Here it is! Chapter four of my BDSM/Spanking/Daddy Dom Romance, Daddy's Rules: The Rescue complete with a surprising hot twist!
Enjoy chasing your Sunday night blues away!
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I fell asleep in Ottavio’s arms gently lulled to sleep listening to the calm thudding of his heart cuddling in to his chest like a child. He’d questioned me about why I wanted to end my life. He was so easy to talk to and before long I was pouring my heart out to him. I hadn’t felt this safe in a long time yet when I woke I felt like a fool. This handsome younger man who had his arms curled possessively around me wouldn’t want anything more than a one night stand and I didn’t want to be given the brush off the moment he got up. If I slipped out now I could keep the dream of having attracted such a man alive in my mind without it being discoloured or tainted by rejection.
It took great effort to rouse myself in to movement. I didn’t want to leave even though I knew I had to. I couldn’t bear to be disappointed when he saw me in the cold light of day and decided I wasn’t worth half the women he had already bedded. With great reluctance, I lifted his arm away from me careful not to wake him and slipped out of the bed. Quickly I pulled on my evening dress and carrying my shoes, I tiptoed down the stairs and out of the
Hiding from the early morning risers I hurried back to my own cabin and took a long shower. Fort-Five minutes later I emerged from my cabin to take some air on the promenade deck hoping I wouldn’t run in to Ottavio saving us both the embarrassment. I folded my arms and walked between the groups of people feeling gently warmed by the sunshine. It was a sea day and we wouldn’t put in to our first port of call, Cadiz, Spain until tomorrow. I would have to spend the whole day making sure I didn’t run in to him.
I needed to make a plan for my life, work out what I was going to do next to stop myself from wanting to end it all. I had to get a grip. Deciding to mull it over with a coffee I ducked in to one of the lounges and ordered some breakfast.
The place was deserted apart from a family with a whimpering toddler and an old couple. It was relatively quiet and I could think. Music played quietly in the background when I was served my latte and croissant and I made the fatal mistake of tuning in to it. It was Chris Issak’s Wicked Game. Immediately I felt my stomach turn with unease and the heavy repressed weight of emotion that had burrowed its way in to my chest in the previous months rose to the surface and welled in my throat. Tears threatened. My ex-husband and I had made love to that song as teenagers when we first met. These types of memories usually had one of two effects, I either felt sad and yearned for the past or my stomach churned with nausea at the thought of having let the man touch me in the first place. But today I was confused after my night of unbridled passion and unsure what to feel.
I hated my ex and wondered if I had ever truly loved him in the first place. I guess I must have done to produce a gorgeous child. My head was so mixed up at the time. When would the crying and the continuous unhelpful reminiscing stop so I could start to live the life I’d wanted for so long, just like I planned. But I was beginning to learn that divorce was not too dissimilar to suffering a bereavement. A mourning period had to be endured whatever your feelings towards your ex. History had to be respected and eventually let go first. Taking another sip of coffee, I glanced at the family. The toddler was now content sucking on a beaker of juice. He was accompanied by a young Mum & Dad, a six-year-old boy and a girl of three. My heart stung when my mind drifted backwards thinking of my own family that was now broken up. We had been happy back then. I frowned knowing deep inside my mind was placing a false veil. I was happy with my young child but suffocated by the presence of my husband who sought to control every moment we spent together and make me feel inadequate. At least now I was seeing reality. Hopefully I would learn to see it more and more. Then I could move on.
Is that how it would have been if I’d had the remotest chance of pursuing a relationship with Ottavio like he’d professed to want? Would I be deluding myself in another relationship pretending bliss? My heart beat a little faster every time I thought of him. Would it just turn out the same when the magic wore off? Well, I wouldn’t get to find out.
I thought of his touch, the gentleness with which he had caressed my face and body then the possessive way he had tamed me with his firm and sometimes rough handling. It had made me feel alive again. My whole body shivered with need remembering how he’d so passionately spanked my bare bottom to calm my temper before ramming his cock so hard inside me I’d forgotten who I was anymore. I wanted to forget again, forget all of my pain and all that I had lost on the break up that made me believe I was being punished by some higher force, all because I’d dared to take a chance on life and try to live it a better way.
I often listed my losses in a frenzied temper in my mind, my health had disappeared due to illness whilst married to James which had resulted in not being able to drive so my independence had taken a hit, my dog was sent to live with my mother-in-law so we could put the house on the market, my ex’s family ignored me when he found another woman before our agreed split time so my daughter could get through her GCSEs and he moved in with her abandoning us, my own family who I continued to have disagreements with, my status, security and worst of all my salubrious home. I might have a lot of money in the bank after the sale but I was now in a two bedroomed flat with a whole load of unpacked brown removal boxes packed to the hilt that had to go in to storage because I had no room for the contents. It made me consider that I should have stayed in my loveless marriage with the control freak and continued to pretend everything was ok, just so I could keep myself and my daughter safe.
