Dear Diary: Book 7 in the Love Daddy Series of Standalones Read online

  It’s like he’s keeping it from me on purpose.

  Mean Daddy.

  Anyway, having something inside me makes me think of him all the time. Even when I’m doing something else, it’s like he’s with me. Telling me to be a good girl, to make him proud…it also has me taking more trips to the restroom to clean up the mess between my legs because…yeah, no panties.

  Mean Daddy.

  Okay, well, he just called. He said he cancelled his appointments for the rest of the day and I need to come downstairs because he’s waiting and he’s taking me home.

  I told him I had more work to do, but he wants what he wants. And that’s me. He told me to be a good girl and get my stuff and meet him out front.

  So, I’m off. Doing as I’m told, because…when he calls me good girl? It’s everything.

  xoxo

  * * *

  I walk out the lobby of the office building, and my pussy is already pulsing.

  It was close to impossible to concentrate for the rest of the day. Not just because of the butt plug, but because of everything.

  It feels like the crazy dreams I had when I was little and had Scarlet Fever. Wild and exciting and scary. Impossible to find the line between reality and delirium.

  So many of the things I’ve written about for so long are coming true. It’s going so fast, it’s giving me whiplash.

  Now, as I step out into the balmy late afternoon and glance around, my belly flip-flops as I spot Jack leaning against the back of his gleaming black stretch Bentley at the curb. The sounds of New York fade away I chew the inside of my lip and walk toward him.

  The sensation of walking with the plug inside me feels like I have a naughty secret.

  He stands with his hands in his pockets, surveying me. The sense of ownership he has as he looks at me makes me lightheaded, the gleam of pride and possession in his eyes makes me unsteady. When I stand next to him, his glorious full lips curve into a smile.

  “How was the rest of your day, baby?”

  I stifle the urge to sob and beg for his cock again. “It was…fine. The usual, nothing out of the ordinary.” I say on a dramatic shrug.

  Totally lying.

  He chuckles.

  It’s no use. He knows exactly how to pull my strings.

  “Get in, babygirl. Bounce that sweet ass all the way to the other side.”

  I shift from one high-heeled pump to the other. “Bounce?”

  He gives me a knowing look. “Is that a problem? My princess has some royal protocol about getting in the car I should know about?”

  I lift my brows and realize he's enjoying this. He knows exactly why I don’t want to bounce across the seat. It’s not taken me long to figure out some of the do’s and don’t’s of life with a butt plug inside you.

  Biting my lip, I take the challenge. I slide into the limo, stifling my moan when the plug thrusts upward with each movement of my backside across the leather seat.

  When I’m settled, I notice that the partition is already up, blocking the driver’s view of us.

  Jack slips in behind me, then pulls the car door shut and reaches to grab my nape as the car starts moving, his mouth closing over mine. A satiated moan leaves his lips to vibrate on mine.

  He is as tormented and needy as I am. At least that’s what I hope.

  I'm wild when he frees my mouth. With a moan of protest, I clutch the lapels of his suit jacket to pull him over me. Gripping my wrists, he pries my fists off his clothes and settles himself in the seat across from me, then leans forward and buckles the lap belt across my belly.

  “Take your clothes off.”

  I freeze. “Here?” I look out the windows at the city passing on all sides.

  “You’ll never earn what you want unless you learn to trust me.” He grabs his crotch and I realize he's already hard and thick in his pants. “Say ‘yes, Daddy’ and get to work.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” My trembling hands are already at the hem of my sweater and I pull it up and off. It’s not much of a struggle to strip my sweater, but when I reach for the waistband of my skirt with the seatbelt in place, I have to wiggle and shift and wiggle and shift to release the button and zipper on the back.

  With each move, the plug makes its presence known and I look up to see the delight in Jack’s blue eyes.

  “I like to see you struggle to give me what I want.”

  I raise my eyebrows at him, lifting myself as much as the seatbelt will allow and strain to pull my skirt off. It feels like it takes forever and with every grunt and difficulty, the joy in Jack’s eyes grows.

