Genie Daddy Page 3

  My mouth fell open in shock. “Discipline? Are you serious?” I couldn’t stop the nervous laughter from overflowing. “Y-you? Who do you think you are? I mean really! Discipline? Me? Not a chance in hell, buddy. My own father doesn’t even discipline me.”

  “That explains more than any of the other nonsense you have spouted. Your father has done you a terrible injustice.”

  “Don’t you dare speak of him!” I screamed, stomping my foot for good measure.

  “You are the one who brought him into our conversation. I am permitted to comment. ’Fathers are commissioned to provide their children with loving discipline and guidance.”

  “Let me stop you right there. My father is not loving and never has been, so you can take your beliefs and shove them up your...umm,” I paused as I took in the cloud encircling his waist and halted. I didn’t have a comeback. “Ugh, whatever, never mind.”

  “Children require love from their daddies to grow and flourish, to thrive. I hold deep sorrow in my heart for the little girl inside you,”

  The word “daddy” struck a chord, and I almost choked when I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat. My eyes burned, but I refused to allow tears to spill. Averting my eyes, I admitted something I had never told anyone else. “I was never allowed to call him that.”

  Callum closed the gap between us and lifted my chin. I wanted to fight, but I was frozen to the spot. “Your behavior reflects your mistreatment. On behalf of all of mankind, I apologize for the way you have been treated. You hold deep hurt in your heart. It will destroy you one day if you do not learn to release it.”

  I took a step back. He already got too close, freeing emotions I didn’t have time to deal with. He was supposed to be granting me wishes, not psychoanalyzing me. Time to call it a night before I unleashed the waterworks for real. “Yeah, well, thanks, I guess. I’m fine. I just learned to be tough and not care. It’s not a big deal. I should go upstairs and see if dinner is ready. I’m hungry.”

  Callum shook his head and floated backward. “You, little girl, need a daddy.”

  And then, poof, he disappeared. All of a sudden I was back in the small room of the shop. Looking around, I spotted the bottle on the floor. Picking it up, I turned it upside down. Empty. I placed it back on the shelf and left out the secret door. His last words played over and over in my head. The only normal sounding sentence to come out of his mouth the entire conversation.

  I put everything back the way I found it, completely forgetting what I had been doing back there in the first place. Trudging up the steep stairs to the apartment, I felt muscles ache I didn’t even know I had.

  I opened the door to see Aunt Mary looking into an open cabinet. No smell of food, no mess, nothing. “Did I miss dinner? I’m sorry I took so long I, umm, I got lost in my work.” I lied through my teeth.

  Mary looked at me, confusion etched in her face, “What are you talking about dear? I haven’t even gotten started.”

  Impossible. I had been with Callum for at least thirty minutes, if not longer. Of course I couldn’t tell her. What the fuck is going on?

  Still puzzled from the apparent slowing of time, I hopped in the shower while Mary whipped up a chicken casserole. The aroma made my mouth water, but when I emerged from the shower and peeked at the dish, I could tell it contained multiple ingredients I usually abstained from eating. My stomach growled, and I couldn’t find any fucks to give about my diet.

  We sat down and dug in, each lost in our own thoughts. Mine were stuck on Callum. I couldn’t stop playing back his last words over and over in my mind. The little girl inside wanted to climb into his arms and beg him to be my daddy, but the grown woman wanted him naked on top of me, asking who my daddy was. The thoughts conflicted, but each side wanted him in her own way. Back home, men flocked to me like flies to honey. None of them affected me the way Callum had. And that scared the fuck out of me. Something called me to him, something completely out of my control. For God’s sake, I didn’t even know the man. Oh hell, he wasn’t even human.

  “I cooked, so you are on dish duty, dearie.” Mary announced as she got up from the table and placed her plate in the sink. I sighed, but fair was fair, and I had no idea how to cook. At home, we had a chef who left readymade meals in the fridge and freezer. I set the temperature and time and left the dirty dishes on the table, or I ate out. Neither was an option in this place, so I resigned myself to having dish duty after every meal.