I growled inwardly hating my weak thoughts I believed worthy of a coward. At least I’d had the guts to do it. I’d wanted to stand on my own for as long as I could remember to the point I’d resented the security and money my ex had provided I reminded myself. I would get everything right in time. My confidence would return. I just had to keep faith in myself and keep plodding through the thick emotion and the tears blurring my vision. It would clear and I would see exactly where I was going soon enough. I didn’t need any man to look after me including the enigmatic Ottavio Sassano.
Bloody men. Always taking and getting what they want no matter the damage. They might think they run the world but they don’t rule me anymore.
I picked up my coffee cup to finish my drink feeling strong and more in control.
The door from the Promenade Deck in to the lounge opened allowing the breeze from the sea to brush across my face and ruffle my hair. I looked up hearing a woman giggling and saw her kissing the man with her. I turned to look away but my eyes locked with the man, my ex-husband.
I wasn’t sure which emotion to feel first, surprise, anger, frustration, sadness, jealousy, disdain, contempt or just plain old hatred for the pair of them. The woman who had disrupted my daughter’s life before her exams and caused her distress looked nervous, clearly she had recognised me. She tightened her grip on James’s arm possessively. I couldn’t have him. I didn’t want him.
The urge to fly at them began to build. Holding my ground and placing a tight rein on my anger, I opened my mouth to speak and deliver a clever cutting remark about running in to him on a ship in the middle of the ocean but all that came out was hello.
“There you are, darling. I wondered where you’d got to,” I heard a smooth even Italian male voice say to my side.
Ottavio came to stand next to me. He swept his arm around my shoulders and drew me protectively to his side. Despite my new found independence, I couldn’t help warming to his closeness and desire to protect me. I rested my head against his chest grateful for the rescue even though my stubborn mind rallied against it. He glanced at James and that woman and nodded in greeting.
“Good morning,” he said to both of them before guiding me away.
On reflection it was the best revenge I could have been given. Ottavio in his immaculate Italian designer black suit, the picture of sophistication and elegance, younger than James’s little friend who stood next to him in his shabby brown shorts and white tee-shirt. My ex’s face looked a picture. His complexion turned ashen and his weak blue green eyes narrowed to sharp points. It was childish but what a score!
Once outside back on the Promenade deck I tried to correct my regressing behaviour and break away from the Billionaire determined not to lean on his protection. It was hard when all I wanted to do was to let go, sink in to his arms like a wilting flower to my shame and inhale that intoxicating fresh pine scent covering his taut muscled body. Thankfully, he refused to let go of me.
“I have been worried sick about you,” he said transferring his hold on my arm to my hand. “I am going to make you rest.”
The Billionaire marched me back to his suite cabin instantly lifting me up in to his arms the moment we were through the door to carry me up the stairs to the bedroom. He threw me down on top of the bed watching as my body lightly bounced against it. The curtains were already closed and the light was dim despite the bright morning sunshine outside. He had clearly not planned to come back without me.
“I don’t need to rest,” I told him curtly. “And I don’t want to be kidnapped again,” I informed him trying to get off the bed.
“I want you resting not facing down your ex-husband.”
“How did you know it was him?”
“I could tell by the pale look on your face. You looked like you were either going to pass out or be sick,” he said sitting down on the bed to reach for the zip at the back of my pale blue summer dress.
“What are you doing?” I asked batting his hand away. “I told you I don’t want to sleep. I slept well last night.”
“After 2am. You told me you haven’t been sleeping for months.”
He took hold of the dress and yanked down the zip.
“I am putting you back to bed for a while. If you are a good girl I will take you out for afternoon tea later and the club this evening.”
“I don’t want to sleep.”
“I can’t believe you sneaked out and left me this morning.” I was surprised at how annoyed and disbelieving of my behaviour he clearly felt. He pulled my dress down my body and off it to leave me in my white bra and panties. “Do I have to remind you that you came close to ending your life last night. I have put you on suicide watch.”
“I won’t be told what to do anymore. I can look after myself. Thank you for your help but . . .”
“But nothing,” he said with firmness swiftly undoing the catch on my bra and pulled it away.
“Keeping you naked will induce you not to run away, little one,” he told me in a parental tone that made wetness flood between my thighs against my wishes. I wanted to be talked to like a child now?
The very idea didn’t sit well with me even if it was the crazy truth. My naked breasts bounced and wobbled brushing his suit jacket as he quickly turned his attention to removing my panties and shoes. My thoughts made me restless. I wondered why I continued to resist and pretend but for some reason I felt it was warranted. A part of me wasn’t ready to surrender to another man and allow him to control my life even if I craved it albeit in a new enriching and nurturing form. I was guarding myself.
Ottavio held my arms by my sides.
