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

  I’ve found my Daddy. Now I can only pray nothing will ever take him from me.

  Chapter 11

  Jackson

  My skin sizzles as I taste her cum.

  I lick and drink it down like it’s the antidote to a deadly poison. I lap and swallow before my eyes drift upward, watching. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot.

  “Good girl.” I clench my teeth tight to keep my own cock under control. My balls are ready to heave but I’ll save my cum for her from now on. My own hand will never quench the thirst she’s created in me.

  She's gasping, her sweet, soft body in spasms as I stand, turn and step back. Her knees are open and high, her feet dangling in the air.

  “Don’t move,” I tell her as her climax begins to subside and her knees start to fall together. “Keep your legs right there.” I can’t believe how much fun it is just watching her.

  Her panties off. Her clothes still on. God, I can only imagine the pleasure she will give me when I finally fuck her.

  My throat is dry. My cock is so hard the skin stretches painfully around the blood-filled shaft. I feel the twisting veins that wrap around throb.

  I step around my desk and roll my chair in front of her to sit. I reach down and adjust myself trying to find a more comfortable position for my relentless hard-on, but it fails.

  Chastity turns her head to the side, peering at me with tousled hair stuck to her cheek.

  Her eyes widen as she sees me sitting there, watching her. She pushes onto her elbows, shifting preparing to sit up.

  I roll my chair forward, gripping her ankles and shove her bent knees back wide, placing her back into the position I told her to hold. Her asshole and pussy lips exposed, all for me.

  I release her legs and lean back into my chair. “Stay, I said.”

  “Why?”

  She fidgets, and her thighs quiver as she holds the uncomfortable position.

  For me.

  Her obedience is a salve to my ache. It’s her way of telling me she is mine.

  “Stay.” My voice is like a whip in the room, but Chastity eyes are still searching, waiting for me to answer her ‘why?’. “I don’t always give explanations.”

  I stand, moving to her. This time, I pull her ankles high up in the air with my right hand, and with my left hand I bring down my open hand onto her ass hard.

  She cries out as the smack resounds in my office. She squirms and tries to pull back.

  I smack her again, my jaw hard, then drive my middle finger into her sopping pussy, feeling her resistance tighten around it. The proof that she will give me the pure gift of her virginity has need ripping through me like a rusty razor.

  “Ow.” Her back arches, lashes fluttering, and I’m about to lose my mind. “Daddy.”

  The whisper of my name is a binding. Her walls clasp around my digit as I press my thumb to her hard nub and circle until her desire peaks. Her orgasm rocks her harder than the first, her cries rising to the ceiling then tumbling back down as I memorize every sound and nuance.

  When she’s panting, her eyes unfocused, I pull my finger out, place it to her lips as she opens without command and sucks it clean.

  “I said stay,” I repeat, calm and resolute.

  There are tears at the corners of her eyes as her chest rises and falls with gulps of air, but she nods. “Yes, Daddy. Sorry, Daddy.”

  “There is one more thing you will remember to say. Especially when I let you come. Thank you, Daddy.”

  She nods. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “That’s my good girl.”

  I release her ankles and sit back down. I fill my lungs until they burn, holding my breath, trying to stop time because I want to live in this moment. This joy.

  When I can’t bear it anymore, I unbuckle my belt, unbutton, unzip and free my dick.

  She can’t see me. Her thighs block her view of my face. All I can see are her full, ripe young hips, her pussy coated with her juices.

  I stroke my cock trying to calm the need for just a moment. “I want nothing more than to rip your pussy open with my cock. Feel that warm honey that’s spilling out of you drip down my balls…let that cunt mold itself to the only dick it will ever know. It will take shape around me, exist to please me.”

  She shivers and I see her pussy clench.

  Her legs begin to tremble from the strain of holding them up. Her hips jiggle.

  She clutches the backs of her thighs to hold the position.

  Her struggle to obey my commands pleases me to my core. Power pulses through me and I want more.

