Daddy Morebucks Blurb:
She’ll
go from the streets to the penthouse.
The
price? Submission.
From
the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not
just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he
offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was
the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat
faster and her own body which ached with need.
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back
into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back
into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire.
Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows that what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?
Excerpt
They
ate their meal in silence, the only noises being the clinks of silverware on
plates and glasses tinkling as they drank and enjoyed the tasty meal.
“Do
you care for any wine?” he asked.
Remembering
what Milton had said about him not liking his girls to drink alcohol, she shook
her head no.
“No,
Sir,” he corrected her.
She
finished her bite and dutifully answered, “No, Sir. Thank you for offering,
Sir.” She could play that game with her eyes closed.
“Well,
I’m going to have a glass of merlot, though I do like to keep my head about me
during a scene. You should too.”
“I’m
fine, though I did have some drinks earlier.”
“You
did?”
“Yeah,
but don’t worry. Milton told me you don’t like your girls drunk, and this food
sopped up all the alcohol in my system, so no worries, Sir.”
He
sat quietly sipping his wine and considering her.
“Would
you like dessert?”
“Sure!
I mean, yes, Sir.”
He
looked surprised. “Oh, well, then I’ll call down for something. Maybe we can
have it later. What would you like? Cake? Crème brûlée? I could see what the
specials are…”
“Crème
brûlée. I’ve always wanted to try that.”
He
used a phone in the corner to order two crème brûlées before returning to his
seat.
Marley
finished her potatoes and leaned back in her chair, her tummy contented. “Thank
you, Sir. That was delicious.”
Unable
to read him, Marley decided it was time to get this show on the road. The
sooner he was finished with her, the sooner she could get some sleep. Lack of
sleep was catching up with her. The different noises and random commotion that
went on throughout the night at the shelter kept her awake. If she was lucky
she could crash here and find a new place tomorrow.
Locking
her eyes with his, she slipped out of her chair onto the floor and crawled on
her hands and knees around to his side of the table. Setting her hands on his
knee, she attempted to push back his chair. But it didn’t go as smoothly as she
had planned. The chair didn’t budge.
“What
are you doing?” He wore a bemused expression.
“I
was going to ask you if I could please worship your cock, Daddy.”
“Sir,”
he corrected. “And I will be the one to tell you what to do, young lady. You
are out of line.”
Marley
sat back on her heels, deflated. “Oh. Sorry. Sir.”
“My,
my. You are a little slut. I think you’ve earned a spanking for that little
stunt. Come up here and lie across my lap.”
Obediently,
Marley draped herself over his lap, her bottom over his knee.
Slowly,
he pulled her dress up around her waist and yanked her panties down to just
above her knees.
“Marley,
do you know why I’m disciplining you?”
“Yes,
Sir. Because I was naughty.” Her voice sounded strange since she was upside
down.
“It
is because you are to do what I ask of you, not take the initiative.”
“Yes,
Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“The
rules were explained to you before you got here?”
“Yes,
Sir,” she lied. She didn’t have any idea she wasn’t supposed to do that. Hell,
she thought he would like what she
did. But she’d lie there for a spanking for five G’s.
“Then
you have earned a punishment for your impudence. Do you understand?”
“Yes,
Sir.” She steeled herself for whatever was to come.
She
flinched when his bare hand slammed down on her naked rear end. Another blow
rained down, eliciting a cry from her lips. She clenched her muscles.
“Don’t
tense up. Relax. Ease into the pain. It will make it easier.”
“Yes,
Sir.” Her voice a whimper, she took a deep breath and tried to do as he
instructed.
More
swats landed on her ass. She imagined it must be getting red by now.
He
was right. Not resisting was helpful. Embracing the sting helped her ride the
wave of pain as he smacked her posterior.
She
moaned under his hand and was grateful when he ceased the spanking and began
rubbing her aching cheeks. Gently, he slid his hands over her skin, massaging
her hot globes, easing her distress.
“Mmm,
thank you, Sir,” she purred, disheveled and drunk with endorphins.
“You’re
welcome,” he said quietly.
His
fingers dipped down and brushed across her pussy lips. She strained, wanting
him to touch her. This was strange. She didn’t usually become aroused on her ‘dates.’
She carried lube for that reason.
When
he inserted a finger into her opening, she was surprised that her cunt was so
slick and welcoming.
“You
must have liked your spanking, little girl. I can feel how wet you are.”
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Author Bio -
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been
fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all
too human. “I’m interested in the kind of relationships people have in real
life. So I write about my characters’ messy, unpredictable, and inexplicable journeys
to love.”
If there were another 5 hours in the day,
Normandie would spend more time needle-pointing and playing with photography.
Instead, she’s a Pinterest and Twitter addict who loves sports and the color
pink. She lives on a farm with her husband, a passel of children, and a pet pig
who’s crazy for red bull.
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