The Institute: Daddy Issues (15 page)

“You will go as well!” Salt told me, which was ex­actly what I had been plan­ning.

I pouted at him. “I don’t
wanna
go un­der there!” I said in my best little girl voice. “It’s not my fault, Papa—she
star­ted
it!”

“Well
I
am fin­ish­ing it,” Salt de­clared. “Now get un­der the table,
mishka—
you are in dis­grace.”

I al­lowed him to push me un­der the table­cloth as Berkley had pushed Mandy. The white linen came down and I found my­self in an­other world. It was dim and quiet—the sounds of the din­ner go­ing on above us con­sid­er­ably muted. I blinked, try­ing to get my eyes used to the dark space.

Mandy was already crouch­ing between the dir­ector’s knees. I saw with little sur­prise that she was kneel­ing on a soft red cush­ion. Clearly it was kept there just for this pur­pose—so she could get com­fort­able while she blew him.

“Hey,” I said, won­der­ing if my little dis­play had worked. It had bet­ter have helped at least
some
—oth­er­wise the pain­ful and con­fus­ing spank­ing I’d just en­dured at my part­ner’s hands was all for noth­ing.

“Hey,” she said sul­lenly.

Well, at least she was talk­ing to me.

“So that was fun,” I ven­tured.

“Yeah—for you. I didn’t even get a spank­ing.” She was still pout­ing, I could tell. God, how could any­body
want
to be spanked like that? Of course, my wet pussy dis­agreed with my in­ner thoughts but I de­cided to ig­nore that.

“At least you got
some
pun­ish­ment,” I poin­ted out. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No—I wanted my Daddy’s at­ten­tion.” She crossed her arms over her chest and then looked at me en­vi­ously. “You cer­tainly got
your
Daddy’s at­ten­tion—he gave you a really good spank­ing!”

“He cer­tainly did,” I ad­mit­ted, rub­bing my sting­ing ass gingerly.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be sore to­night. Have to ask him to rub some of the spe­cial cool­ing gel into your bot­tom after he gives you your bath and shaves you.”

I felt my stom­ach clench with ten­sion but I tried not to show it.

“Does, uh, your Daddy do that to you? Shave you, I mean?” I asked, want­ing to make sure Salt and I weren’t just be­ing singled out.

“Of course. He
has
to. Baby­girls don’t have hair on their pussies—that’s gross.” She made a face.

I thought about say­ing that what was gross was let­ting a grown man shave your pu­bic hair but de­cided not to. At least Mandy was talk­ing to me now—I wanted to keep our con­ver­sa­tion go­ing.

“So I guess I showed you,” I said, lift­ing my chin. “Who’s a goody-two-shoes now?”

She gave me a re­luct­ant smile.

“Yeah—you were pretty brave call­ing my Daddy an as­shole like that. Usu­ally I’m the only one who can get away with stuff like that.” She looked at me sus­pi­ciously. “You’re not try­ing to come after him, are you? Be­cause you can for­get it—he’s
mine.”

“Of course not.” I made a face. “I don’t want any­thing to do with him. I just want…” I cleared my throat. “I just want to be able to give my Papa what he needs from me.”

Mandy raised an eye­brow. “Still hav­ing
is­sues
with fuck­ing your Daddy?”

“So what if I am?” I de­man­ded. “Any­way, you prom­ised you would tell me about the medi­cine that helps Baby­girls be more sexy for their Dad­dies.”

She looked at me ap­prais­ingly.

“Yeah…
maybe.
But you have to prove you really want it first.”

“What?” I de­man­ded. “What else do I have to do? My ass is already sore from that spank­ing—I don’t want an­other one!”

She scoffed. “You’re
such
a wimp. Your Daddy only used his hand on you—wait un­til you’ve been flogged and caned!”

I had no in­terest in either one of those scen­arios so I just frowned at her.

“What do you want me to do?” I said flatly.

“Prove you really want to be your Daddy’s sexy Baby­girl.” Mandy’s green eyes were prac­tic­ally glow­ing with ex­cite­ment in the dim space. “Go on—prove it.”

“How?” I asked, hon­estly mys­ti­fied. What did she want me to do?

Mandy leaned for­ward.

“Take out your Daddy’s cock and suck it,” she said.

“What?” For a mo­ment my brain wouldn’t pro­cess her re­quest.

