Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) Read online

  “What do you think?”

  “That you need a release. You hold everything tight. Just let it go. You’re safe. I’m here.”

  “I can’t.”

  “This will help you.”

  A spanking? For real?

  He slid her panties over her bottom. She tensed then relaxed as he massaged her ass. “You should be punished for thinking badly about my baby blue. And you need the release.”

  She let out a breath as he ran his finger down between her ass cheeks.

  “If I’m wrong, I’ll eat you out every night for a week.”

  “You’ll do that anyway.”

  “Fine. Twice a day for a week. You drive a hard fucking bargain.”

  She thought it over. What did she have to lose? And if it eased the darkness for a while . . .

  “All right.”

  He slid her panties down further. “Grab a pillow. In case you want to scream into it. Not that I care . . . far as I’m concerned you can yell all you like.”

  Scream? He thought she would scream? What was he planning on doing exactly? But he let her wrists go so she could grab a pillow. She placed it under her head, holding it tight.

  “Don’t tense, baby blue. It will make it worse.”

  Fuck!

  His hand landed several times, stealing her breath. Oh fuck. Shit. He meant business. He didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. Each smack felt worse than the next. To the point where she let out a few yelps, muffling them in the pillow.

  Say your safeword.

  No.

  You can’t take any more.

  No.

  Stubborn fucking bitch.

  She hated admitting she couldn’t handle something. But she also wasn’t sure she liked the burn building in her ass. It was throbbing.

  She tried to fling herself off his lap, but he held her firmly. Okay, he meant business. She moved her head, prepared to cry out red when a sob left her.

  Oh, fuck.

  Another sob. Then the tears started. And before she knew it, she was crying. Her body relaxed. The smacks grew softer or maybe they didn’t. Maybe she had just gotten past the point of feeling the pain anymore. She continued to cry.

  And each tear that dripped down her cheeks, left her feeling lighter. Freer.

  “That’s it, baby blue. Let it all out.” He rubbed her back and she realized that he was no longer spanking her. But she was still crying.

  Maybe it was a temporary reprieve. Maybe it would all come flooding back as soon as she stopped crying.

  But for the moment she felt empty.

  Deliciously empty.

  Was this what it was like? Not to live with that darkness inside? To not hear voices whispering at you constantly? To not have to hold your secrets tight, deep down in a box where they weren’t at risk of coming out?

  The only time she’d ever felt this . . . this light was after he’d given her an orgasm.

  She was turned then he shuffled down and pulled her up so she was lying on top of him. He held her tight, the way she liked. He didn’t say anything, didn’t offer platitudes. Just held her and let her settle. When she finally came back into awareness she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. His hold eased and he ran his hand up and down her back, massaging out her tight spots. Not that there were many, not with his constant attention.

  “You hurt my butt.” Idiot. She rolled her eyes at herself as soon as she said that. “I think I have third-degree burns.”

  “Do you need to go to the doctor?”

  “No!” What was with him and wanting her to go to the doctor? Sheesh.

  “Poor baby. Want me to kiss the boo-boo?”

  “No!”

  Yes. Definitely yes.

  His chest moved as he huffed out a laugh. “Oh, you definitely want me to kiss it and make it better.” He cupped it, squeezing lightly and making her suck in a breath.

  “Ouch!”

  “How you feeling?”

  She opened her mouth to say something glib then she forced herself to stop.

  Be real, Jewel.

  “Free. Lighter.”

  She tensed, waiting for him to scoff at her. But this was Pike. Of course he wouldn’t make fun of her.

  Maybe you should start acting like the bad-ass bitch you try to pretend to be.

  “Good,” was all he said.

  “You knew that would happen.”

  “I hoped it would. You take on too much. You’ve got to let it out. And you needed to cry.”

  “Nobody needs to cry,” she countered.

  “Sure they do. I cried over what happened to you.”

  That’s right. He had.

  “And I cried when my old man died.”

  Sympathy filled her. “How did it happen?”

  “Officially it was a car accident.”

  “Unofficially?” she asked.

  “He was taken out by a rival family.”

  “A rival family?” she whispered.

  He nodded. “His death was part of the reason that I don’t want to be involved in all this. Ma took up running everything when Dad died. She didn’t want Sting taking it on until he was older.”

  “Wow.” She couldn’t see the poised and polished Claudia running a criminal enterprise.

  “You’re shocked?”

  “A little bit.”

  “I promise they’re nothing like Maxwell. Nobody that works for our family would harm a woman. Ma would have their balls. Literally.”

  It was a bloodthirsty thought, but she did smile a little at that.

  She settled back into his chest. “It’s so quiet in my head. It’s amazing.”

  “I get it. I had my own demons torment me for a long time. My dad’s death, The Incident, the black-out rage. It took me a while to find some control, some calm.”

  She sat up so she was straddling his hips. She kept her weight off her sore bottom. “Well, if you ever need help, then I’m here. I’m happy to spank you. It really helps. Promise.”

  “You aren’t spanking me, brat.” He slid her over onto her tummy. He pushed up her nightgown to lay kisses along her back.

  “Why not?”

  “I do the spanking. Not the other way around.”