  “Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” I mock, finally getting the fabric out from under my rear end.

  “It’s your job to be sure I do,” he answers as I tug my skirt down over my knees and kick it away on the toes of my heels and as I do, one flies off nearly hitting Jack in the forehead. “Careful.”

  “Sorry?”

  He shakes his head and shifts his hips, and his hands reach for his belt and I’m sure I’m in for a stinging introduction to his belt. I’m frozen watching as he snaps his tongue over his top teeth eyeing me.

  “You’re not naked. Keep going.”

  I reach behind my back, undoing the clasp of my black lace bra. As it falls off my breasts, I arch my back as Jack pulls his cock and balls free of the confines of his pants leaving his belt in place.

  I expect him to get on top of me. Or order me to suck his cock. Instead, he leans his back against the door and regards me with cool silence. Teasing me with the thick, swollen length of his perfect cock. One arm hangs over the side of the back of the seat, the other laying limply on his thigh.

  “I'm naked.” I eye him with caution, unsure what game we are currently playing but knowing he has a plan of which I am unaware.

  “I see that.” He rubs his lower lip with a thumb. His eyes are fierce in the low.

  We stare at each other. I watch his cock twitch and the bead of glistening pre-cum pops over the head, making my mouth water.

  “I want to lick that.”

  His jaw hardens. “Good to know. Get that plug out.”

  A rush of heat winds through me. “What? Here?”

  “Yes, baby girl. Take it out. Tell me how it feels while you do it.”

  Shyness swoops in to silence me.

  “Take off your other shoe, put your heels on the seat, slide down as much as you can, then spread your legs wide so I have the best view possible.”

  He flicks a button and a small light illuminates the space between the seats. Great. A spotlight.

  I moan and shift my hips forward, hoping I can tempt him to fuck me instead, but it doesn’t work. Spreading my legs, I feel a hot gush of my juices.

  “I'm going to ruin your seats.”

  “You’re making them perfect. I’ll smell your pussy every day. This is just the beginning. Your sweetness will eventually be everywhere. If the cops ever have to check the car for bodily fluids, it will look like a crime scene back here. Now get that plug out.”

  I hold the base of the plug and give it a gentle pull. My body resists. Biting my lip, I close my eyes. I drop my head back onto the seat and give it another slow tug feeling my opening stretch around the foreign object.

  “Ow,” I hiss.

  “Tell me what it feels like.”

  “It hurts but makes me want to cum at the same time.”

  “Keep going. Keep telling me how it feels…”

  I wince as the thickest portion of the plug pulls at my tight muscle. “It feels like I can’t open up anymore, like I can’t get it out…” The pitch of my voice rises as panic sets in. “What if I can’t get it out?”

  “Calm down. It went in, it will come out. Hold it right there for a second…”

  I do as he says, watching as he crouches forward, his face above my pussy. He spits and I feel it run down my hot open folds, then it’s his fingers, spreading my juices and his saliva onto the plug and my tight ring of flesh.

  “There, no
w try again.”

  I hiss on an inhale and slowly pull, feeling my body open, the slickness easing the way.

  “I hope you like it, because that plug’s going to get bigger and bigger, I need to prep you for my cock.”

  “That’s a very big cock.”

  The plug finally eases out of my body and I feel an erotic sense of relief.

  “I know.”

  “Now what?” I hold the plug by the end, dangling it between my open legs. A sense of pride swells inside me that I did as he asked. I pushed through my fear to give him what he wanted.

  “Put it in there.” He nods toward the little mini bar to my right, where there is a small plastic bag lining a crystal glass.

  I do as he says, looking back to see his cock is standing upright. The tip is a deep, angry, crimson color and the size is otherworldly.

  “Now, rub your clit. Show me how you play with yourself when you think of me. Because I know you think of me.”

  I purr. “How about I play with your cock instead? He looks like he needs attention.”