“Go on,” she taunted me. “Do it.”

“But—” I looked at the crotch of Salt’s black dress slacks. The suit he was wear­ing looked ex­pens­ive and im­pec­cable but I’d never ex­pec­ted to be try­ing to get into it when I ad­mired how it looked on his tall frame—es­pe­cially when we were still tech­nic­ally at din­ner.

“You won’t do it, will you?” Mandy gave me a de­ris­ive look. “I knew it—you’re just a bor­ing little vir­gin. You don’t really want to be a good Baby­girl to your Daddy at all.”

“That’s not true,” I pro­tested.

“Prove it then. Or else stop talk­ing to me.” She yawned. “I’m already bored of you.”

Uh-oh, I was los­ing her. I felt the choice be­ing taken out of my hands. Clearly Mandy knew some­thing about the Please that was be­ing channeled through the In­sti­tute—at least I
thought
she did. But she wasn’t go­ing to share any­thing with me un­less I proved my­self to her.

“Okay, fine,” I heard my­self say­ing. God, who knew what Salt was go­ing to think of this? But there was no choice.

Lean­ing between my part­ner’s spread legs, I found the top of his zip­per and pulled it down.

Salt jumped.

“Mishka?”
I heard him say, sound­ing un­cer­tain.

I squeezed his thigh hard, try­ing to let him know it was me and hop­ing he would just let me get on with it. Then I reached into his ex­pens­ive trousers and through the slit in his box­ers to grasp the hot, hard length of his cock.

Salt jumped again and I heard him take in a deep breath but he didn’t try to stop me. A little re­as­sured, I pulled him out as gently as I could, us­ing both hands to be cer­tain I kept him well clear of the zip­per. He’d already been half hard when I first touched him but now, as I handled him, his shaft grew to a very im­press­ive length and girth.

Mandy eyed him and gave a low whistle.

“All right,
now
I can see why you’re scared of let­ting your Daddy fuck you,” she re­marked. “That’s one mon­ster cock he’s got.” She soun­ded im­pressed.

I couldn’t help but agree with her. Salt was long and thick and hot in my hands—he was also much big­ger than any­one I’d ever been with.

“You can see why I need the medi­cine,” I told her ap­peal­ingly. “I, uh, need some­thing to help me loosen up.”

“Yeah, well…” She sniffed. “But you still haven’t proved you really want it.”

“What are you talk­ing about? Look at me.” I stroked Salt’s long shaft from the thick root to the broad, plum-shaped head to il­lus­trate my point. He shif­ted rest­lessly in his chair but still made no move to stop me. Good.

“You’re just touch­ing him,” Mandy said flatly. “I said
suck
him—get as much of that thick mon­ster in your mouth as you can. Maybe
then
I’ll tell you about the secret medi­cine.”

I took a deep breath. Could I do this? And more to the point, would Salt
let
me do it? Also, how was it go­ing to af­fect our part­ner­ship when this was all over? I didn’t know but if it was the only way to get Mandy to tell me what she knew, I didn’t think I had a choice.

Lean­ing for­ward ex­per­i­ment­ally, I rubbed my cheek against the long, rock-hard shaft. I could feel Salt throb­bing in my hands and I thought I heard a muffled groan from him as I caressed his hot length.

I had never let my­self think about this part of my part­ner’s ana­tomy be­fore—it was off lim­its, after all. But now I found that I liked this part of him—liked it a lot. Other than be­ing al­most scary-big, Salt’s cock was hot.

I mean that lit­er­ally—I could feel his heat ra­di­at­ing off the long, na­ked length. His warm, spicy musk was stronger here and I found that I liked that too. There was already a bead of pre­cum form­ing on the broad head, prov­ing that he liked what I was do­ing as well—or at least he was re­act­ing to it. Ex­per­i­ment­ally, I dar­ted out my tongue and lapped the bead away.

Salt shif­ted and I thought I heard him groan again but as be­fore he did noth­ing to stop me. To my sur­prise, I found I en­joyed the feel­ing of power I got from lick­ing and touch­ing him while he was sup­posed to be par­ti­cip­at­ing in a so­cial en­gage­ment. I could do any­thing I wanted to him and he had to just sit there and take it and pre­tend noth­ing was hap­pen­ing. It oc­curred to me that this was the per­fect re­venge for the too-hard spank­ing he had just given me.

