Daddy's Game (5 page)

He opened the car door for her and her face beamed at the chivalrous gesture. On the way to the restaurant, they made small talk and discovered they liked the same type of music.

Natron had chosen a hot new steakhouse owned by one of the Food Network’s celebrity chefs. The hostess recognized him and seated them quickly. He appreciated her avoiding the typical scene with autograph seekers and people wanting to take a selfie with him. Grateful for the opportunity to sit and enjoy a meal in public without too much distraction, he palmed the hostess a fifty for seating them in a secluded section of the restaurant.

Natron chose to sit with his back to the room, leaving Carmen to face the curious eyes of the other dining patrons.

He ordered a bottle of cabernet sauvignon, Jordan, which was one of his favorites, and they fell into a comfortable silence as they looked over their menus.

After a few minutes, Carmen said, “Natron, people are looking at us.” She squirmed in her chair, clearly uncomfortable being part of a circus attraction.

“That’s okay, baby. It’s when they stop looking we should be worried,” he chuckled.

She shifted in her chair, clearly uncomfortable. And while he didn’t want her to be ill at ease, there was something about seeing her slightly undone that drove him mad with lust. He couldn’t help but imagine her handcuffed to his headboard while he ran ice cubes over her naked body.

Shaking that arousing mental picture from his mind, he offered, “In a minute they’ll go back to eating their meals. Ignore them. Look at me.”

She focused her eyes on him and took a deep breath. Then she smiled at him and set her menu down on the table. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am. You know Daddy knows best, don’t you?” He winked at her.

She nodded and crinkled her nose at him flirtatiously. That cute little nose of hers drove him wild, along with her eyes that, tonight, reflected the blue of her dress.

The waiter presented Natron with the bottle of wine, allowed him to take a taste sip, then poured them each a glass.

They each took a sip and agreed the wine was delicious, then Natron cleared his throat. “Carmen, I brought you out tonight because I wanted to talk with you about something important.” Her eyes brimmed with curiosity. They were mesmerizing with their lovely sea-glass, ever-changing color.

He watched to make sure the waiter was out of earshot before he asked, “How would you feel about calling me Daddy?”

She pursed her lips and considered his question. “Okay, I guess.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

The corners of her mouth lifted. “I’ve called you that before and I kinda like it. Why?”

The sip of wine he’d just drunk went down the wrong way and he choked on it.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He coughed again, trying to regain his composure. “Excuse me.”

She drank her wine and waited for him to continue.

Keeping his voice low so they wouldn’t be overheard, he asked, “Do you know what a submissive is?”

“You mean like in S&M?” she asked.

He was impressed. She seemed so innocent that he hadn’t expected her to know much about his kinks. “Yeah, like that. The kind of relationship that turns me on the most is the kind with a daddy and his little girl. I like to be the daddy, and I wanted to find out if you’d be interested in being my little girl.” A drop of sweat ran down his back. Damn, he was nervous.

“It’s not like being a pedophile, is it?”

“Nothing like that. It’s like a regular dominant and submissive relationship, except I’m more into spoiling and protecting my little girl than I am hurting her. The whole pain thing isn’t really my thing.”

“But there are punishments, right?”

“Yeah. When you do something wrong, definitely. But I’d never want to hurt you or push you past your limits. You’d have a safeword and we’d never do anything you weren’t okay with.”

“I’d like to give it a try,” she said, and at that moment she looked like an angel to him with those cherubic lips and her halo of curls.

He’d thought she would have more questions, some objections maybe. But for her to say yes just like that—she truly was a natural submissive.

“Don’t you have any questions, concerns, reservations?” he asked, wanting to be certain.

“If I do, I’m sure you’ll answer them. Won’t you?”

The trust she placed in him after knowing him such a short time was intoxicating. She made him feel like he could go anywhere, do anything with her. He wondered if she was the woman he’d been waiting for… He’d been living the life of a player because no one ever made him feel like settling down. Until now.

“Sure, babygirl.” He winked. “I’ll show you the ropes. All you really need to know is how to please Daddy, and I’ll teach you how to do that.”

