Something about Melanie was different. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was yet, but something about her had changed. He’d noticed as soon as he walked inside. Gone was the enthusiastic, happy to see him, girlish woman who greeted him with a “Daddy!” when he walked in the door, running up to kiss him, despite his stink. In her place was the surly, spoiled, stubborn woman he’d picked up from the bus stop just a few short months ago. The woman who really didn’t want to be here, the woman who thought farm work was beneath her. The woman who didn’t want to get her hands dirty.
The change was abrupt, but clear. What had happened in a couple of hours to make her change so completely?
He glanced at his hands. They’d gotten wet fixing the water leak and the dirt he’d been squatting in to do the repair had stuck to the water and now his hands were filthy. He ran them through his hair and shrugged. Nothing a bit of soap wouldn’t fix.
“I’m off to take a shower. Can you please put the kettle on for me?”
“Do I look like your slave?”
Her snarky response was so swift, so unexpected, that he simply stood there, dumbfounded. Had she actually refused his perfectly reasonable request in such a rude, callous way?
“Do you want a spanking, little girl?” he growled, far harsher than he’d intended.
“Do I look like a want a spanking?”
“It certainly sounds like you need one.” His voice was calm, but inwardly, he was confused and fuming. What was going on? Why was she acting like this? Why was she being so disrespectful? She definitely knew better.
“Whatever.” She turned her back on him and flounced off, defiance oozing from her every pore.
She was worse now than she’d been when he’d picked her up from the bus stop. Back then, she’d been sassy and rude, but it had been an attitude born of fear, despair, uncertainty. Now, it wasn’t that at all. This attitude now was of one who knew the boundaries, knew the rules, and was deliberately crossing over them to make some kind of point, even though she knew what would happen. This attitude now was the display of a spoilt brat who was used to getting her own way, and threw a tantrum when she didn’t. It was the attitude of a stroppy, entitled, bratty little girl.
He had to stop it. He had to nip it in the bud right now. If he could, he would find out what had caused it, but if she didn’t want to tell him, there was nothing he could do about that. In any case, her rudeness and defiance couldn’t continue. Grumpy, he could tolerate. But he could not and would not tolerate this.
“Melanie!” He roared her name, so loud and so harsh that she jumped, startled, then shrank slightly. “Look at me.”
She hesitated at first and then finally, slowly, she obeyed. If she’d turned any slower she wouldn’t have been moving at all, but slowly, she pivoted until her face came into view. She held his gaze defiantly.
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“So there’s no excuse for your rudeness, then?”
She didn’t reply. But she proudly held his gaze, so he knew she had heard him, she was just choosing not to answer. Fine. He sighed. If she wanted to be that way, he would just have to remind her who was boss. He fixed her with the sternest glare he could muster. He expected her to shrivel under it, but she didn’t. She stood still, proud, the defiant tilt of her chin telling him she wasn’t afraid.
“Come with me, little girl. I’ve got a much better use for that rude, disrespectful mouth of yours.”
She looked at him and blinked. Was the man mad? Did he actually think she was going to meekly follow him to her punishment and take it without protesting? She was done with this; all of it. Why didn’t he get it? She didn’t want to be here anymore. Her body language was making that abundantly clear. If he couldn’t see that, or respect it, that wasn’t her problem.
“No, I don’t think so,” she argued. “If you’re going to find some creative, nasty use for my mouth, you’re going to have to catch me first.”
He was faster than her, much faster, but she had a good three-second head start on him and by the time she’d dashed out the open ranchslider and sprinted down the lawn, he was still leaping off the deck.
She ran, pumping her arms, her heart pounding, but she could hear Blake gaining on her with every step. The fence was looming closer… she wasn’t going to make it. She grabbed the top rail with one hand, ready to vault the fence, and a strong arm went around her waist and she was hauled backwards against a solid mass. Damn.
“What were you saying, little girl?” he growled in her ear before flipping her upside down and tossing her over his shoulder. If she’d thought he’d stunk before, it was nothing compared to the odour wafting off him at close range now. Fixing the water leak had obviously been hot, sweaty work, and his shirt was sticky, smelly, damp, and dirty.