  Her silky liquid arousal spills from her opening and down her crack, pooling on the desk below. My mouth is dry as I watch a drop fall in a shimmering line onto the slick, black surface as she looks like a sacrifice resigned to her fate.

  “The scent of your pussy drives me crazy.”

  Her legs are quivering harder. Her face cinched up in effort.

  “You just need to hold yourself there a little longer. Don’t stop now. You are pleasing me very much.”

  I stroke my dick in slow movements, watching her predicament. Pre-cum oozes out, making my fist slip up and down, imagining how she will feel around me. Just as I’m about to come, I stop.

  The next time I come, it will be inside her.

  I shove my hard length behind my zipper, securing my pants and belt back into place.

  “Oh, God!” she whines as one of her legs falls to the side. She grabs it, but it’s no use.

  With a snarl, I get up and yank my chair closer to the desk. Her legs fall to the sides and she throws her arm over her eyes.

  “I tried.”

  “I know you did. You’ll learn to do better but you are a good girl. I’ll give you what you want.”

  I take my suit jacket off and loosen my tie.

  I clutch her breasts through the soft pink sweater and squeeze, then shove my hands up her belly and underneath her bra, feeling the smooth, flawless skin. She squirms and lifts her arms high up over her head. I bend down and she gasps in shock as I bite her inner thigh, surveying the meal spread before me.

  A sweet waft of the scent of her pussy hits me. Grabbing her thighs, I pull her ass off the edge of the desk and bury my lips into the sweet wet place between her thighs.

  My skin burns with the need to have more, my impending orgasm at the brink, making my cock pound and pulsate.

  Spurts of pre-cum spill from the swollen head but I'm in heaven. Chastity is screaming and my head is buzzing. She claws at the desk, her thighs spread, her hips churning against my mouth.

  I stop sucking, pushing my tongue into her tight virgin hole.

  “Oh, God,” she gasps.

  I tilt my head to one side and then the other, plunging into her sweet-smelling pussy. When I flick my tongue against her clit, she lets out a sound that tells me she’s close.

  I slide my tongue flat, my gaze focused on her face. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, her hair wild around her head. She rides my mouth like a sweet angel should.

  “A good, dirty girl. My dirty girl.” The words are muffled. I slide my greedy tongue along every crevice, every curve, sucking, licking, fucking her. And then with a growl, I burrow my nose into her and inhale, shoving my tongue as deep as her resistance allows.

  She cums on a squeal as I continue to pump in and out. I fight back my own groan of pleasure as I rub my nose on her clit as I continue to fuck her sweet cunt with my tongue.

  “I think you like Daddy’s special kisses,” I whisper onto her pussy as she shudders and another orgasm takes over.

  Sliding my tongue up along her slit, I suck her hot, swollen clit until she’s flailing, her hands pushing my head away.

  “Daddy, owww, it hurts now.”

  “You want me to stop?” I look up to see her face twisted between pleasure and pain. I flick my tongue on her swollen clit and she jumps.

  “Please, Daddy, stop,” she whisper-whines on a pout.

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sp; “I like when you say please.” I sit up, giving her open pussy a soft pat, then lean back in my chair, our eyes locked together. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”

  For a moment, I just watch her, willing her to defy me again and find out what other punishments I have in store. She’ll learn to follow without question, to ask for what she wants, to trust in me. For now, it’s enough that she’s come this far.

  I’m in my own heaven, thanking God she’s back after my own stupidity almost fucked up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

  It doesn’t take long for her face to take on that serene look of contentment, and her eyes close.

  “You’re mine now, little one. All of you.”

  Chapter 12

  Chastity

  Diary Entry…Three Weeks Prior

  Dear Diary,

  OMG, New York is just so not West Virginia. There’s a sex sort of shop a few blocks from the building where I work. Today after work, I got the courage up to go inside because they had this onsie in the window with ‘Daddy’s Little Monster’ printed across the front.

  The place was U.N.B.E.L.I.E.V.A.B.L.E.

