Dr. Daddy Dom (Little Lake Bridgeport 2) (14 page)

"If that's what you want, sure. I just wasn't expecting to wake up and be naked and tied spread-eagled on the bed."

"We were in the mood to have our way with you whenever we desire, and this was the perfect opportunity." He produced a crop and slapped it against his palm. "It's been a long time since I've played hard."

"Layton, you're scaring me." May trembled as he traced the tongue of the crop over her body.

"Fear is good. It arouses the senses."

May looked frantically at Caine. He was sitting in a large chair, his legs crossed, watching with interest. Her eyes returned to Layton. "What are you planning?"

"Oh, lots of things," he said, lightly snapping her nipple with the soft leather. "Some for your pleasure, but mostly for ours. Sri has added some very interesting gadgets to the house since we were here last, hasn't she?" he addressed Caine.

"I'll say. I suspect that has to do with her dating Larry, although I never thought either of them would switch."

"You never know. Larry did mention that they were looking into finding a sub to share, so maybe they are adapting the house for their play." The crop popped against May's other nipple and then moved across her abdomen. It ran the circuit around her belly button and then along the left crease of her groin. Layton paused to brush it lightly along the folds of her pussy before flicking it over her slit. She twitched in response, twisting her pelvis as much as her restraints allowed.

Layton chuckled, repeating the gesture. "She's already juicing up. Let's try the winch."

Caine stood up to help Layton pull the chains that had been well-hidden by the canopy down from the ceiling, and they attached the ends to the cuffs around May's ankles after releasing her from the bed post ties. Following his brother's instructions, Caine slowly turned the handle located at the upper left side of the bed and began to raise her legs into the air. She wiggled against the device, her arms still restrained by soft cuffs on the mattress above her head, and tried to adjust herself for comfort against the awkward position.

"How's that feel?" Caine asked, when Layton signaled for him to stop.

"My ass is off the bed and it's straining my shoulders," she complained.

"No whining. Caine, grab the other side and attach it to those hooks."

"What is it?" May asked nervously. "Please don't cover my head."

"We wouldn't do that to you. This is a sling," Caine explained, adjusting the long, wide strip of lined canvas under the small of her back and then hooking his side to the canopy bar overhead. With both ends attached, it gave solid support to her back. "Better?"

She nodded, licking her lips nervously, and looked between her legs at Layton and the crop. He ran the tip of the implement along the insides of her splayed thighs and between her cheeks, flicking and popping her pussy and her bottom hole as he went. Each time, she tried to move, and was held captive and vulnerable to his devices.

The crop began to move faster and with greater intensity, slapping along the insides of her thighs, her bottom, and along the tender lips of her womanhood. She struggled, trying to escape the maddening slashes and bites brought on by the relentless instrument of pleasure and pain. Soon her creamy thighs were covered by rectangular splotches of red, and her yips and yelps turned to moans.

"Use your belt," Caine requested, back in his place on the chair.

Layton placed the crop on the mattress, then slowly and methodically unbuckled his belt. It swished as he pulled the length from the loops of his jeans, and the buckle jingled in his hand as he folded it in half. May whimpered, her defenseless thighs and bottom suspended in a 'V' with no way of escape as he lined up the heavy leather for the stroke.

"Any last requests?" Layton asked menacingly.

"Safe word," she whispered. "Please, let me have a safe word."

Layton glanced at Caine and then back to her. "No," he said, drawing his arm back for the first stroke.

Her scream bounced off the walls of the room, followed by an intense struggle to escape. Out of breath, she slumped back against the sling and prepared for the next blow. His aim was masterful, inching step by step from the crown of her backside, down along the length of her thighs. He gave her time to catch her breath between lashes, running his hand over the hot, welted flesh, and occasionally between her velvety smooth lips.

"You haven't asked why I refused your request for a safe word," Layton stated, sending a simmering crack of the leather across her sit-spots, producing a sharp cry of pain. "You're not being punished." The strap scorched both thighs and she shrieked in protest. "I know that you've always wondered how much you could take, haven't you?"

"Yesss." Her answer came out as a hiss as she gritted her teeth.

"You've developed a bit of a leather ass and you don't feel things as deeply as before, do you?"