  “After only twelve hours in detainment, Vincent Burelli has been released,” the anchorman on the television announced, “because vital evidence had disappeared.” Gasping loudly, I turned off the water, dried my hands, and moved closer to the television. Perched on the arm of the loveseat, I listened intently to what the man said about my father. “Our sources tell us a key witness and vital evidence have both disappeared. Burelli’s team refuses to comment on the case.”

  I couldn’t believe what I heard. My father was out, and he hadn’t even called me. Stomping into my room, to find my cell phone. No texts, no messages, no emails, nothing. “That son-of-a-bitch!”

  Mary followed me in. “Take a breath, sweetheart. Maybe he is tied up.”

  “Too tied up to fucking call his only daughter? I didn’t know how to get a message to him, so he doesn’t even know where I ended up. He doesn’t know if I am okay, nothing! He doesn’t know I am living in the middle of nowhere working for my meals. He’s a selfish prick. I’m going to go home and tell him exactly what I think, then I’m going to get a credit card, stay in the nicest fucking hotel I can find, and live on his dime for two weeks. Then I am fucking gone. I will move away and never talk to him again, I swear!“

  My aunt stayed quiet as I spouted all my anger and frustration. I knew some of the things I was saying could hurt her feelings, but she didn’t acknowledge any of them. She was a silent supporter, exactly what I needed at the moment.

  Throwing myself backward onto the bed, I covered my eyes with my arm and tried to hold in the tears.

  “I hate his guts.”

  “I know the feeling,” Mary admitted as she sat down on the side of the bed. “I know you are upset, and I know living here is not what you are used to. However, you are always welcome in my home. More than that, though, I like having you around.”

  “Sure you do, free slave labor”,” I scoffed.

  “The help is nice, but the company is nicer. I was looking forward to getting to know you for a few weeks. Bottom line, dear, I would be sad to see you leave.”

  It warmed me from the inside out. I had thrown attitude and rude remarks out at every turn, and yet, somehow, this woman actually wanted me around. “It’s too late to go anywhere, anyway, so I guess I’m stuck, for tonight at least.”

  Mary chuckled and squeezed my leg, “Don’t sound so excited. I might get the wrong idea about how you really feel.”

  I smiled and shook my head. ’I hadn’t noticed how comfortable I felt in our relationship until that moment. We were raw and honest with each other. Neither willing to give in, yet it seemed to work.

  “Get some sleep, dear. Tomorrow is another busy day.” She kissed my cheek and left me alone with my thoughts. I got out of bed and opened my laptop, looking for a way to get home. At least ’I told myself so, but I wasn’t ready to leave. This place may be a shithole, but it held a magnetism I couldn’t ignore. And, Callum. Frustrated, I slammed the computer shut and threw myself onto the bed again. Closing my eyes, I tried to forget the world for a few hours.

  “You, little girl, need a daddy,” Callum’s voice echoed.

  “Yeah? Are you applying for the position?” I shot back with all of the sass I had.

  Approaching me, he took my wrists in a tight hold, backed me against the wall, and pinned my hands above my head. “Consider me the only applicant, because no one touches what’s mine. And you are most definitely mine.”

  With one hand holding me still, he used the other to lift my night shirt and expose my breasts. I took in
a sharp breath as his thumb zeroed in on my nipple and teased. His eyes stayed trained on mine while he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, my breathing labored. Luckily, his hold stayed fast because when his gentle teasing turned to sharp pinches, my knees buckled.

  His lips found my neck, and he chuckled, sending vibrations straight to my pussy. “My girl likes it rough, huh?”

  I whimpered in need.

  “Don’t cry, baby. Daddy is going to put out that little fire. Be a good girl and keep your hands where I put them.”

  Nodding, I bit my lip as his eyes darkened.

  “The correct answer is always, ‘yes, Sir.’”

  His edict sent another shiver through my body. “Yes, Sir”,” I whispered right before he captured my lips in a toe-curling kiss. With his hands working my breasts and his lips laying claim to my mouth, all I could do was enjoy the ride. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him in, closer. I wanted to feel him against me, all of him. He released my mouth and breasts long enough to pull my shirt over my head and carry me to the bed. As soon as I was on my back, he secured my arms above my head again, knotting a soft fabric around my wrists. Never had a man taken charge of my body like this; I wouldn’t have allowed it. But Callum didn’t ask. He seized what he considered his, and he conquered it without the slightest hesitation.