  Maybe I’m not so twisted after all because the THINGS I SAW! Lololol And, you know what? I was so embarrassed walking in, but there were two ladies there working and they said hi to me right away and idk, maybe they could tell I was a total noob because they made me feel so comfortable. They were so normal.

  Before I knew it, they were showing me vibrators, talking about dildo’s…I didn’t have any money but they gave me a catalog on my way out and I’ve spent an hour going through it and circling some things.

  Who knows, maybe someday my own Prince Charming Daddy will make all my catalog dreams come true.

  Gotta go. I need to finish up this PowerPoint presentation for Sasha. She’s presenting the team’s (my) idea for the packaging update on an anime inspired clothing line. I’ll be up probably all night so I doubt there will be time for any Daddy dreams.

  xoxo

  * * *

  Tears roll down the sides of my eyes, pooling in the curve of my ears.

  I didn’t know it was possible to come so much. It’s pleasure and pain and wondrous and horrible. There isn’t a word invented yet to describe the sensation of orgasm after orgasm lifting me then dropping me over and over until my ears feel like they will pop.

  When Jack strokes a hand over my thigh, I relish the simple touch, a contrast to the urgent, greedy contact I’ve received since he set me on top of his desk.

  I begged him to stop, overloaded and overwhelmed in the moment, but now all I can think about is the first brush of his cock at my opening. How much I want him inside of me. I turn my head to look, just as he pulls my skirt down to cover my thighs.

  “Please, Daddy,” I manage. “I want you.”

  He shakes his head. His eyes are narrowed, and two veins are swollen on his forehead. I can only imagine how the fat veins in his cock are holding up.

  “You need to earn my cock, baby girl.”

  I turn to my side on the desk and lift myself up to a sitting position. “Tell me how and I’ll do it. I want…” I look at his crotch, his cock straining against the front of his pants. “Don’t you want me?”

  “Of course, I do, baby. Someday very soon, sweet one, I’m going to fuck you in such a way, you will never ever ask me that again.”

  “Please!” I beg, ready to throw myself at him.

  The backs of his fingers stroke my cheek and I turn my face toward the touch, flicking my tongue over his finger. Anything I can get. I want his fingers. His cock. His balls in my mouth.

  “What are you doing?” he asks.

  I peer at him sideways, while sucking his fingertip, his knuckle, anything he’ll give me. “I want to suck your cock.”

  His breath escapes through clenched teeth.

  I see that he likes it. He likes me dirty.

  I bite my lip and his expression hardens. I know he wants me. It feels good to play.

  “I want, I want, I want…” I repeat like a toddler with my bottom lip out. “I want you to teach me, Daddy.” He grabs my face. “Ow!” I yelp as he squeezes my cheeks against my teeth, removing the pout from my mouth as he brings our faces together, nose to nose.

  My scent still on his breath. His beard. “Who do you think you are?”

  “I’m me and I want you.” The words come out muffled and weird, considering his fingers are squishing my lips together. “Put your cock in my mouth right now. Please, I mean, please put your cock in my mouth. In my pussy, somewhere. Please! God dang it...”

  He shakes his head. “I tell you what to do. You do it. You need to show me that you can do that first. I’m in no rush to get myself off. A good Daddy has patience. Lots of patience. When I fuck you, it will be the right time, the right place, at my discretion to decide.”

  I growl at him in frustration.

  Jack leans down to my ear. “And, when I do, I’m going to take you raw. Daddy’s going to come inside you, baby. You’ll feel my cum dripping out of you all day.”

  “Stop talking like that, it’s only making it worse!”

  “Shhh. Be a good girl.” He brushes his lips along the shell of my ear and I moan, clutching his shirt in handfuls to draw him nearer.

  He pulls back, releasing my face and tugging my hands forward off the desk and I land on my feet. I look around for my tattered panties, spotting them where they landed on the couch, and he chuckles.

