Ronan
I squeeze my fists for the tenth time since leaving the hospital. My palm is itching. And not because I’d like to take my anger out on Daisy or hurt her in any way. I’m not a fucking monster.
While we were in the hospital, I saw the sad, regretful look on her face, and I could see just how bad she felt for letting me find her like that and for scaring the ever-loving shit out of me.
I have plans for her when we get home. Mostly I’d like to just hold her. Kiss her. Feel her heartbeat and her breath and soak in just how alive and healthy she is, but I can’t. Not yet.
Daisy wants to know what it’s like to be mine, and I intend to show her.
But before I do that, I have to take care of her first.
“You need to eat,” I say in a cool command when we get into the apartment. She’s standing by the door, looking defeated. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head.
“Okay,” she replies compliantly before disappearing into the bathroom to wash up.
While I pull out the meals Agatha prepared for us, putting them in the microwave, per her instructions, I think about how much things have changed with Daisy in such a short period of time.
In just a week, she’s become so much more to me than a mysterious girl that fascinated me. She’s quickly risen to a place in my life that scares me. More than Julia. More than Shannon. More than my ex-wife and more than any other woman in between. I wish I could understand why.
Aside from the fact that Daisy is beautiful, smart, and funny. This is about more than her good qualities. It’s about the way she makes me feel when we’re together. The way she makes me feel about my own life.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words, and never stops—at all…
That’s how Daisy makes me feel. Like I have more life left to live than I let myself think. Like I might have more love left to give.
The microwave beeps and I pull out the plate, setting it on the table for Daisy, with silverware and a glass of water. After she comes out of the bathroom, I point to her plate and say in a cold, emotionless command, “Eat.”
She swallows, moving toward the table without arguing.
I might be overstepping, but Daisy told me she wanted me to be her Dom. Fuck, she calls me Daddy, like she’s been dying to do it since the moment we met. Well, if she wants me to treat her like she belongs to me, then this is what she gets.
And she hasn’t seen anything yet.
Wait until I get her to the bedroom.
I’m letting my anger force my decisions, and I shouldn’t. I need to calm down. Think clearly.
But then I keep seeing her on the floor of the bedroom, fearing the worst. She doesn’t take care of herself. She treats herself like she’s expendable, and it grates on my nerves more than I expected it to.
After today, the whole thing will be forgotten and we’ll go back to the way things were. But for now, she owes me.
When she’s done eating, I take her plate and kiss the top of her head.
“Are you still mad at me?” she asks, and it nearly breaks my heart. She must feel awful because this is not the same girl who fought me off when I tried to carry her home with me, after finding her sleeping in her van. The remorse on her face is real.
“No, Daisy. I’m not mad at you.”
“Yes, you are,” she argues weakly.
“No,” I bark. “I’m not.” But I can see why she thinks I’m angry with her. I sound angry.
Her innocent, round eyes gaze at me as if she’s waiting for more. “But…” she whispers.
“But I still want to punish you.”
Her soft, white eyebrows pinch together as she whispers, “Punish me?”
My cock twitches in my pants. “What did I tell you I was going to do if you were bad, Daisy?”
She swallows, her lips parting as she leans in ever so slightly. “Put me over your knee.”
“I think you deserve that. What do you think?”
“Yes,” she replies without hesitation.
She looks petrified, her eyes wide and her breathing shallow.
“Yes, Daddy,” she adds in a small voice, and at that, my cock practically jumps.
“Good girl, Daisy.” I kiss her forehead. “Now go take your clothes off and wait for me on my bed.”
She nods, forcing in a deep breath as she walks away.
After she’s disappeared into the room, I take my time cleaning up the plates from dinner. I want her to wait. I want to take my time with her, and if I rush in there too eager, she’s going to see me crack. And I can’t have that.
So, when I’m ready, I unbutton the sleeves of my shirt and walk into the bedroom. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at the floor while she waits. At the sound of my footsteps, her head snaps up to stare at me with anticipation.
I stop in the doorway. We’re doing this a little backward, but everything with Daisy has been unconventional, so I’m not really surprised. Even still, I need to make sure I don’t really hurt her.
“I need to know you consent to this, Daisy.”
“I do,” she replies quickly. Her voice is a sweet wisp of warm air. It almost makes this both harder for me and more appealing. I know behind that innocent face and pretty voice is a girl who is tough as nails. She’s been through hell. She’s survived on her own. She doesn’t need me, but I know she wants to pretend she does.
And more importantly, I know that she wants this.
The punishment, the penance, and the forgiveness.
“If it becomes too much for you, just say red, and I’ll stop. Understand?”
She nods, those big blue eyes gazing up at me wantonly.
“You have to say red, Daisy. If you tell me to stop or that it hurts, I won’t stop. Is that clear?”
I watch her chest rise and fall with each breath. Her knuckles turn white as she squeezes the down comforter in her fists. I can see her trembling from here.
“Yes. I understand.”
As I walk toward her, her breathing picks up, but her eyes don’t leave my face. She’s gazing at me, as if she’s searching for something. When I sit down on the bed next to her, I don’t say a word, I just pat my lap and stare at her expectantly.