"No." The response was breathy and short.

The leather struck her again, just above the backs of the knees. "You also know that I would never cause you harm. Even using the belt on your thighs is measured for safety. I bet you thought I was swinging hard, didn't you?"

Sweat broke out on her forehead as she nodded.

"I'm not. You want to be marked, don't you?"

Fighting to catch her breath, she nodded again.

"Well, Caine?" Layton asked.

"I doubt her bottom will mark, to be honest. I know she wants the badges of bravery, but I'm afraid that you'll only get marks on her legs, and we don't want that area being struck that hard."

"Let's try anyway and see if I can oblige her request. Here's one," Layton announced.

May's eyes were as wide as saucers when he laid the belt across her bottom at full force. Little by little, the scream exploded from between her lips, followed by breathless panting. Layton checked her skin for splitting and, seeing none, drew his arm back again. The second fall came, landing perfectly over the same spot. Again, he ran his hand over her trembling bottom, noting that the color was slowly mottling into a deep crimson with touches of purple, and that tiny little goosebumps were covering her soft flesh.

Layton waited for her scream to die down, then patted the perspiration from her face and dabbed the tears from her eyes. He made eye contact with her, studied her face for a moment, and then resumed his position to deliver the third stroke. This time, she arched upwards, tightening the muscles of her bottom, and released a choking sob.

"One more?" he asked. She hesitated and then nodded. "This will be the last one. I'm giving it full force along your sit-spots."

The leather slashed like a striking snake. "FUCK!" May shouted as her body dissolved into shattered spasms. Before she stopped, Layton had released his powerful cock and placed it against her slit. Her sheath was hot around him, squeezing and pulling while he moved fiercely in and out of her helpless body. A carnal growl rumbled in his throat as he fucked her like an animal, eventually releasing his seed with a final lunge.

May's eyelids fluttered open as she was gently lifted from the bed and carried outside into the warm night air. She heard the sound of splashing water before the arms that held her lowered her tender body into the river. Two sets of hands gently caressed her pulverized flesh, cooling and cleansing while she regained cognizance of the world around her.

"Hey, pretty girl. Are you back?" Layton asked softly, running his wet hand over her face.

She turned to kiss his palm. "That was fucking amazing," she said hoarsely. "I don't know what I liked more. The strapping or the fucking."

"What about the partial suspension?" Caine asked, kissing the back of her hand.

"I kind of forgot about that." She laughed lightly. "What time is it?"

"Two in the morning. Are you hungry?"

"Famished. I… oh, I can't move," she groaned, sliding back to float in the water. "I think I pulled something."

"The way you jerked around, it wouldn't surprise me," Layton said, lifting her gently and walking onto the grass. He placed her on a towel and began to pat her dry.

"I'll go get her something to eat. Enjoy the stars," Caine ordered.

"It is beautiful," May said dreamily as she stared into the sequin-studded sky. She turned her head as Layton lay down beside her. "You used full force on me, didn't you?"

"I did, and I think I tweaked my shoulder," he said with a chuckle. "I'm sorry that I couldn't mark you. We could use a paddle, and—"

"No, thank you! I'm a leather girl, remember?"

"I do. I love you, know that?" he said, running his thumb along her cheekbone.

"I do, and I love you, too. Even though I won't be sitting for a while. Damn…"

"You'll be fine in a few hours," Logan told her.

"Then what?"

"Then it's Caine's turn."

"Did I hear my name?" the man asked, lowering himself onto the grass next to them and placing a straw between May's lips. "Drink."

"Cherry Kool-Aid? I thought this was an adult vacation," May said with a grin.

"Grown-ups can like Kool-Aid."

"And Pop Tarts," Layton added, stealing a piece of the pastry from the plate. "I've never known anyone who has to eat Pop Tarts like this. It baffles me."

"It's not hard to understand. The crust is the best part, and it has to be nearly burnt. You cut that off and put it to the side for last. Then you cut straight down the middle, and across two times to make six equal squares." She picked up one of them and ate the bottom portion. "The best part apart from the crust is the frosting. So you eat the plain part, then use your teeth to dig out the blueberry filling, and then you turn the frosted part over so it's against your tongue and suck on it."

"You're one weird kid."