“Do more—go on,” Mandy taunted me but she didn’t have to prod me into it. I found that I
wanted
to touch and taste and suck my part­ner’s shaft. I wanted to tor­ture Salt with sexu­ally con­fus­ing feel­ings just as he’d tor­tured me when he spanked me and made my pussy so wet.

Lean­ing for­ward again, I swirled my tongue around the broad head of his cock. Then I took it all the way into my mouth, be­ing care­ful to shield my teeth with my lips, and sucked and licked for all I was worth.

There was an­other muffled groan from above me and then I saw Salt’s big hands curl into fists on his knees. I felt a surge of tri­umph at the re­ac­tion I was get­ting from him. Oh yes,
I
was in con­trol here—in con­trol for the first time since we’d walked into the In­sti­tute. And I in­ten­ded to prove it right here and now by suck­ing him un­til he couldn’t see straight.

Mandy was watch­ing me with wide, avid eyes as I began to suck and stroke my part­ner’s thick cock in earn­est but I no longer cared about her. Didn’t care that I was only sup­posed to be do­ing this in or­der to get in­form­a­tion for our case or that I was just play­ing a role. I flat out wanted to drive Salt crazy with lust.

I couldn’t get him all the way into my mouth—there was no way. But I used both hands at once, bob­bing on the broad head and strok­ing up and down at the same time. Salt’s fists clenched tighter and I could al­most pic­ture him, sit­ting there at the table, strug­gling to keep a straight face while I went down on him for all I was worth.

It made me want to laugh but it also made me hot. Even as I sucked him, I could feel my pussy get­ting wet­ter and wet­ter. God, I was turn­ing my­self on al­most as I was turn­ing on Salt! Part of my brain in­sisted that this was a ser­i­ous prob­lem but I ig­nored it and kept suck­ing. I es­pe­cially liked the taste of my part­ner’s pre­cum—it was salty and slightly bit­ter and com­pletely de­li­cious. Its taste re­minded me of the scent of the ocean he seemed to carry around him. Per­fect.

“Oh my God, I can’t be­lieve you,” Mandy whispered. “I never would have thought a vir­gin could be such a good cock-sucker.”

I ig­nored her—why should I care what she had to say? I was only in­ter­ested in Salt at this point. And what I was in­ter­ested in was mak­ing him come…

I was pretty sure it would hap­pen soon. I could feel him throb­bing in my hands and he was mak­ing more and more of that de­li­cious, salty pre­cum. I lapped it away eagerly and sucked his shaft for more. I wanted to make him lose con­trol—wanted to—
Sud­denly Salt’s big hands grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me up, out from un­der the table and into the light.

“Mishka…”
He was breath­ing heav­ily and there was a fire in his eyes I’d never seen there be­fore.

“Let me go back un­der the table, Papa” I said, taunt­ing him. “I was al­most ready to make you fin­ish. Didn’t you like it? Don’t you want to come in your little
mishka’s
mouth?”

I could feel every eye on the table on me but at this point, I didn’t care. I was still half angry with Salt for the spank­ing and
more
than half turned on. Suck­ing and strok­ing him while he was help­less to do any­thing about it was a real power trip—even now I could feel how wet and swollen my pussy was. I was bet­ting that the little pink panties I was wear­ing were prob­ably soaked.

Salt’s eyes nar­rowed as he reached un­der the table to zip up his trousers.

“That will be enough of such lan­guage,
mishka!
Un­less you want an­other spank­ing,” he de­clared.

“Go ahead.” I put a hand on my hip. “I’m not scared of you,
Papa.”

“That’s it!” Salt stood up, push­ing his chair away ab­ruptly, and grabbed me by the up­per arm. “I will take no more sass and back talk. Now we are go­ing to the pun­ish­ment room!”

Some of the other Baby­girls gasped and put a hand to their mouths and the Dad­dies nod­ded ap­prov­ingly. Even Berkley looked pleased.

“If you’d like to pun­ish her by in­sert­ing her first plug, I can have Nurse Nancy meet you in the med­ical wing,” he offered.

In­sert­ing a plug?
No—hell no! I might have got­ten in­ex­plic­ably turned on when Salt was whip­ping my bare ass, but I was not ready to go there. And prob­ably never would be.