Forbidden Love: My Daddy's Best Friend

Forbidden 13

Signals

All the other issues are smaller and easier things to resolve. After going through the contract itself, he has me sit with a list of acts, items. and other things.

I mark off what I have tried, enjoyed, didn’t enjoy and what I’m willing to try. Sitting I watch him as he goes through it shocked, he didn’t think I would have done so much. To be fair, a lot of it was done because of Joel, not in the dynamics, it wasn’t a choice.

“Explain why there is a lot you have ticked done but unsure of?” I think about how I can explain it without him knowing

“I don’t know, I just feel like because I wasn’t comfortable with him, I never fully relaxed so I don’t know if I would enjoy it.” That is all I can

say.

“Okay, ready to sign?”

I laugh at his words. “I would have just signed it without reading, I only read it because you made me.”

“You don’t just sign shit like this. Never go in blind, read it all from now on please baby girl. I could have had a clause in there that stated I could sell you to others, auction you out, anything.” I nod, I know that now, but before with Joel I didn’t.

“So, now are you going to give in and fuck me?” I can hope, he laughs and shakes his head.

“No baby girl, stand and wait there for a minute.” I do as he says and

walks off coming back with a whip and crop. I do hope this is a

punishment for drinking, I love punishments. “Right, I will do a signal, if you know what it means, do it. If you get it wrong. I whip you, don’t just instantly assume, really consider it.”

I nod, standing ready. I watch as he moves to point to the floor, well that’s obvious, I go to kneel and the whip swings, hitting my ass and making me moan.

“No, baby girl!” He does it again and I consider what it could mean, other than to kneel. I watch and realise, moving I walk to him and stop ahead of him. His mouth kisses my breast. “Good girl.” I watch as he points to the floor, this time with two fingers.

Okay, that has to mean kneel, right? I move and kneel and he nods. telling me well done. The same two fingers spread, and I smile, I move and open my legs while kneeling and he groans, his eyes fixed between my thighs. I guess I did it right.

“Good baby girl, really fucking good.” He’s slowly losing it, which I love.

His fingers change, this time four pointing down.

“What the fuck does that mean, daddy?” I jump and scream feeling the crop hit my breast through his shirt.

“Don’t speak baby girl. It means hands and knees.” I lean down on my hands and he kneels before me, I watch as the same four fingers spread. I bite back telling him that’s fucking stupid, but I don’t. There’s nothing else I can think of either.

He moves grasping my arms and pulling them above my head so my face is pressed against the floor. “It means this position. Arms stretched above your head, check against the floor.”

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“You mean the perfect position for anal, daddy?” The sting of the whip has me screaming. I was being honest, but okay, no more snide

remarks. He does the signal for kneel and I kneel, and then he holds up a finger.

“One daddy?” Okay, I know that means stand, as I am standing the crop hits my breast.

“Stop being a brat baby girl or I stop entirely.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” He nods and smiles his fingers crossed and I try to consider what it could mean, I go to talk and he raises his eyebrow. Wait, crossed fingers. I stand silent and smile, it means quiet, I hope

anyway.

He kisses my neck, growling good girl in my car and I almost come from that alone.

“Right, this means to stand by the door.” He points to the door, pretty basic. I nod in a way tha

says I understand. “This means go out of the room, but stay close.” He uses two fingers to point to the door so I nod accepting that I understand.

I watch as his index finger and thumb touch and point down. “It means sit on the floor here.” He then does the signal for kneel, so I do. Please say now he is going to fuck me.

“This one means leave, and do as you were told, or if you weren’t given instructions it means you’re free to do what you want.” The same two fingers and his thumb point to the door.

“Now are you doing to fuck me, Daddy?” I bite against my lip and he chuckles, the crop his my breast making me jump. He moves, his finger drawing Z? or maybe the number 2?

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“Sleep?” I scream at the sting of the crop against my breast.

“No, it means undress, entirely, everything.”

“Okay, daddy.”

“Right, the signals I will do at random until you’re used to them. I won‘

t use just signals all the time baby girl. As the contract states, you do it, with no arguments, or there are punishments. If I point towards an object that usually means go to it or get it. That will only really be used in the room, during scenes.”

“Okay, daddy.” I stay kneeling looking up at him.

“Come on then.” He pulls me up, and we walk upstairs, he stops at a room and scans his hand, it opens and we step inside.

Well shit, this is a lot. I’m used to rooms used for BDSM but this, hell it has me wanting to run away while running into it and play.

“Ready to run now baby girl?” His voice is full of humour. “You look like you’re regretting this already.

I turn and smile at him. “Checkmate Daddy, I’m right where I wanted to be.” He groans.

“I thought you would run after the contract, signals and seeing this room.” He stares amazed.

“Only running I’m doing Daddy is my mouth if you don’t put it to use.” He doesn’t look impressed with me. I watch his finger move and I know he means strip. Standing he watches as I remove his shirt and then my underwear. He closes his eyes and it is as if he is telling himself it is wrong. It is, but who cares?