Time Out (Daddies Know Best #5)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Hudson

The only thing I don’t like about this moment is that I don’t have her under my own roof.

“What’s that place?” she asks, pointing out the window of the guest wing kitchen while I straighten up the pizza boxes and wipe down the counter.

“Oh, that’s an old guesthouse. Or, more like quarters for house staff. This house was built in stages, starting in the early 1900’s, then added on, updated, and so on. That was built when the first part of the main house was built. No one lives there now.”

I want to tell her I used to live there. When Jackson first hired me, I had a felony record, no money, no friends that were good for anything but another slippery slope back to Hudson Correctional. Except Wilson, but he had Kensie and I didn’t want to put that kind of pressure on him.

It would be better to have Fay in my house, our house, wandering around under my roof with all the same wonder in her eyes I see right now. That would be the only way to improve on this moment. The fire damage is repaired, and the place is almost back to livable, but I’m not putting her anywhere that isn’t perfect like her.

I know she thinks this place is mine. I haven’t told her that directly, but right now with the sight of her and the way she danced on my toes like my perfect little girl, all that seems like distant details.

The way she enjoyed the pizza, too. God, it was a sight to behold. I love every inch and intend to taste them all.

“It looks sort of like it’s out of a fairy tale. All stone and ivy. Can we go see it?”

“Of course, baby.”

I need to make her mine. Right fucking now. I’ll be planted inside of her, and she’ll never be rid of me.

I may not be the billionaire that owns this house, but my life is on point. I can take care of her forever and give her everything her little heart desires. I’ll be the man she wants and needs, but first I need to claim what I already know is mine.

I sent a courier back to the club as well, to retrieve her stuff. I talked to Wilson last night to make sure he got whatever belonged to her and secured it. It was sad as fuck when the driver dropped off her belongings.

She had a tattered Minecraft backpack stuffed with two changes of clothes, toothbrush and toothpaste, and some other toiletries, along with a couple tattered squishy sort of stuffed black dogs.

Why is she carrying her stuff like that? Like she’s going to stay at a hotel for the night? The whole abandoned house and the depressing contents of her backpack tell me a story I need to put a happy ending on.

There was also a prepaid cell that was out of minutes, and her wallet with seven dollars and fourteen cents, and a library card. It all made me angry, and my drive to keep her and take care of her expanded inside of me exponentially.

What’s a soft, sweet beauty like her doing out in the world alone?

I shake my head. I’ll find out, but I know this, she will never be alone again. I don’t think I’ll ever let her out of my sight, to be honest. I feel my heart already ripping apart at the very thought of her going back out in the world without me.

I didn’t let on, and find it concerning and confusing that she hasn’t asked about her things, but again, these are all details. My cock and my need to make her mine convince me we can deal with the details later.

With her wrapped in a thick, faux fur blanket, I crouch down when we get to the back door leading to the path toward the little guesthouse.

“What?” She squishes up her nose, looking down at me.

“Hop on. You don’t have any shoes. I’m not going to let you walk on the cold, wet ground in bare feet.”

The joy drains from her face as she tucks in her lower lip. “It’s okay, I’ll walk, it’s not like it’s snowing.”

She forces a smile onto those pink lips I’ve barely been able to stop kissing since last night, but I snap my fingers and jerk my thumb toward my back.

“Climb on, or I’m going to tear up that ass in a way you won’t like.”

She hesitates. “I’m not really a little girl. I mean, you obviously know that. It was Chubby Chasers night—”

I stand bolt upright in a flash, spin her around and flip up the tail of my dress shirt she’s wearing, tug down the light blue pair of boxers she picked out from the pack I had in my room, and deliver three fast, hard swats to her gloriously jiggling bottom.

She hoots and hisses and I give her three more on the other cheek, watching her flesh rise in red heat. The sight of those plump, round butt cheeks quivering after each blow has me ready to blow.

“That hurts!” she whines, but I ignore it and crouch down again, reaching back to wrap my hands around the backs of her calves and pull her forward.

“I warned you. When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. Now, you’re going to have to say you’re sorry, and I’m going to teach you what sorry looks like when we get to where we are going. Now, get on my back, do not try Daddy’s patience.”

With a growl, the softness of her ample tits are against my back and I easily stand, shrugging her into place, my forearms supporting her behind her knees while her arms wrap around my neck. I feel more like myself giving this girl a piggyback ride than I think I have in my entire life.

I walk the long stone path with the fall breeze kicking up the leaves around my feet, crunching some of the fallen ones with each step as Fay bounces against my back. The warmth of her spread pussy centered on my spine makes me dizzy, knowing that very soon I’m going to feed her womb with the load I’ve been saving, but not before I give her a good hard mouth fuck for disobeying me.

