside of her, stroking her pebbled walls languorously.

She fidgeted, shifting her body to give him better access.

“Oh, so you like this?”

“Mm-hmm,” she squeaked.

“Yes, Daddy,” he corrected.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re so wet, baby. You feel so good.”

Coated with her juices, he rubbed back and forth over her clit as she writhed in front of him. “Daddy!”

“Yes, baby?”

“Daddy, you’re going to make me come.”

“Not yet, princess.” He chuckled.

“Turn over on your back.”

She rolled toward him. He captured her mouth with his, plundering it with his tongue. She responded with a fire of her own.

“Sit up.”

He lifted the t-shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. He laid her back on the bed, suckling her erect nipples, one at a time, pinching the other one as he went back and forth giving them equal attention.

Marley raised her hips, wanting him. Her brain, and all its calculations, had abandoned her. He had turned her into a voracious animal aching for him to take her.

“What a wanton little girl you are. Are you going to be Daddy’s little whore?” he growled.

The word punched her in the gut. Yes, she had been a whore. She hadn’t wanted to do those things before. She put up with it—for the money.

Now James was keeping her. She was a kept woman. Still a whore. But somehow this was different. This time she wasn’t doing it for the money. She did it
for him
. She wanted
him
. More than anything she’d ever wanted in her life.

“Yes, Daddy. Only yours.”

At that, he breached her defenses, forcing himself into her with a ferocity that took her breath away. She groaned as he rocked her body in his arms, filling her with every thrust.

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders. She wrapped them around his neck, urging him to plunge deeper and deeper into her.

His cock banged against her g-spot, then rammed into her cervix. Each time he hit that sensitive spot, she twitched with a combination of pain and elation. The exquisite combination led to a rush of fluid flooding from her cunt.

What the hell? Did she just pee herself? Heat rose in her face. She was glad it was dark.

He cupped the base of her head with his hand and kissed her. “You are such a good girl, Marley. I love when you squirt all over my dick.”

Was that what it was? She’d heard about squirting, but she didn’t think she’d ever done it before now.

His praise made her forget her embarrassment, and she surrendered to the sensation. He plowed into her at a rapid pace, and her orgasms took control. Wave after wave of bliss fluttered through her, encompassing her whole being.

With a gurgle in his throat, he pushed into her one last time, then stilled. His seed warmed her insides and seeped out onto her legs. Who knew it would be so satisfying to have a man come inside you?

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nuzzled him. “Thank you, Daddy.” And she meant it.

He withdrew and fell onto the bed next to her. “You’re welcome, baby.”

Her pussy clenched at his absence. She wished he could stay inside her. It felt so right. She wasn’t able to get enough of him.

He held her for a few minutes, then gave her a peck on the forehead. “Goodnight, Marley.” With that, he left her room, closing the door behind him.

Tears formed in her eyes. Why had he gone and left her all alone again? She craved his arms around her shoulders, his voice whispering huskily in her ear.

You are still just a whore to him
. Salty tears leaked from her eyes onto the cushy down pillow.

Her practical side resurfaced.
Be grateful for what you have, Marley. You hit the jackpot with this arrangement. Be happy
, she chided herself.

The pep talk didn’t help. She was falling in love with him.

Chapter Nine

The next morning James woke Marley when he entered her room carrying a tray. On it he’d piled a plate full of cinnamon rolls, accompanied by a glass of water and a glass of juice. The dishes were white and light blue with the faintest of white dots around the edges.

“I wish I had some pretty flowers to add to your tray, but I’m all out of rosebushes up here,” he said, setting the tray down next to her on the bed.

She giggled. “That’s okay, Daddy. Breakfast in bed… I wasn’t expecting that.”

The corners of his mouth turned up. “Well, it’s not something I can do every day, but I want to pamper my little girl when I can.”

She grinned back at him. “I like that!”

“I’ll bet you do.”

He sat down on the bed.

“Aren’t you going to join me?”

“I’ve already eaten.”