“Trust me,” he said pushing me backwards down on the bed. But I wouldn’t give up. Tears gathered. Sadness and frustration engulfed me, my emotions threatening to spill out of control again. I broke down realising my pain was because I had seen James again and not because of Ottavio.
“I can’t believe he came with her and shoved her in my face again. I just wasn’t good enough for him. He acted like he hated me all of the time. My life feels as though it has been raped. I don’t know how to come back from this. I have kept going for so long to keep the peace, to keep my daughter safe I forgot who I was.”
Ottavio got on to the bed next to me and pulled my struggling form over the top of his facing upwards and held me tight in place whispering words of reassurance. His hand clasped both of my wrists together across my body underneath my breasts while he trailed the tips of his fingers over the curve of my bare hip before circling them along the soft pale skin covering the swell of my buttocks.
I sobbed and moved but a noise made me stop dead. The door had opened downstairs and somebody was walking in to the cabin unannounced. My heart leapt in to my throat. Instinctively I tried to get up but Ottavio’s grip intensified and I couldn’t move at all.
“Someone is in the cabin and I am naked,” I protested.
“Relax,” was all he said. “There is nothing to be frightened of. You are safe. I would never put you in danger. I will always protect you,” he whispered. I moaned when he caressed his fingers over my hip again to delve them between my dampening vagina.
“That’s it just keep nice and relaxed. There is someone I want you to meet.”
I started to pant not sure if it was in fear of the unexpected guest or the devilish way Ottaivio stoked the fire of desire in my vulva.
The footsteps mounted the stairs and they belonged to a man. A tall figure strode across the dimly lit room. He was a similar height and figure to Ottavio. I held my breath and screwed my eyes closed, afraid of what was to happen next.
Gentle male laughter floated on the cool air of the air conditioned room and the side of the bed next to us dipped as the mysterious man sat down. I felt the cool touch of his fingers down my arm. I’d expected to feel afraid but his touch was soothing and strangely familiar.
“Open your eyes, little one there is nothing to fear. No one is going to hurt you. I asked you to trust me,” Ottavio said softly. “Please don’t let me down, little girl,” he scolded moving his hand to raise it and slap it hard but carefully down on to my pussy.
My breasts and hips thrust upwards in to the air treating both men to an enticing sight as a loud gasp echoed from my lips and my eyes flew wide open. Another male chuckle joined Ottavio’s own amusement. I looked up to find myself staring in to the eyes of what appeared to be an exact duplicate of Ottavio.
“Helena, meet my brother and identical twin, Domenico.”
“Delighted to meet you at last,” the equally handsome Domenico said with a grin, trailing the pads of his fingers around one taut nipple. Ottavio’s caress of my pussy resumed in unison.
A spark of fire re-ignited in me. They were playing games yet I could not deny the arousal they were building in me. I shouldn’t have let them but . . . I did nothing to stop them.
“What is this?” I asked breathlessly.
“I saw you on the Promenade deck yesterday but before I could come to your assistance my brother beat me to it. I laid claim to you this morning but my brother would not give you up.”
I opened my mouth to offer a rebuke but Domenico inserted his thumb to silence me. He rubbed it softly over my tongue, moving it back and forth, in and out of my mouth between my red painted lips. I found myself sucking on it loving the way the lipstick rimmed it. It was a soothing action, rather like giving an upset baby a dummy. It made me feel content and safe.
“So . . . “ Ottavio began. “We came to an agreement and decided to share you.”
“We didn’t think you’d mind,” Domenico told me darkly lifting his fingers from my nipple he had been flexing back and forth to trail them down my stomach and join his fingers with his brother’s in my pussy. I bucked upwards entranced with the double caress.
“But there is something we must do first,” Domenico said removing his thumb from my mouth for a moment while he reached in his identical suit inside pocket. He pulled out a long leather paddle. I stared at it. My buttocks were still red from last night and I couldn’t take another spanking but it was not my bottom he intend to paddle.
“We can’t just let you get away with disappearing this morning and being a naughty girl. You must be firmly disciplined. It is time that you realise you are no longer in charge. We will take care of you now. We will have your submission, little one.”
I didn’t say a word. I wanted them to take over, make the pain go away. So much for my new found independence. Who needed it when someone wanted to take care of you? It was the best feeling in the world. I didn’t feel abandoned anymore and I would cherish that first moment with my two new Daddies for the rest of my life.
Ottavio, wrapped each of his legs over mine and forced my legs apart. Domenico re-inserted his thumb and raised the paddle over the top of my wet vulva. I gasped and held my breath against his thumb pulsing in and out as he brought the paddle down and struck my pussy with it. He had a firm hand but his brother was not to be out done. After three slaps of the paddle that had me yelping, Ottavio brought his own hand down to spank it a few times. He then slapped at my breasts while Domenico resumed my paddling. The hot fiery pain coupled and danced with my desire to arouse me. Together they brought me to surrender and grateful obedience.