“Put me down!” she shrieked. “You stink!”
He answered her by swatting her butt. Hard.
“Ow!” she yelled. Blake’s hands were hardened from so many years of outdoor work and although they could caress her so gently when he wanted them to, when he flattened his palm and whacked her like that, his hand felt as hard as a board. Her backside stung where he’d smacked it and in the precarious upside-down position she was in, she couldn’t even reach back to rub it.
“Why am I in trouble for stating the obvious? That’s not fair!”
“Your attitude is what’s not fair, little girl,” Blake growled. “You are not allowed to speak disrespectfully to Daddy.”
The firm grip he had around her thighs, holding her in place, reminded her of just how much stronger than her he was. She gulped. What had she just gotten herself into?
Blake carried her all the way inside. He paused to shut the ranchslider and lock it. Dread knotted her insides. This couldn’t be good. What was he locking the door for?
She squirmed on his shoulder, twisting her body, trying to wriggle free, but Blake held her fast, just as she’d known he would. “Where are you taking me? What are you going to do?” She hated the frightened tone in her voice. She hated that she sounded like a scared little child, so very different to before.
“I’m taking you upstairs to my bathroom,” Blake told her. “And you’re going to learn what happens to naughty little girls who disrespect their daddies.”
She wanted to apologise, to tell him that she was sorry, to beg him to let her go, except that she wasn’t. Not really. And although she tried to fight it, a tiny little part of her, the part deep inside that held all her secrets, quite liked hearing her daddy’s stern, scolding voice. The threat of impending punishment had that tiny little part of her excited, wanting to find out what her daddy intended to do, even if the rational part of her knew she wouldn’t like it very much, whatever it was.
“Oh?” she asked him, a sassy, flirty lilt to her voice. “What happens? Are you going to spank me again?”
Blake chuckled, sending a little quiver of fear down her spine. “What I have planned for you will be far more effective than a spanking at teaching you to watch your mouth.”
That little quiver of fear intensified. Oh, god. Exactly what was he going to do?
Once inside the bathroom, he kicked the door shut and set her down, holding her shoulders until she was steady on her feet. He stood in front of the door, blocking it with his body, and slowly stripped off his pants. She wanted to run. The pounding of her heart was so loud in her ears she was surprised Blake couldn’t hear it. The air was too thick to breathe.
“Come with me, little girl,” Blake commanded, pulling her by the arm over to the sink. She stumbled trying to keep up with him, but if he noticed, he didn’t care. The quiver of fear inside her wasn’t so little anymore. Now, she really was frightened. Deep down, she knew Blake wouldn’t hurt her, not really, but she had no doubt he was fully capable of administering the very effective punishment he’d promised.
“On your knees.” He pushed on her shoulders and she obeyed, dropping to her knees on the cold tile floor. She wanted to run, but she didn’t dare. Not when Blake had that stern ‘don’t mess with me’ look on his face and he was bossing her around in his firm, dominant voice.
She gulped as Blake went right up to the bathroom vanity and leaned into the sink. He turned on the tap. She couldn’t see what he was doing from her position on the floor, but when he turned back to her, his cock was covered in thick lathered soap.
“Open your disrespectful mouth, little girl,” Blake growled.
The second she did, he thrust his soapy cock into her mouth, grabbing the back of her head so she couldn’t move, and pushed his cock all the way to the back of her throat.
Oh, god. The taste! It was terrible! Tears filled her eyes as she gagged, not just from Blake’s huge cock in her mouth but from the awful taste of the soap. Bubbles dribbled down her chin and slid down her throat, even though she tried so hard not to swallow them. There was no escaping. Blake held her head fast and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, moving it around, thoroughly soaping her mouth.
“I told you I had a good use for that disrespectful mouth of yours,” Blake growled. “Now you can suck on Daddy’s cock until that dirty mouth is all clean.”