  He snaps his fingers between us. “My way. Get to work.”

  I slide my fingers down my open lips, rubbing through the juices, moaning as the tender nerve endings burst in delight.

  “It’s not fair. I want to touch you.”

  “It’s not always going to be fair, baby. Better get used to that.”

  I do as he asks, playing and closing my eyes and showing him what I do when I’m alone, but every time I hover near an orgasm, he orders me to stop.

  Once. Twice. Three times.

  I let out a frustrated groan as he sits there, calm and silent, his magnificent cock twitching, clear droplets running out of the tip.

  “May I touch you pleeeease?” My fingers work my clit, trying to trick him into allowing me to cum.

  “No, you may not, but I do appreciate your polite inquiry.” His voice is low. “Slow down. Don’t you dare cum until I say so.”

  “Please, let me cum. I’m so close, Daddy…”

  “Stop touching yourself.”

  I do as he demands, then clutch my hair in both fists, clamping my legs shut. “I'm going to die! Is that what you want? You want to kill me? Teasing me with your cock all the time. Orgasmic frustration can be deadly, you know.”

  “Shhh, drama queen. Touch yourself. Slower this time.”

  I open my legs, bringing my fingers back down as I release a needy moan.

  “Chastity’s in heat.”

  “I said please!”

  “Don’t be petulant, little one,” he answers as the car enters a lower parking garage, slowing then it comes to a halt. He reaches over and unbuckles the seatbelt, squeezing my chin. “Sit up. You are my toy, not the other way around. Best you keep that in mind.”

  He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it down my back and over my shoulders. “Push your arms through.”

  His face is so close. So handsome in his own rugged, rough way. I can’t help it. I glide my lips along his bearded jaw and he doesn’t pull away. I do it again as he tugs the jacket over my tits.

  I look out the window to see the same driver as the other night, standing just outside the car.

  “Let’s go,” Jack commands leaving no room for questioning.

  He taps on the window and the door opens. The driver stares at the ground when Jack helps me out of the car. I'm naked underneath this jacket. But the private elevator doors are only a couple steps from the limo.

  “Where are we? I thought you were driving me home?”

  “I did.”

  I’m confused as we step into the elevator, which has a keypad, a fingerprint sensor and emergency buttons only. Jack punches in a number and the elevator lurches upward as he comes over and leans down to kiss the top of my head, his hands cupping my cheeks.

  “I’m not sure I understand…”

  “You’re home. This is going to be your new home. I won’t have you living in that apartment. The neighborhood is dangerous, and I looked up your landlord, he’s a dick. You’re not going back there unless you are under armed security and you are with me. It’s my job to keep you safe now, baby, and I take that responsibility more seriously than you can probably understand.”

  “I can’t afford this.” I am fairly sure this is where he lives, but he’s not giving me much to work with and I don’t like charity. “Anyway, I’m always careful. I carry my mace and—”

  He cuts me off, bending my head back to look up into his brilliant eyes. “The fact that you think you need to carry mace only makes me more sure you’re never going back there. And money isn’t a concern. That’s the end of the conversation.”

  “You’re bossy.”

  “I can be.”

  The elevator dings and he presses his finger to the sensor on the panel. Almost instantly, the doors swoosh open, and I step into a new life, a life I still don’t completely understand.

  Chapter 14

  Jackson

  My back is tense, my pulse frantic as we exit the elevator into the back entryway of my penthouse.

  I hear her draw a sharp breath as she looks around. My preparations have been carried out perfectly. Alice hasn’t forgiven me for being an asshole the other day, but she is still the best at what she does and would never let me down.

  Candles flicker on every flat surface, illuminating the wide-open living area and the thousands of vases full of every pink and green flower in Manhattan sit everywhere.

  “This is…beautiful. Pink and green are my favorite colors too.”

  “I know. I took note.”

  Her voice shakes along with her fluttering hands, pushing out the end of the sleeves of my suit jacket, looking like a perfect little girl. I stifle the urge to lay her down right here and take her completely, but I need to wait.