  She glanced over her shoulder at him, a smile teasing her lips. Had she ever felt like this? So happy?

  “Caveman, much?”

  “Totally caveman,” he agreed. “And old-fashioned.” He moved down her spine. “I’m the protector. I’m the Daddy. And I’m the spanker.” He’d reached the top of her ass by now. She shivered as he ran his tongue along her lower back. “Get up on your knees and spread those legs.”

  She whimpered. She could feel her clit throbbing. Her pussy was wet. Was he going to fuck her?

  She moved into position. She was completely on display since her panties disappeared during her spanking, and she knew he was no doubt staring at her wet lower lips.

  “You need me, don’t you?” He knelt behind her, laying kisses on her hot bottom cheeks.

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  He ran a finger over her folds then pushed it into her passage. “Fuck, baby. Fuck. So wet. So hot. Sucking me in.”

  She whimpered as he began thrusting that single digit in and out of her pussy. It felt so good. And yet it wasn’t nearly enough.

  “More. Please.”

  “More?” He added another finger. “Like this?”

  “It’s not enough. I want you.”

  “Aww, poor baby. But I’m not fucking you. Not yet. When the time is right, though, it will be my dick inside you, claiming you, fucking you.”

  She let out a cry at that. She didn’t want to wait. She wasn’t a patient person by nature.

  “But since you took your spanking so well, you do deserve a reward.”

  From what she’d read, she thought the sub didn’t get to come after a punishment. But she wasn’t going to say anything.

  Because she really needed to come.

  He moved behind her, rolling onto
his back with his head directly beneath her pussy. She gasped as he grabbed hold of her hips and brought her pussy down to his lips.

  “Pike!”

  This was insane. She’d never be able to come in this position, right? Hell, what if her legs gave way and she landed on top of him?

  She could suffocate the poor guy.

  All right, Jewel. Now you’re being ridiculous. No one ever died by pussy suffocation.

  Well, if it was going to happen, it would happen to her.

  He gave her sore ass a sharp smack.

  “Hey! Ouch! What was that for?”

  “You’re tense and in your head. Just relax. Me tongue-fucking you isn’t supposed to make you anxious.”

  “I’m not anxious.”

  He took a long lick of her juices and she let out a groan. “Can’t I lie on my back?”

  “Nope.” He circled her clit with his tongue.

  “I can’t concentrate like this.”

  He drove his tongue inside her then. Deep. Once. Twice. She whimpered, her entire body shaking with need. It wasn’t enough. “Tough.”

  “What if I can’t come like this?”

  Two fingers were pressed deep inside her as his tongue flicked at her clit.

  Oh hell. Oh God.

  He ate her. Feasted on her. Drove her higher and higher then he drew back.

  “You can. You will.”

  Yeah, she could. And yeah, she would. Because he had some sort of secret hold over her. Higher and higher he pushed her until her body shook and she was craving that release. As she was near that peak, a barrier came up, attempting to block her.

  A hand smacked her ass, smashing the barrier, then his tongue lapped at her clit until she came with a scream that was probably heard throughout the entire house.

  And did she give a fuck?

  Hell. No.

  An hour later, they’d both showered and he’d helped her dress in a pair of skintight black jeans and a slouchy teal sweater that felt like freaking heaven.

  “You’re coming downstairs to eat,” he commanded.

  “Not hungry.”

  “You’re not allowed to skip meals. I’m not arguing with you about this. Holing up in here has got to stop.”

  “I’ve got things to do.”

  What if Dusty had told them about what she’d called him? She was mortified.

  He sighed then picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

  “What are you doing? Put me down.”

  “No, we could have done this the easy way.” He moved to the door. “You have no one but yourself to blame for this.”

  “Don’t you dare walk through that door with me over your shoulder! You put me down. Right. Now.”

  She smacked her palms down on his back in frustration. Damn him.

  “Nope.”

  “Please,” she begged shamelessly.

  He came to a stop outside a door. That surprised her since she’d expected him to walk with her down the stairs like this. But she now realized he’d turned the wrong way when they’d left his room. Where were they?

  He opened the door and walked in. Someone screeched. Someone female.

  Oh. Fuck.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Dusty demanded. “This is my room.”

  He grunted. “Now you know what it feels like.”

  “I heard screaming coming from in the room. I was worried,” Dusty argued.

  Another grunt.

  “What are you doing? Why is Jewel over your shoulder? Are you playing a game?”

  Jewel groaned, burying her face in her hands. Suddenly, she felt herself being shifted and she landed on a soft bed. Jason stared down at her. Over his shoulder, Dusty was giving her a look filled with nervousness and curiosity.

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this.” She glared at him.

  He simply straightened and pointed at Dusty. “Jewel is embarrassed. Fix it.”

  Then he turned and started striding towards the door, leaving both women gaping after him.

  “And make sure she eats something.”

  “What the hell! Jason!” she yelled.

  “Forty-three!” he yelled back before leaving, shutting the door firmly.

  “Um.”

  Holy. Fuck.

  She was going to kill him. Murder him. She’d wait until he was asleep then bam! She’d stuff a pillow over his face.