She beamed. “When can we start?” she asked, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.

“You’re so pretty when you blush.”

“Thanks,” she said, fidgeting, clearly not used to being complimented.

“We can start now, tonight, if you like.”

“I would like that.”

Natron ate fast normally, but tonight he finished his steak in record time. He knew it wasn’t the best manners to shovel his food, but he couldn’t wait to get Carmen home.

He noticed she barely picked at her food. “Is it okay?” He indicated the lobster tail and vegetables on her plate.

“It’s fine. My appetite is… I don’t know.” She struggled to explain, but he knew exactly what she was feeling. Excitement, arousal, perhaps even some trepidation. He felt it too. The sparks between them electrified the air. In short order Natron asked for the check and a to-go box. Then he paid and ushered her to his waiting car, ignoring the prying eyes that followed them through the restaurant.

He opened the car door for her and bent to kiss her. Tilting her heart-shaped face to his, he captured those velvet lips of hers into a long, sensuous kiss. As he explored her mouth, she met his ardor with a passion of her own. When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless. Carmen slid into the passenger seat and Natron hurried around to drive them to his place as quickly as possible.

They fought to control themselves on the way home. Natron held her hand on his thigh, conscious not to let things go any farther until they got to his house. The last thing he needed was a sexually induced car accident. Once he’d parked the car in the garage, he practically pulled her out of the car and inside the house. Most of the lights were off, and he flicked a few hallway switches to illuminate their path to his bedroom.

Carmen had never been in this part of his house. She looked around curiously.

“Well, what do you think?” he asked. He’d hired fancy, big-name designers to decorate the place, and though he loved it, he realized he wanted her to like it too.

“It’s beautiful,” she gushed.

“Thanks. Now, I think it’s time to get down to business.” He could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins already. His cock had joined the party, but his own pleasure would have to wait. Right now he needed to do some training to break in his new sub.

They stood in the middle of the bedroom between his massive mahogany four-poster bed and the fireplace with a big screen television mounted above it. Two oversized chairs were positioned behind them, and Natron settled himself in one of them to watch. “Take off your clothes,” he said.

“Right here?” she squeaked.

“Right here,” he said, relishing her discomfort.

“I’ll need help with my zipper, okay?”

“Sure. Come here.”

She walked toward him, turned and bent down so that he could reach the top of her dress.

He unzipped her dress and pushed the straps off her shoulders so that the garment fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and bent to pick it up.

“Leave it. Now the bra.”

Her back was to him as she unfastened the lacy pink bra and dropped it on the floor.

“Panties,” he said, his breath becoming slightly more labored.

She pulled them down to the floor and stood awkwardly, shifting her weight from her left foot to her right, then back again.

“Turn around.”

Though he hated to lose the view of her juicy ass and curvaceous hips, he was deeply rewarded when he saw her bountiful breasts, nipples hard, jutting toward him and the small strip of brown fuzz hovering just above her pussy.

“Lovely.”

“Thank you,” she said, still fidgeting.

“Try to be still. You don’t need to be nervous. You look beautiful,” he said, doing his best to reassure her. “When we play tonight, I’m going to explain some things. Instead of giving you a bunch of lectures, I’m just gonna talk as we go.”

She nodded.

“When you wanna talk to me, you should call me Daddy. If that’s too weird at first, you can say ‘sir.’ Make sense?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. You can have a safeword. Do you know what that is?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay, what’s your safeword going to be?”

“I don’t know.” He could tell by the way she chewed on her bottom lip that she was nervous. It would be strange if she wasn’t.

“Alright. What about ‘safeword’ for now until you come up with something you like better?”

“That sounds fine.”

He pulled her to him and kissed her belly. “Do you trust me, babygirl?”

She played with his dreads with trembling fingers. “I do. I know it might sound strange, but I do.”

“It doesn’t actually. I trust you.”

“You do?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t be sharing this side of myself with just anyone. Hell, my lawyers would have me makin’ you sign shit, nondisclosures and all that.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Nah. Fuck that, I just want to be with you.”