  Straddling my body, Callum sat up and raked me with his eyes. The look on his face was carnal. His fingers softly trailed from my hands down my arms, around my breasts and tickled down my sides, stopping at the lace of my panties. Taking hold of the seams on each side he gave a sharp tug and tore them off my body.

  “Oh God”,” I whimpered as they fluttered to the floor.

  “That’s just the beginning, my love.” He engulfed one of my nipples with his mouth, sending a warm sensation straight to my clit. My back arched as I cried out for more. Callum didn’t let me down. He latched onto my other nipple and bathed it with his tongue.

  “Please. Please.” I begged. For what, I didn’t know, but I wasn’t capable of anything else at the moment..

  “Please what, sweetheart? What do you need from Daddy?”

  “I need to come, please.”

  Callum smiled. “You beg so beautifully. I’m going to reward you. You may come when you are ready. As many times as you need to.”

  His tongue, teeth, and lips worked my entire body before settling at my core. “Are you ready?”

  “Please.” Closing my eyes, I rocked my head back and forth. I needed him so badly, it hurt.

  My eyes flew open as a loud beeping noise filled the room, and I almost fell out of my small bed. Small bed? I was awake, and Callum was gone. “No! No no no! That’s some fucked up shit.”

  The beeping began anew, coming from my phone. Seeing my asshole father’s number raised my ire. Talk about bad timing. I shut the phone off and threw it in a drawer then lay back down, but sleep evaded me. I tingled from head to toe, and all I could think about was getting back to sleep so Callum could finish what he started. Unfortunately, I heard Mary moving around in the other room, signaling it would soon be time to get up. Frustration washed over me, and I wanted to cry. Instead I turned over into my pillow and screamed at the top of my lungs.

  “Are you okay in there, dear?” Mary called out.

  Okay? No, not okay. I was horny as fuck, with no way to remedy it. No privacy, and no man. Anger rose in my chest, and I swore the next time I saw that purple pain in the ass, I would kick him in the balls.

  “I’m fine!” I returned.

  I wasn’t fine. I was sweaty and horny and alone. The only feasible remedy I had was a cold shower and a giant coffee. I groaned as I remembered my location. The cold shower was a sure thing, but the coffee a hopeless case. What I wouldn’t give for an iced latte.

  Standing in the shop, I looked at the broken bottle gotten hadn’t cleaned up the night before. Every muscle in my body ached, and seeing all of the work that still needed to be done made me want to cry. What had I done so awful as to make me deserve this? Last I checked, being born wealthy was not a punishable crime.

  “Staring at the wall is not going to get the job done, you know”,,” Mary said from somewhere behind me. The last straw. My morning had been bad enough, and I wasn’t in the mood for her shit.

  My face heated, and I turned on her. “I’m done. Finished! This entire store is a piece of shit. I have no fucks to give if it is foreclosed upon. It’s full of trash, and making it clean trash is not going to accomplish anything. You are wasting my time and your own. Get a fucking life!” Releasing my frustration helped, somewhat, and I refused to let her defeated expression affect me. Stomping to the door, I flung it open and left without another word.

  The town was small, one of those places you drive through and never stay, but Mary constantly boasted about how much it had to offer. Without chain stores or restaurants, really there was nowhere I could go to gain a feeling of home, and I didn’t really want to be around people.

  With my hair in a messy bun on top of my head, the sun beat down on the back of my neck, making my skin sizzle. I wanted to find somewhere quiet where I could escape the sun. A cluster of trees nestled behind one of the alleys, and I headed in that direction. There was no designated spot to sit, but it didn’t matter. Finding a clear spot under the biggest tree, I lay down to rest. The cool grass tickled my exposed skin as I made myself comfortable in the shade.