  “You’re dreaming of ways to murder him, aren’t you?” Dusty asked.

  “What? No.”

  “Yeah, you are. I know that face. I see that face in the mirror most days when my brothers are being jerks.”

  “He’s not a jerk,” she muttered. Yeah, he was. But she didn’t want anyone else calling him names. Not even his sister.

  Dusty snorted. “I’ll admit that out of the three of them, he’s the best of the lot. But he’s still a jerk sometimes. He just carried you into my room and dumped you on my bed.”

  “Sorry.” Jewel scrambled to her feet. “I’ll get out of your way.”

  “That’s not what I meant. Wait!” Dusty got between her and the door.

  Jewel side-stepped her but Dusty moved with her.

  “Uh, can you let me past?” She made her request as civil as possible. This was Jason’s sister, after all. She couldn’t tell her to fuck off.

  “Not without me telling you something first.”

  Jewel braced herself. “Fuck. Fine.”

  “You’re beautiful,” Dusty blurted out.

  Jewel stared at her in surprise. That was not what she’d been expecting her to say.

  “Um, right. Thanks. You too.” She started towards the door.

  “No, wait, that’s not what I meant to say. That just came out. Fuck, Dusty, stop being weird.”

  She stilled at that last part and turned towards the younger girl. “What did you want to say?”

  Dusty sighed. “I wanted to apologize. For barging in like I did.”

  Don’t fucking blush.

  “Apology accepted.”

  “I just . . . I wanted to see you. I should have knocked, though.”

  “You wanted to see me?”

  “I wanted to ask you for some help. I’d like to look more like you.”

  She glanced down at herself. Then over to Dusty, who was dressed in a pleated skirt with tights underneath and a tucked-in shirt.

  “You want to look like me?”

  “Uh, yeah. I have a date tonight.”

  “A date?”

  “Yeah, an actual date. Like a guy actually wants to take me out.”

  “Why wouldn’t a guy want to take you out?” Dusty was beautiful.

  “Uh, maybe because I’m a Mathers. Oh, and I have three older brothers who aren’t afraid to shoot anyone who touches me.”

  “Good point.”

  “Thing is. I’ve never been on a real date. And I don’t want to go on my first date looking like this.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like I’m a prep school princess.”

  Jewel almost choked on a laugh. “Um, if that’s your look then . . .”

  “But it’s not. On the inside, I’m a total rebel.”

  She looked so serious that Jewel had to hold back a smile. She didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

  “Okay, so change your look.”

  “How?” Dusty wailed. “I have no idea. That’s where you come in.”

  Jewel raised her eyebrows.

  “You’re gorgeous. You’ve got this whole don’t-fuck-with-me thing going on. Help me. My brothers go ape-shit when I try to wear anything they think is risqué. They want me to be the good girl.”

  “Good girl? You snuck into a bar underage. Aren’t you still grounded for that?”

  She snorted. “Like they have the power to ground me. I’m nineteen. I just don’t usually have anywhere to go other than to college. I don’t really have any friends. Sneaking into that bar was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done. I did try to take up smoking once. But that shit really tast
es awful. And I don’t think I’ve got a stomach for drinking.”

  Jewel ran her hand over her face. She didn’t know what to say to this girl . . . they were so different. . . yet, when she looked at Dusty she looked so hopeful.

  Aww shit. Was she really doing this?

  Guessed she was.

  “I’ll make you a deal.”

  “All right.”

  “You don’t tell anyone or ever mention what you saw happening with me and Jason and I will help you figure out a new look.”

  When the hell had she become a fucking fashion expert? Then again, she did love clothes and shopping and jewelry. So there were worse ways to spend her time.

  Dusty looked confused for a moment. “What? Do you mean calling him Daddy?”

  “Ah, yeah.”

  Dusty waved a hand. “Hell, Daddy kink is the latest thing, right? Half the girls at college seem to be looking for a Daddy. Whatever you and my brother get up to in the privacy of your rooms is up to you. Just as long as I don’t have to see or hear it. Because you know, gross, that’s my brother.”

  “You walked in on us.”

  “I won’t be doing that again. Should really know better. I mean, the amount of times I walked in on my brothers with their dicks out . . . I should really get therapy.”

  Jewel barked out a laugh. All right, so maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  Dusty bounced on her feet. “So, shall we start?”

  Two hours later, they were both staring in the mirror at Dusty’s new look.

  “What do you think? Do you like it?”

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  Even though Jewel was taller and thicker in the hips than the slight girl, with a bit of altering they’d made one of her denim skirts fit her. Then added some sparkly tights. A pair of kick-ass black boots that Dusty had owned and paired with a cropped sweater with long sleeves.

  “I look fucking hot.”

  “You sure do. Your date is going to lose his mind over you.” She looked sassy and sexy. “When is your date?”

  “He’s not picking me up for a few hours. We’re going to an early movie then out for dinner.”

  “Well, you’re ready and I have stuff to do . . .”

  Nothing. She had nothing to do.

  Dusty turned with a pout. “No, stay. Please. Keep me company. I’ll lose my nerve otherwise.”

  “Um.” What the hell could they have in common?