“That’s what I want too.” She might be scared, but she was willing to do what he asked anyway. The realization made his chest tighten.

“Good girl. Now I want you to come to the end of the bed. Stand with your legs apart, bend over and hold the end of the bed.”

The bed had an elaborately carved pattern of leaves and scrolls. Carmen found a place to hold with each hand and leaned over like he asked.

“Stay there,” he instructed, giving her bottom a smack as he walked past her to his closet.

The closet, which was the size of most people’s guest rooms, housed several drawers specifically for toys of the adult variety.

Hmm. What to choose. Looking over the various options, he chose a long black leather flogger. Being that this was the first time he would be doing this with Carmen, he opted for one with a lighter sting. His intention was not to blister her, but to introduce her to the idea of submission. Picking it up, he appreciated the feel of the leather and the weight of it in his hand. He would enjoy flogging her with it.

When he came back into the bedroom, her eyes flew to the leather whip in his hand and its mini tails.

“I’m going to flog you for two reasons. First, because it will introduce you to what it’s like to submit to my will. I know it might be scary, but I will not hurt you. If you feel like it’s hurting too badly, you may use your safeword. Second, because it will bring the blood to the surface of your skin and potentially increase your arousal by raising your endorphin levels, which can make things more pleasurable.”

“Okay,” she said with a determined stare.

Good. He liked a girl with gumption, and he needed one with staying power.

With the flip of his wrist he brought the first strike down on the alabaster skin of her back. The leather made a soft thudding sound as it made contact with her flesh.

She flinched, but otherwise seemed intact.

He let fly another stroke of the whip. And another until he developed a pattern that ran from her buttocks up her torso, up one side then down the other. The smell of leather wafted through the air as he pulled his arm back to prepare for the next blow, and the welcome sound of pleasure rose from her lips.

“You like that, babygirl?” he crooned.

“I do. It doesn’t really hurt. More like a little sting, but it feels good.”

“That’s it, baby. Go with it.”

“Yes, sir.”

He raked the tails across her backside until her skin began to pinken. At that point he set the flogger down and stood behind her.

“Now back up a step and lean over and grab your ankles.”

This flustered her. “What?” she asked, clearly stalling.

“I’m going to inspect you.”

“For what?” she asked, leaning over hesitantly.

“My pleasure.”

“I’m not sure I can grab my ankles. I’m not very flexible.”

“Hmm. You might want to work on some daily stretches then. But for now grab your legs as low as you can go.”

“Yes, sir,” she said and grabbed her lower calves.

He cupped her sex with his hand, and he could feel the heat coming from her most intimate region. Smacking her pussy a few times elicited a small cry from Carmen, and he could tell it was the first time anyone had ever done that to her.

Breaking in a virgin to BDSM was an intoxicating experience. No one would need drugs or alcohol when an experience like this was available.

She had the most delectable ass with such pretty pink folds blushing against her creamy pale skin. Her beauty made his heart lurch, and he caressed her ass, her warm globes feeling heavenly under his touch. When he spread her cheeks to inspect her asshole, her whole body tensed.

“Relax,” he said.

“That’s easy for you to say,” she muttered.

He laughed. “The point is for you to trust me, become comfortable with me exploring your body.”

“It’s embarrassing,” she whined.

“It shouldn’t be. I want your body to belong to me. Everything about it is beautiful. Allow me to enjoy it. Do you think you can do that?”

“I guess so.”

“Did you mean to say ‘Yes, sir’?” he prodded.

“Yes, sir,” she said, sounding like a chastised schoolgirl.

“That’s more like it,” he said, spanking her ass before wetting his thumb between his lips, then slowly inserting it into her rear entry. She flinched, but remained silent.

“Good girl. Relax and it will start to feel good.”

He found her lips with his other fingers and worked them in and out of the womanly folds between her legs. Dipping in and out of her ass and her pussy at the same time had begun to arouse her. Her hips shifted slightly to meet his attentions and she coated his hand with her sweet nectar.