  “I’ll keep those.” Picking up the torn shreds of my black lace panties, he brings them to his face and inhales, his blue eyes blazing as he looks at me. “You’re not allowed to wear panties anymore.”

  “Not allowed?” I ask, confusion and exhilaration mixing inside me.

  “That’s correct. There will be rules for you from now on. Rules I make. Rules you obey. Rules you break. Consequences you take.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I answer on a sigh.

  “If I want your sweet pussy in panties, I’ll tell you.”

  I nod, my nipples drawing tight.

  He pulls open a drawer in his desk and reaches inside. I see a flash of something shiny as he holds it in his hand and tips his head, beckoning me.

  “Come here.”

  I step forward and he holds the item in his up-turned palm.

  “Look familiar? It will be my job from now on to know what you want, what you need, and it’s at my discretion to give it to you.” He holds it out and I know what it is immediately.

  It’s the butt plug I’d circled in the catalog. On the round end of the plug it says ‘Baby Girl’.

  How did he know?

  I bite my lip, my cheeks burning. I do want it. But I never thought in a million years that I’d have to admit it. I assumed it would be a dirty secret between me and my diary and the catalog.

  He pops the plug into his mouth then pulls it back out.

  My pussy is jealous. I know just how good that mouth feels.

  I bite my lip just as he licks it again. “Pull your skirt up and bend over.”

  I stiffen as he pushes my head down into his crotch where I feel the hard length behind the zipper.

  I claw at his thigh. Rubbing my face onto him. That’s all I’ll get. Inhaling deeply, I tense, waiting…

  He pulls one of my ass cheeks aside, exposing me, and I shut my eyes and hold onto his leg.

  “Have you ever used a plug before?”

  “No…” I hiss as I push my parted lips over the shape of his cock, tasting fabric and sucking it as the slick wet saliva-coated plug makes contact with my back entrance. My knees knock together and he presses his hard cock into my face.

  “Relax, baby girl. I’ll go slow. Damaging you is not my purpose. Reminding you who you are is.”

  I take a deep breath and exhale as I hear the sound of spitting, then the warm wetness of his saliva drips onto my exposed back entrance. He does it again and again, his fingers rubbing the slick wetness around my opening. A moan escapes through my g
ritted teeth as the novel pressure of the cool tip of the plug makes all my senses come alive.

  I shake and clench my eyes shut again.

  “Oww.” I wince as he pulls it back, then slips it forward, pulsing it in and out, feeling my body yield to the insertion.

  “Breathe, baby. It’s almost in. It’s starter size, it won’t hurt you.”

  I dig my fingernails into his thighs as he fucks my ass in slow pulses with the plug. Stretching me. I’m lightheaded and something wet lands on my calf, dripping downward.

  “Look at you, dripping all over your legs, you dirty girl. This plug reminds you who you belong to, but it is also preparing you for me.”

  He thrusts against my face just as the butt plug pops inside. I gasp and Jack gently guides me back to standing.

  “Do you feel me inside you?” he whispers and I nod. “Good. You will always feel me with you from now on. There will be many ways I will assure you of my ownership. Right now, it’s with this.”

  He reaches down and pushes the end of the plug upward with his finger the broad base keeping it in place.

  The foreign object is so vividly present between my ass cheeks, I take a moment to submit to its presence. Jack lifts the side of my skirt, gives me a hard smack on my ass cheeks, then kisses my forehead.

  One more smack makes me gasp, then he puts my skirt back in place and nods toward the door.

  “Now get back to work. Make me proud.”

  Chapter 13

  Chastity

  Diary Entry…Earlier Today

  Dear Diary,

  What a day. I wanted to be so mad at him when I saw him in the office upstairs. He owns the company, and lots of others so he could have anyone. Anything he wanted, I’m sure.

  But, there’s something in my heart that tells me to trust him, and after being together today, I can say having a Daddy could be even way better than I ever thought. Except, after he put the plug inside me, he sent me back to work without even a taste of his cock. Or a touch.