“Oh.” She took a bite of the pastry. “You’ve got an awful lot of style for a bachelor.” She indicated the china plates.

“Oh, that. Yeah. I used to have a sub who liked to spend my money. She bought those.”

“You did? Tell me about her.”

Alarm bells rang in his head. It’s never a good idea to discuss one woman with another. He would tread lightly with this topic. “Not much to tell. I tried having a relationship like this before, and it didn’t work out too well.” He rubbed his chin.

“Why? What happened?”

He snickered. “First of all, she was a bitch. Submissive in the bedroom, like she was supposed to be, but hell on wheels out of it. I’m not sure how I got into that arrangement. It was a mess. In the end I think she was after my money. She moved in here, took over, then left me for an older, richer guy. Married him, actually.”

“No way! I’m sorry.” Her mouth hung open. “How could someone do that to you? You’re wonderful.”

He gave her a quick kiss. “Thanks. You’re sweet. But she wasn’t a true sub; she just played the part when she needed to. Helped her get what she wanted.” He sighed. “She was a social climber too. Really not my thing.”

“I see. What is your thing?” Her eyes widened.

He moved the tray out of the way and tickled around her waist, answering firmly, “You.”

She squirmed underneath him and gurgled with laughter. “Stop!”

He kept tickling. “You’re my thing.”

Giggling, she fought to catch her breath. “Stop, Daddy!”

“Do you need to use your safeword?” He nuzzled her neck as he counted her ribs, sending her into tickling hell.

“No, Daddy. Please!”

He stopped and put on a stern face. “Marley, you can always use your safeword and I will stop.”

“Okay, Daddy. I’m just afraid you’ll think less of me if I do.” She bit her lip.

“I won’t. I need to know and understand your limits. I want to push them, but not take you over that edge. I never want to hurt you or make you too uncomfortable.”

She took a deep breath. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Sure.” He put her tray back in front of her. “Now eat your breakfast like a good girl. I’m going to take you out today.”

“Really?” She shoved a bite into her mouth enthusiastically. Today was starting out well.

“Yep. So eat and get dressed. I’m going to send a few emails and then we’ll go.”

“Where are we going?” Her eyes shone with anticipation.

“Shopping,” he said, closing the door behind him.

He checked his emails, threw on a polo shirt and some khakis, and went to wait for her in the living room. Not long after he sat down, she strolled out of her room. Popping up like a jack-in-the-box, he took her by the arms and inspected her.

“Lovely, Marley.” He hugged her tight. This morning he’d been surprised when the first thing that popped into his head was her. He’d woken up longing to see her, smell her, touch her. “Do you know how glad I am that you are here?”

“No.” She sounded puzzled.

He let her go. “I think you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.”

“Ditto,” she said.

They walked into the hallway and onto the elevator.

“But, if you tried this before, what makes you think it’s going to work this time?” she asked. “Not to say it won’t, but I’m just wondering why you’re so optimistic?”

“You’re different, Marley. Different from any woman I’ve ever met.”

“How?”

He considered how to answer her. It was hard to put into words. They reached the ground floor. He led her through the lobby, where she spoke to Stan.

“Hi, Stan.” She waved.

Stan gave her a big grin. “Good day, Miss Marley.”

“See? Most women I know would not be friendly with the doorman,” he whispered as he opened the door of his black Porsche 911 for her.

“Why not?” she asked before he closed her door.

He opened his door and slid into the driver’s seat. “I don’t know, they just wouldn’t.”

Once they buckled their seatbelts, James continued, “Marley, you are a breath of fresh air. Thanks to Milton you must know that I hired prostitutes on occasion after Karen left. And that was fine for a while. I don’t do much socializing. I’m more of a workaholic.” He glanced fondly at her. “Then I met you. You’ve awakened something in me, and it feels great.”

“Really?” She appeared skeptical.

“Really,” he smiled. “Face it; you are an amazing girl, my dear.”

Marley lit up. His spirits soared that she cared what he thought about her.