Inside the small structure, I’m relieved the heat has been left on, so it’s warm enough for her to get naked and not feel cold. The place is furnished like a five-star suite in warm, modern whites and neutrals, with colorful artwork on the walls. It’s a wide-open space with the stone cut away during a remodel to leave the entire back wall in floor to ceiling glass, the back part of the tree-lined property looking like some Hudson River Valley artist painting.

She’s got those wide, trusting, seeking eyes, and I want to shove my cock down her throat until she gags and cries, but I don’t want her cold.

Fuck, these new feelings are weird.

I lower her down to the stone floor, then turn around to grip the top of her head with my hand like a claw and push down.

“On your knees, little girl.”

“What? Why?”

“I told you. You were going to apologize.”

“Okay, then, I’m sorry.”

“You’re going to apologize with your mouth, and it won’t involve words. More like a special sort of time-out. You ever been in time-out before?”

“I don’t think so.” She shakes her head, her hair brushing across her shoulders.

“Well, it’s a punishment and a treat. From now on, when I say ‘Time-out’, you get on your knees, got it?”

She offers a wary look, but I’m done with talking.

I center her on the floor, kick the door closed behind us and immediately work my belt and pants open, holding my hard length in my fist like a weapon aimed at her sweet, shocked face.

“Open,” I grit out. “I need my dick sucked, and it’s your job to do it.”

I rub my hand over the swollen head, pre-cum and cum already seeping out. As I reach forward and grab the back of her head she yelps but I growl, baring my teeth.

“You’re a mean Great Dane.” She says on a pout but then quickly let’s her mouth fall open, tongue out.

“That’s Daddy’s pretty girl.”

I feed the angry knob head between her lips as she stares up at me with fear and lust.

“You know what to do, baby?”

She shakes her head, the warmth of her tongue glancing the underside of my dick, making me shiver.

“You want to be rough, but gentle. You want to keep your mouth wide, but watch your teeth. Suck and lick and treat this cock like it’s your favorite toy, because that’s what it’s going to be from now on. Take Daddy’s dick in your mouth, and if you’re a good girl, you’ll get a prize at the end.”

I shove several girthy inches into her mouth, and she starts to gag right away. It’s a lot, I know that, but fuck me, I love watching her suffer a little for me.

“Good little slut for me. You’ve wanted a mouthful of my cock since you first saw me, haven’t you?”

Saliva already spills from the corners of her mouth, eyes watering as her hands flutter up my thighs.

“Take your shirt off while you suck. I want to see those tits bounce while I fuck that pretty little girl mouth of yours. You’ll learn how to fall to your knees and apologize whenever you make Daddy mad from now on. And no crying and whining later like you didn’t know what was coming when you misbehaved.”

Her fingers quiver as she fumbles with the buttons on the shirt. She looks so innocent and even fucking younger on her knees like this, with my dick between her lips. But she’s moaning between the gagging and choking, and that tells me everything I need to know.

Fat tears start to dance on her cheeks as I pump my hips in and out, giving her little breathing room between each stroke. I pull at her hair, opening up her throat to feed her more of my dick, my balls starting to smack on her chin as she wiggles and her tits bounce.

“Get your hand between your legs. I know that pussy is sloppy and ready for me. Your tears make me harder. I can’t stop thinking of how sweet you taste.” I’m mouth fucking her hard as she struggles to stay on her knees, nearly crumbling to the floor, but my hands are tangled in her hair at the sides of her head, keeping her where I want her.

I speed up my strokes, then slow down, wanting to feel every nuance of her mouth, listening to her stuttered breathing.

“You like when Daddy forces himself on you. You like being taken hard, like a dirty slut, crying and choking, while deep down you have to admit how much you like it. How much you want me to take what’s mine, no matter what you say.”

Her hand slips through the gap of the boxers and the movement of her fingers makes wet, sloppy sounds.

“I hear your pussy answering for you. Saying, ‘I like when Daddy forces me. I like when he holds me down and puts his cock inside me, tells me to be quiet and take what I have coming’. I hear it. I smell it.”

Her eyes are wide, focused on me, and all the while her throat is taking it like a champ.

“Shove two fingers inside. I want you good and ready for what’s coming next.”

The depraved thoughts and words come from a part of me that I didn’t know I had. Fay doesn’t fight, she seems to be connected to me on this journey, and as harsh as I’m treating her, in my heart all I feel is love.

Fucking love.