  I step behind her and reach for my jacket. She releases it as soon as I pull it away, offering no resistance, and in an instant she's naked, glowing perfection in the middle of the candlelit apartment.

  Her eyes flutter as she looks up at me. “I can’t believe someone would do this for me.” She smiles, crinkling her nose. “Wait, this is for me... isn’t it?”

  “Yes, good girl, it’s all for you and this is nothing.” I stroke her cheek. “I’m going to lay the world at your feet.”

  She turns toward me, and I draw a deep breath pulling her close. Her breasts crush onto my shirtfront. Her hands trail up my body as she presses her soft little belly against my thick erection, making me growl. Stroking her bare arms, her neck, her back, I reach down to cup her ass and dig my nails in. I bare my teeth as I savor the delicious curves filling my palms.

  She lifts her mouth for a kiss, and I relish the feel and taste of her.

  I pull back, tugging her by my side, walking this stunning girl around the open kitchen first.

  “Wow, again.”

  “All for you.”

  On the gleaming white granite counter there are bags of flower, sugar, cake pans, a new commercial copper KitchenAid mixer, measuring cups, spoons…everything I could think she might need to be twirling around this kitchen baking, I had delivered.

  “This is crazy.” Her hands press to her cheeks as I keep the tour going, showing her around the guest bedrooms. My office. A comfortable little home theatre and then onto the terrace. She covers her breasts as the early evening air hits her body.

  I shake my head.

  “No one but me gets to see you, baby. I’d kill anyone who laid eyes on your body. Every inch of you exists for me.”

  Her shoulders straighten. She squeezes one breast lightly before releasing it. I notice the twinkling gleam in her eyes.

  I turn her to head back inside the terrace glass doors. “There’s more to see.”

  I pull her behind me along the living room and push open the massive double doors that lead to the bedroom that will now be ours.

  She sucks in a breath, her eyes wide. “Wow. Again. Wow number three.”

  “We can redecorate it howev
er you’d like. I think your fuzzy beanbag chair would look great over by the window.”

  When I moved here five years ago, I took a few hours, looked through some recent Architectural Digest magazines and picked out a decorator who had just finished remodeling and decorating some whop-tee-do old-money trust-fund brat’s penthouse not far from my building. I didn’t care about the who’s who of it all, but I wanted my place warm and inviting but polished and sleek.

  As well, I didn’t want to waste a lot of my time on the back and forth, do you like this, do you like that…I wanted to point to a few pictures, say ‘this is what I like, now make it happen, here’s your budget’ then get back to work.

  That’s what I did, and the caramel, off-white, warm wood and bright modern art have been comfortable for me. But if Chastity wants the place to look like an old farmhouse or a gold-gilded Austrian palace, so be it.

  “Are you serious?” She gives me a puzzled look. “I mean, we really just met. I appreciate you helping me. The hospital for starters, saying I live here now… But truth, I still have this feeling this is some sort of game and I’m the only one that doesn’t know I’m playing.”

  I pull her to my chest. “No game. But, truth? I know it doesn’t make sense. All logic tells me so. But here,” I point to my heart then to my mid-section, “and here in my gut, there’s something I don’t doubt, and it’s a feeling I’ve never had before. Like you are family, a lost part of me that I know I’ll never live without again.”

  I feel her body fill with a long breath as she shakes her head. “I’m walking around naked. And, I feel comfortable. It’s all so strange.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with strange. I’ve been a risk taker all my life and I’ve done pretty well with it so far. This is my biggest risk yet, but you know what, baby?” She looks up with those trusting green eyes. “It’s also going to be the biggest payoff ever.”

  “This bedroom is bigger than my apartment. Two of my apartments.”

  She’s looking like a little girl walking around, touching everything. A little girl I want to corrupt.

  I turn toward the paneled wall and press into the wood with both palms. The controls activate, and the walls slide apart with a muted whirring sound.