"Maybe, but at least I don't do Ninja Turtle rapping."

"You wish you could. Fess!" Layton said.

"Yeah, it was pretty cool.
If
you were my age," May said mischievously.

"Are you making fun of my age again? Do you remember what happened last time you did that?"

"Maybe…"

"Unbelievable." Layton rolled his eyes. "Over my knee. I can't believe you want this already."

"That strapping was just a warm up for me, and you know it. Can you do me a favor this time?" She twisted her head to look at him, wiggling her bottom. "Try not to spank like a girl."

"Why, you little…"

***

"I'm so lazy," Caine groaned, hiding his face with a pillow. "Why can't I catch up on my sleep?"

"Maybe because you have a little blonde worm in your bed. Good morning, Maybelle," Layton said, placing a tray with coffee on the nightstand.

Caine lifted the blankets to see the grinning face of his wife with his cock in her mouth. "Girl, don't you ever give it a rest?"

"You're thirty-five years old. I need to grab all the moments I can before this shrivels up and blows away," she retorted.

"Dear Lord, she's back with the age comments. I'm in my prime, okay? Lay off. Ow! No biting," Caine grumbled against the pillow that was back over his face as he rubbed his thigh.

"You're such a grouch," May said, sliding up to sit next to him. She peeked under the pillow. "I hear Centrum Silver works pretty good. Maybe you should try some."

"Beat her ass for me, will you?" Caine begged.

"This is your battle, grandpa." Layton laughed, slapping Caine's leg as he stood up. "For once, she's going after your dick, not mine."

"Why do you do this to me? Aren't I good to you?"

"You're the best. And the reason I do it is because I can. I wanna go tubing today. Please?" May begged.

"Can't I just stay here and sleep?" Caine asked.

"Don't make me go 'Little' on you," she warned. "You know how persistent that part of me can be."

"Layton, please help me."

"Like I said, it's your battle. I will admit that she minds her daddy much better than she minds her husband."

Caine pulled himself up to a sitting position and looked at May's smiling face. "You're lucky I love you so much."

"I sure am. I'll make a deal with you. Take me tubing and I'll tie your float to mine and you can sleep all the way down the river."

"Do you really think I would trust you not to make some sort of trouble when my eyes are closed? I am
not
going to wake up in the middle of the river and find my cock in your mouth," Caine said.

"You're no fun."

"I knew you were planning that! I rest my case. Thanks," Caine said, accepting the cup from his brother. "Has it always been like this? She's gone nympho on us."

"Pretty much. It's just gotten worse since you were gone on your rotation. What do you want for breakfast?" Layton asked.

"I don't care," Caine said.

"I want Pop Tarts."

"You're not getting Pop Tarts, young lady. I already told you once and I'm getting tired of repeating myself," Layton scolded.

"I swear, I'm married to a couple of old farts."

"How's your bottom feeling this morning?" Caine asked.

"It's sore."

"Do you want it to be sorer?"

"Not right now. It's too early." May wrinkled her nose.

"Then behave yourself. I'm going to take a shower and try to wake up. Scrambled eggs for me, please. And give her oatmeal."

"Shall do," Layton said cheerfully. "Come help me and leave Father Time to his shower."

***

May propped her chin on her hands as Layton started cooking. "I was thinking—"

"That's a scary statement," he interrupted.

"As I was saying, I was thinking that maybe if I got my license, I could visit Savannah every day. Ian said that he's going to need to get back to work, and she can't be alone."

"That, or he can drop her off at our place on his way."

"He could, but that would be an extra thirty minutes he has to drive. Of course…"

"What are you plotting in that beady little brain of yours, kiddo?" Layton frowned, looking at her suspiciously.

"Only that, if he worked close by, it would be a lot easier on him. Maybe he could get a job from Carlton. He does construction when he's not competing, and Savannah really doesn't want him to go back into the arena because it's so dangerous."

"Hmm, that's not a bad idea. I'll check it out. How are they doing? Ian seems a lot happier," Layton said.

"They both are. Savannah thinks a lot of it has to do with her father not being around. Did you know that he's been calling her constantly and leaving nasty messages on her cell phone?"

"He is? How do you know?"