“I’m going to fill your belly, baby. First, down your throat, then, right up against your womb. Choke on it!” I bark as I shove myself down, down, beyond the point she deserves. Her tears turn to violent sobs vibrating around my girth, down my shaft and into my balls. “You’re doing so good, you get your prize now.”

I blow, in a long hot burst down her throat. The muscles in my back and thighs turn to knots, the orgasm blasting through me, blinding me for a long moment. If it wasn’t for the way I have my dick lodged in her windpipe, holding me steady at my center, I’d be on my knees with her.

Her slick, thick spit mixes with my hot load, hanging in long strings from her chin, glistening down her tits, but oh, God.

When I come back to her, I hear it.

Feel it.

Her fingers are slapping and working her sex, her own orgasm winding her up and letting her go as I withdraw from her gaping, stretched lips.

She goes off with those unfocused doll-like eyes.

“Daddy,” she croaks, swaying and moaning as she starts to shake and jerk. “I want my Daddy.”

Fuck, I don’t lose one bit of my hardness, and in an instant I’ve got her over my shoulder, stomping toward the bedroom where I spent many long nights years ago, contemplating my life and future.

Never did I imagine I’d be here now, ready to throw my future wife down on the very bed where I’d slept. Ready to fuck a baby into her belly while she looks up and begs for Daddy to not hurt her anymore.

Jesus, it’s a beautiful, perverted sickness she’s awakened in me, and there’s no putting it to bed ever again.

I drop my pants, then yank the boxers from her legs, leaving her spread wide and fully on display for me. I fall to my knees and slide my tongue against her, making sure she’s primed and ready for what’s about to happen.

A rush of her sticky sweetness meets my eager tongue, and her cries mingle with my own moans as I look up to see her tits heaving, fingers twirling her nipples, head lolling to the side. The softness of her body hypnotizes me.

“So fucking perfect. My little girl is perfect,” I moan into her slick opening. “No other girl will ever be as beautiful as you.”

She’s soaking and pulsing, as ready as she can ever be for what’s happening. So I’m back on my feet, fisting myself in slow strokes, and it’s time to stake my claim.

“Other girls,” she mumbles, and some of the glee fades from her eyes as she pulls a shoulder to her ear. “You’ll have other girls, besides me?”

The question is so ludicrous, it almost doesn’t register, but the devastation that marches across her face gives me focus.

“Girls? You think I’ll want other girls?” I shake my head, the idea that I’d ever look at anyone else so outrageous, I’m almost numb at the thought. “The minute you took that stage, there were no other girls in the world in my eyes. I’m wrecked. You own my balls, my dick, my heart…whatever other part of me you want, baby. Daddy only has eyes for his baby. But you should understand, there will never be anyone but me for you. I’ll end anyone that tries.”

I reach up and take her tits in my hands, squeezing hard to drive my point home.

“If you think a spanking and a hard throat fuck were punishment, just try looking at another man, Fay. You won’t like how that turns out for you.” My voice shakes at the thought. “Or him.”

“I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

“You want who?” I growl, lining up my dick at her hot teenage opening. God help me, I love that innocent look on her face. The sight of her spread and ready for me, her pussy wide and welcoming, has me so close to the edge I don’t know if I’ll ever come back from this.

Her bare pussy lips and the excitement returning to her features has her hips rising up in offering.

“I want Daddy,” she gasps as my heart pounds and I slowly push forward. Her juices are generous and flowing, and my dick is so hard it’s torturous. My eyes roll back at the contact, and I wince, feeling that tightness, wondering if this in reality is going to work.

“So tight. So small.”

“So big,” she mutters in return.

“I know, baby. But you have to take Daddy like a good girl, remember? It’s your job now to do the things you don’t want me to do with anyone else, isn’t that right? You want me to find another girl to do what you won’t?”

God, I’m a bastard, but that has her shaking her head.

“No!”

“It’s your job, remember? Otherwise, I have to find another girl to do your job if you won’t…”

That would never happen. She’s already got my cock on a string and my dick would be as limp as overcooked asparagus if any other woman even tried to get near me.

I give her another thrust, stars scattering my vision from the sensation of her clenched opening holding me back.

“If you want to make me happy, you need to let me in. This is a very special moment for us. A moment a Daddy only gets once with his little girl, and I want you to always remember the first time Daddy made you his. A grown-up girl, just for me.”

“Oh, God.” She clenches her teeth, hands reaching for me, and I clasp my fingers into hers.

“I know, baby. Sometimes Daddy has to take it from you, but you’ll always tell me how good it feels, won’t you? My cock makes you wet. Makes you shake and want more. Make sure you always let me know how much you love and need my cock.”

My blood pressure is skyrocketing as she bucks at the pain of my entry, and I feel a smile tugging at my lips as I watch her struggle to take what I’m giving her.