She tried to protest. She tried to pull away. But her mouth was filled with soap and cock and Blake held her still and she was powerless to fight against any of it.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and her throat burned from gagging as Blake fucked her mouth for what felt like forever.
Finally, he pulled free.
“Have you learned your lesson, little girl?” he asked her sternly. “Are you going to speak respectfully to Daddy from now on, or should I soap my cock up and start again?”
“I will be respectful!” she insisted through a mouthful of soap. She couldn’t understand a word of it, but Blake must have, because he looked down at her and nodded.
“Good girl. You can get up now and spit that soap out, rinse your mouth a bit.”
She scrambled to her feet, spitting into the sink frantically, cupping her hands under the tap and scooping the fresh water in her mouth, rinsing and spitting repeatedly, but nothing got rid of the awful taste. Soap was stuck in between her teeth, it felt like it was on her tonsils, it burned the insides of her cheeks. And the water barely helped at all. Bending over the sink, desperately rinsing her mouth, she glared at Blake out of the corner of her eye. Did he really not get it? She didn’t want to be here anymore. And thrusting his soapy cock in her mouth like this definitely didn’t make her want to stay.
“Are you going to be good now?” Blake asked, his tone light, carefree, almost amused. Right then, with the taste of soap still so strong in her mouth, trapped in his bathroom with him when she wanted to be in California, she hated him.
But she pushed her feelings aside and nodded meekly. She didn’t want to provoke him any further, not after that punishment. She felt totally let down by it—the anticipation that had been building in her stomach, arousing her slightly, thinking about a spanking, was replaced by disappointment and shame. Aside from that one swat as he’d carried her inside, he hadn’t spanked her at all. He’d just used her mouth for his pleasure and her discomfort, as though she was a toy he could do with as he pleased. She felt small. Used. Horrible.
“You can go downstairs then, get yourself a drink if you want, get rid of that yucky taste in your mouth.” He touched her cheek gently, his stern stare softening slightly, calming the fury that raged within her. “Behave,” he warned her. “I’ll be down soon.”
Drinking didn’t help. Neither did eating. No matter what else she put in her mouth, the disgusting taste of the soap remained. Trying to distract herself, she opened up her laptop and searched for flights. She didn’t have enough money, but maybe in a couple more months, if she saved up all her wages, she just might be able to wangle it.
“Auckland to Los Angeles, huh? You had enough of me already?”
She jumped at Blake’s voice directly behind her; she hadn’t heard him come down the stairs. Had she had enough of him? Five minutes ago, she would have said yes. But his deep voice in her ear now, the shadow his gorgeous body cast over her, the gentle way his strong hands massaged the kinks out of her shoulders as he stood behind her, made her not so sure.
“Well?” he prompted, ceasing his massage and reaching around to rub his thumb gently across her cheek. “Do you want to go back to America? Is that why you’re so grumpy?”
She shook her head. “No. Yes. I don’t know,” she whispered. “My best friend, she’s having a baby. To the guy I lost my virginity to. It’s like a betrayal, you know?” She turned her head to look at Blake and he nodded solemnly. She looked back at her computer, her eyes downcast. She didn’t want Blake to hear her next words: “And I want to be a part of it.”
Blake’s hands stilled on her shoulders. “If that’s what you want to do, little girl, I’m not going to stand in your way.”
“But will you keep my job open for me?”
Blake looked sad as he shook his head. “I can’t, baby girl. I need the help. If you wait until winter, when it’s quiet, I could manage without you for a few weeks, but right now it’s the busiest time of the year.”
There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she nodded. She couldn’t bring herself to ask the other question she wanted to ask. She wasn’t brave enough. If she asked him if he would let her come back, not as a staff member but as her partner, what would he say? What would she do if he said no? She bit her lip. She was better off not to know.
“Come here.” Blake lifted her out of her chair and spun her around so she was facing him, then drew her into his chest and hugged her tight. He didn’t say anything, but his gentle strength, the steady beat of his heart, soothed her and slowly, she relaxed.
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