"She asks me to put them on speaker for her when Ian's not around. It's really freaky because he sounds exactly like my father, you know, the same type of voice, and the way he talks. That guy is a total asshole, Layton. He threatened to take her out of his will if she doesn't drop Ian from her life and agree to meet with him. I feel so bad for her. She started crying and said that every time she has a chance to be happy, he comes along and craps on it. He did the same thing to her mother. I need to tell you something. Her mom…"

Layton sat across from his wife and took her hands in his. "I know. Savannah's been telling everyone that her mom was hit by a drunk driver, but it was vehicular suicide. I've been doing some research."

"She made me promise not to tell anyone, not even Ian. I just don't understand the secret, and why can't Ian know?" May asked.

"He knows now, honey. Both Caine and I told him as soon as we discovered it. As for your question, sometimes things are so painful to accept that it's easier to embrace a lie. The truth was too hard for Savannah to handle, so she retreated to a fantasy that removed blame from her mother and made it possible for her to transfer her anger to someone else. As for her father, the girl needs to change her number and not take his calls."

"I told her that. She's afraid that if she cuts him out, he'll get violent. He used to beat up on her when he got shitfaced."

Layton's gray eyes turned steely. "Did she tell you that?"

"Yes. Like I told you, she and I have had the same type of asshole in our life. A drunk, out of control, and psychotic father. That's another reason why I think it would be good for Ian to work somewhere else. Her dad might try to follow him to get to Savannah."

"You are one smart lady, Maybelle Marshall. I promise to get on it as soon as we get home."

"Didn't you bring your cell phone?" she asked.

Sighing, Layton nodded. "Enough with the puppy dog eyes. I'll call right now, okay?"

"Thank you."

"You owe me," he said, dialing the number.

"Blow job on the river? You got it!"

Layton waved at his brother and pointed to the table as he finished his phone conversation.

"Please tell me that wasn't an legal emergency," Caine said while stabbing his eggs with his fork.

"Yes and no. Carlton is going to swing by and talk to Ian this afternoon. His foreman just put in his notice because he's moving out of state, and he needs an experienced manager."

"So he's giving him the job?" May sounded excited.

"If he's qualified. Carlton has a business to run and you don't just hire friends to fill prime positions."

"Catch me up, you two. What's happening?" Caine asked.

Layton quickly explained the situation and May's concerns, adding his own to the conversation.

Caine wrinkled his forehead. "I had no idea it was that bad."

"You didn't know about her mother, either," May stated.

"Not until Layton told me. I'm so glad that you were there for her, honey. Is there a way to make this man disappear?"

"There is, but it's a little unethical," Layton said. "We can talk to Sri and get Savannah into psych care. She and Larry might be able to convince the district judge to award a restraining order against him."

"It won't work. It might even make things worse."

"What do you mean, May?"

"My father had a restraining order against him from the lady across the street. He used to scream at her door if she left her porch light on when she wasn't home. It got real ugly and she called the cops. The court granted her a restraining order and he went ballistic. He started stalking her, letting air out of her tires, turning on her water to increase her bill. The list of shit he did to her was endless," she said.

"Watch your mouth," Caine warned.

"I'm not a 'Little' right now."

"I don't care. You are to speak like a lady. Now continue."

"You
are
grumpy," May huffed. "Anyway, she called the cops but she never had proof, especially since he was gone so often. I also covered for him because I was afraid of what he would do to me if I told the truth. She ended up moving away because he made her so miserable. All because she left her porch light on at night for safety."

"Your father was a crazy son of a bitch," Layton said, shaking his head.

"It sounds like Savannah's father is the same way. Does he actually work overseas as a salesman?" Caine asked.

"Another lie," May said. "Vanna told that to Ian so that he would let her stay where they were. Her father is on some sort of disability and goes to Vegas to gamble. He doesn't come back to Texas very often because he has no money."

"Who owns the property?"

"It's a rental. Her father was the primary and they sub-letted. She liked it because it was really cheap to live in and left her with money so she could buy booze," May explained.

"Okay, now that we're tearing down this web of lies, what can we do?" Caine asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I have pretty good aim. If you give me a hand grenade…"

"You're not blowing anyone up, Maybelle," Caine said sternly.

"How about a spear? It won't take long to learn—"