Without a word, she lays herself over my legs, baring her naked ass to me. My mouth practically waters at the sight.
Everything about this feels different. We’re not at the club. This isn’t a woman experienced in being a sub or being punished. This isn’t someone I don’t have intense emotional feelings toward. In some way, I feel as wholly unprepared for this as she is. But I still want it.
Probably ten times as much as normal.
My hand rubs large circles over each cheek of her ass, loving the way she squirms and trembles with my touch.
“We’re doing twenty, and you will count each one. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs.
“Nice and loud,” I say, just before raising my right hand and letting it land with a smack against her ass. She lets out a squeak, but mostly bites back any other response.
“One,” she announces.
Without giving her a break, I do it again. And again. And again. Each time hearing her count through gritted teeth and a low whine.
She starts to writhe, letting out a yelp each time. Her ass is a solid red now, and I take a break to rub the raw flesh, watching the way the color changes to white with my touch.
My cock is so hard, it’s aching beneath her, and every time she shifts it feels like heaven and hell combined.
“You know why I’m doing this, don’t you, Daisy?”
“Because I didn’t eat today,” she says in a high-pitched whine.
“Because you scared me, baby. You scared the fuck out of me. Now I want to hear you scream and cry and thrash, because at least then, I’ll know you’re alive and well. Scream for me, Daisy.”
She shivers under my hands before whispering, “Yes, Daddy.”
With that, I lift my hand and spank her right on her raw, red flesh. It’s easily the hardest smack, even making my hand sting, but she does as I said. She lets out a pained scream, kicking her feet on the bed so that I have to hold her tighter against me with my free hand.
“That’s my girl,” I reply, before spanking her again.
“It hurts!” she cries against the mattress.
“Count, Daisy. Or I’ll have to start over.”
“Sixteen,” she sobs.
The last four smacks hurt me as much as they hurt her. I know she wants it to be over. I know she hates it, but I can tell by the way the sweat beads on her back and how even when she begs me to stop, she knows I won’t, that Daisy likes the punishment.
It may not be in my nature to want to bring her pain, but seeing her take it so well has an arousing effect on me.
She’s thrashing against me, screaming into the bedding as I rub her tender ass. When I slip my fingers between her legs, I feel the pool of arousal there, and I let out a growl. At my touch, her screams turn feral, low and needy. I drag my hand back up to her ass, and her hips move in search of my touch.
“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” I say, squeezing her ass in my hands.
“Touch me,” she cries out.
“Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whines. “Just please, touch me.”
“My girl is so needy,” I mutter, sliding my fingers back to her aching core. I spread the moisture of her cunt through her folds, opening her up and teasing her with my touch. She’s squirming and moaning, her breaths coming out as pants and gasps. I’m being gentle when I know she wants it rough.
As I plunge one finger inside her, she lets out a husky groan, stretching the sound with the movement of my hand fucking her slowly. When she gasps, I know I’ve found the spot, and I add a digit, thrusting in a rhythm that renders her speechless.
“Is that the spot? Right there? Tell me, Daisy.”
“Yes,” she replies breathlessly. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
Her legs are spread open, and her weight on my cock is exquisite as I watch her unfold on my lap. The muscles in her legs tense and her toes curl, right as I feel her body tighten with her cunt pulsing in my hand.
“Yes, baby. Come for Daddy.”
She lets out a gasp for air, just as her body begins to soften, letting her breathe.
I can’t hold back another moment. Shifting her body face down on the bed, I stand up and quickly unbutton my pants, unleashing my aching cock. She lets out a yelp as I yank her ass to the edge, her toes barely touching the floor as I center myself on her wet core and force my way in.
The feel of her body swallowing my cock is breathtaking. Her cries and yelps as I fuck her, thrusting in hard, mixed with the sound of my body slapping against hers, is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“Look what you do to me, Daisy. You make me fucking crazy.” My words come out in clipped grunts with each thrust. I’m going to lose it if I don’t slow down. So I pull out, leaving just the tip at her entrance, and freeze there for a moment.
She moans and writhes, pushing back to impale herself on my cock, and a groan crawls up from my chest at the sight.
“Jesus Christ, baby girl.”
I pull out again, and she thrusts back hard, her needy pussy chasing my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Tell me you want it, baby.”
“I want it, Daddy,” she cries. The bedding is a mess now, her fingers clenched tightly around it as she uses the bed as leverage to fuck herself with my dick.
My balls begin to tighten, and my cock threatens to blow, so I grab tightly onto her hips and pound into her hard. Slamming her body against the mattress, I shout, unloading inside her.
When I’m finally fully spent, I lay my body against hers. She can probably feel my heart beating against her back. Feeling my breath against her ear, she turns her head and finds my mouth, kissing me softly with her perfect lips.
That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve done a lot of shit. Daisy has me rethinking everything I thought I knew about myself. And while I don’t ever look forward to hurting her like that again, I have to admit that seeing her grow with that pain and struggle changed me. And here I thought I was too old to learn something new.