  Closing my eyes, I immediately pictured Callum. As much as it bothered me that he made me feel vulnerable, I could not ignore the attraction. He was sexy as hell. And that voice. I could get lost in it. I recalled my dream from the night before, hoping I could start where I left off.

  “I am not impressed with your display of disrespect, Fiona.” His eyebrow quirked in question. Wait, ’no. That’s not what he was supposed to say. That’s not what he was supposed to do!

  “I know you are not asleep.”

  With a gasp, I opened my eyes and shot to a sitting position to see him floating above me, just as fascinating as my subconscious remembered. I couldn’t let him know what he did to me. It was too dangerous.

  “Where the fuck did you come from?”

  “I do not prefer the vulgar words you are throwing around.”

  “Well I ‘do not prefer’ you sneaking up on me.” I mimicked his speech. “How did you find me, anyway?” I flopped back into the grass and threw an arm over my eyes, trying to appear unaffected. All the while, my body screamed for his touch.

  “You summoned me.”

  “I did not.” I rolled over and faced away from him. Please go away, I chanted to myself.

  “You most certainly did. That is the only reason I would appear at your side.”

  Ignoring him wasn’t working, so I got up and stood at my full height to try to look him in the eye. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

  “Have I done something to deserve your rudeness?” While his words were polite, his expression was hard and grim. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, making his muscles appear more prominent than they had been before.

  Holding my ground, I took a step toward him, “Have I done something to deserve living in this hell hole? I just wish every fucking body would treat me the way I deserve to be treated!” My rant escalated to a scream before I was finished.

  Callum grinned. Widely. One of those cat-that-ate-the-canary types of grins. “Your wish is my command.”

  Before I knew it, the palms of my hands were pinned to the trunk of the nearest tree, and I bent forward at the waist, making it impossible to straighten myself. Trying to move the lower part of my body proved fruitless because even my feet were stuck, planted to the ground. “What the fuck? Let me go! What are you doing?”

  His arms still crossed, he moved into my field of vision. “You have made a wish to be treated in the manner in which you deserve. You, young lady, have displayed atrocious behavior since the moment we met. Therefore, I am going to gr
ant your wish and give you exactly what you deserve.”

  “W-what exactly do you think I deserve?” His scolding had me feeling like a naughty little girl, and even though I didn’t appreciate being spoken to like that, and my current position was not very comfortable, his dominance made my pussy spasm and my panties dampen with need for him..

  “You deserve to be spanked soundly.” He passed sentence, and I panicked.

  “What?” I screeched. “Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t spank me! I am a grown woman!”

  “As I stated yesterday, you appear grown, but your behavior is that of a spoiled child. Your language does not befit a young woman, and you are treating all you encounter with undeserved disdain. All of these things are unacceptable behavior and, after your backside has been thoroughly chastised, you will apologize to me and to Mary, and you will complete the tasks required of you.”

  Before I could give him a piece of my mind, a resounding smack landed on my legging-covered bottom. “Ow, you mother fucker! Don’t you dare lay another finger on me!” I screamed. He didn’t bother answering. His hand rose and fell over and over, and even though I screamed at the top of my lungs for help, no one came to my rescue. My bottom stung, and my arms shook with fatigue. “Please, stop. I’m going to fall!” I begged.

  Miraculously, the smacks stopped, and his hands came to my waist, taking the pressure off my arms. Sighing in relief, I attempted to stand on my own, but remained stuck. “Okay, you can let me go, now. I get it. I have been a bitch. I will apologize and do the work.”

  “Oh, I believe you will. However, we are not finished as of yet.”

  His hands disappeared, replaced with some sort of a bench with a padded cushion on the top, my hands, and feet still firmly held in place.

  “Callum. Let. Me. Go.” I ground out the words through clenched teeth. Then the unspeakable happened. My pants fell off—not all the way off, but over my hips and down my backside, coming to rest on my upper thighs. To further complicate the issue, my thong jerked upward, creating a wedgie of fabric between my exposed cheeks. Squeaking with embarrassment, I fought hard to get away, but I couldn’t budge. I screamed at the top of my lungs, calling him every name in the book, but he didn’t respond.