I dig my knees into the side of the bed, giving me a better angle to get into her untapped pussy. I loom over her as she battles between the pain and trying to make me happy, as my fantasies take flight.

I pin her hands to the bed with mine, applying slow even pressure with the swollen head of my cock, brushing my cheek against hers until my lips are against her ear.

“Here it comes, baby. Daddy’s putting his cock inside you. Tell me you like it. Tell me you like having secrets with Daddy.”

She hisses at the entry, her innocence tearing away as I breach her tiny opening, her body quivering under me.

“It feels good.” Her voice cracks, but her wetness surrounds my dick, dripping down the shaft as I try to force-feed her virgin body a few more inches.

She’s clenching and gasping as I pump my hips in small thrusts, taking her little by little, feeling her start to relax, which only serves to urge me on.

My cock swells as my motions quicken. I could nut right here, but I want it all. I want to feel her cervix, the walls wrapped around me from tip to nuts. I want our bodies as close as they can be.

I know I’m well-endowed, and she’s battling to take what I’ve got, but the farther I go, the more she wiggles and battles me, and it only makes me harder.

“Don’t fight me, little girl. Daddy always wins. You said it felt good, now you need to make me happy and finish what you started.”

“But it hurts! So much…” She tugs at my hands, but I keep her pinned, my weight on top of her. “Daddy, please.”

I stall, giving her a breath, then say the words I’ve been holding back since I got my first taste of her.

“Look at me,” I demand, twisting my head, raising it so she can look me in the eye as I hold myself still inside her tight opening. “You know Daddy loves you.” My voice hints at the anguish those words release inside me as I give her another pump. Her eyes are on me now. “Daddy loves you, but he can’t stop.”

“This is how you love me?”

Fuck.

“Yes, baby. Daddy’s loving you right now. You feel so good. So, so good.” My hips start to piston, her words and the way she’s looking at me creating a new frenzy inside me. I’m thrusting and grunting and cursing as she arches under me. I drop myself onto her and give her everything in a single thrust. “I’m sorry, baby, just a little more.”

“Our secret,” she whispers as I nod, and she starts to move with me. “It feels good. It feels so good now.”

“That’s my good girl. So good.”

I need her to be as addicted to me as I am to her. I want to bust inside her, but I feel her start to pulse and relax as I move in and out. I release one of her hands, propping myself up just enough to get my thumb down between our bodies and find her clit, making her moan.

“That’s it. Daddy’s is going to be the only dick you’ll ever have. I’ll be the only one to give you pleasure, and I’ll make it so good, you’ll be ready for me whenever I’m needy.”

I drive in and out in slow but complete strokes as I strum her hard nub, her juices dripping down my balls.

“You ready to take Daddy’s seed, baby? I want you to milk it out of me. Come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you love how I fuck.”

“But what about…shouldn’t—” Her words are lost in the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking her, and I clear up any questions she was about to ask.

“I’m coming inside you, baby. I can’t stop it. God, now, baby, now.” I groan into the air as she moans under me, thrashing around as her orgasm takes over. My own savage release takes me by the nuts and roars up my shaft, delivering hot cum deep into her soft body, and I already know I love her.

My possessiveness takes over. I want her marked and scented with me from this day into forever.

She’s made me crazy already. But now she owns my soul. I’m connected to her in ways I didn’t know were possible.

I’ve never had an orgasm so strong before. It’s like I’ve kept things down so deep, waiting just for her, that now she’s here they’ve ripped from my body and released finally into hers, binding us together forever.

“Be still, baby,” I growl when I finally feel I can speak again. “Daddy’s not done with you. There’s more where that came from.”

Her wide eyes are unfocused, but her tongue dances on her lower lip, her cheeks rosy.

“Okay. I’ll take good care of you.”

“I know you will. Every day I’ll be needy. I’ll teach you lots of things I’m going to want you to do for me, and you’ll do them all.”

I stroke her clit and fuck her hard to another orgasm, pride filling my chest that I’m the source of her pleasure, knowing she’s mine for eternity. I’m hers and she’s mine.

That’s my thought as I pump, pump, pump, finishing with another hot round as her eyes roll back, and her body goes limp.

When I’m finished, I carry her, half conscious, upstairs, and settle her in the king-sized bed. Then I tend to her sore, battered pussy with some warm cloths before letting her lick our combined juice and her virgin blood from my cock in what feels like the kiss at the end of the ceremony.

A ceremony we will have very soon.

She’s mine, and I want the world to know. A ring on her finger, a baby in her belly.

And my name on her lips from now until eternity.