Page 22 of Daddy Issues

  “We brought you here to give you the medi­cine you keep ask­ing for,” Mandy chimed in and for once Berkley didn’t rep­rim­and her for talk­ing out of turn. She looked at me. “The kind that makes you ex­tra horny for your Daddy.”

  “You have such medi­cine?” Salt asked and I could feel his ex­cite­ment. Fi­nally, we were get­ting to the heart of the mat­ter—we were go­ing to find the source of the Please that was com­ing out of this place!

  I tried to feel ex­cited too, but all I could feel was weird. The tingling in my nipples and pussy was in­tensi­fy­ing un­til it was al­most pain­ful. It was dis­tract­ing and made it hard to keep my mind, which was already hazy at best, on the case.

  “We do have such medi­cine,” Berkley said mock­ingly. “And you’re go­ing to get the full be­ne­fit of it to­night.”

  “I don’t know.” Salt soun­ded guarded. “What is it ex­actly? And what does it do?”

  “Maybe you’ve heard of it—it’s called ‘Please Daddy’ or just ‘Please’ for short,” Mandy said, smil­ing.

  There it was—she had said the ma­gic word! I wished I could be more ex­cited but I was be­gin­ning to be really un­com­fort­able and it was hard to con­cen­trate.

  “I have heard of this, yes,” Salt said, frown­ing. “But I have also heard it can have ser­i­ous side ef­fects. Will make a girl feel like she is des­per­ate need of…”

  “In des­per­ate need of be­ing fucked, yes in­deed, it will. It will make her beg you to shove your cock in her sweet little cunt and pump un­til you fill her with your cum.”

  The ob­scene lan­guage com­ing out of Berkley’s mouth made me jerk my head up and look at him. What was go­ing on? Was this the same man who had got­ten so up­set about me say­ing “hell” when we first came to the In­sti­tute? Why the sud­den about-face on his stance on “filthy lan­guage?”

  “I do not wish to make my little mishka feel so des­per­ate and un­happy as that,” Salt was ob­ject­ing. “But maybe you could give me half dose for her?”

  “Too late.” Mandy gave an­other one of her an­noy­ing giggles. “She’s already had a double dose.”

  “What? What are you talk­ing about?” Salt de­man­ded. At the same time I said, “What double dose?”

  “A double dose of Please. What do you think was in the punch?” Mandy grinned at me. “What’s wrong, De­tect­ive Sug­ar­baker? Aren’t you happy? You’ve been try­ing to get your hands on some Please since the minute you got here and now you’ve had enough for two Baby­girls.”

  “What did you call my mishka?” Salt’s voice was low and dan­ger­ous.

  “Oh please, De­tect­ive Saltanov—enough pre­tense,” Berkley said. “We know who you are—we have from the minute you first ar­rived. Don’t feel bad though—it wasn’t your ac­tions that tipped us off. I have a little friend in the po­lice de­part­ment.”

  “So you…let us play along for all this time?” I asked through grit­ted teeth. God, I was on fire here! And my mind kept want­ing to go back to Little-space where I was ab­so­lutely use­less.

  “Yes, it was most amus­ing to see the two of you try­ing so hard to pre­tend you wanted to be here as a Daddy and Baby­girl.” He cocked his head at me. “Al­though to be hon­est, I won­der if pre­tense might have turned to real­ity. At least in your case, De­tect­ive Sug­ar­baker.”

  “You bas­tard,” I snarled at him. “You made me…the things you made me do…”

  “And the things we made your part­ner do to you, too—right?” Mandy smirked at us. “Now that’s got to be awk­ward—let­ting someone who’s ba­sic­ally just a coworker shave your pussy and shove a plug up your ass. Tell me, De­tect­ive,” she said, turn­ing to Salt. “How did you like do­ing all that to your part­ner? Was it fun? Did it turn you on to spank her un­til her little bot­tom was all rosy red?”

  Salt glowered at her.

  “I will not listen to this. Everything you have forced mishka—Andi—and I to do to­gether while we are here has been for one pur­pose only—stop­ping the dan­ger­ous drugs you are re­leas­ing onto the streets.”

  “I’m afraid you’re not go­ing to get your wish, my dear De­tect­ive,” Berkley drawled. “Far from stop­ping the flow of Please, you two are ac­tu­ally go­ing to help us dis­trib­ute it.”

  “What?” I ex­claimed and at the same time Salt growled, “Fuck you.”

  “It’s your little mishka you’re go­ing to be fuck­ing, De­tect­ive,” Mandy sneered. “She’s the one who had a double dose of Please so she’s the one who’s go­ing to need to be fucked. Oh, and fucked hard too.” Her eyes widened. “But I’m sure that won’t be a prob­lem. I’ve been watch­ing the two of you on the mon­it­ors in the view­ing room—I’ve seen how hot you are for each other. Really, we’re do­ing you a fa­vor, giv­ing you a reason to screw.”

  “I’m afraid Mandy is right,” Berkley said, smil­ing nas­tily. “Your part­ner is go­ing to need you in a new and spe­cial way very shortly, De­tect­ive Saltanov. I just hope you’re up to ser­vi­cing her the way she’s go­ing to need to be ser­viced.”

  “You bas­tard…” Salt took a step to­wards the other man, his hands flex­ing into fists. “How dare you give my mishka such a dan­ger­ous drug? How dare you risk her life?”

  “Oh, she’ll be fine—as long as she gets the in­tense sen­sa­tions her body is crav­ing,” Mandy said, grin­ning. “You see, Please en­gages the pleas­ure cen­ters of the brain and at the same time, it over­loads the auto­nomic nervous sys­tem cre­at­ing a crav­ing for sen­sa­tion so strong, the heart can stop if it isn’t ful­filled. The brain will lit­er­ally stop send­ing mes­sages to the heart to beat if the crav­ing isn’t sat­is­fied.”

  Salt and I stared at her and she laughed.

  “What? You thought I was just a dumb blonde? I don’t think so—I hold a PhD in Bio­med­ical Sci­ence. How do you think I met Dr. Berkley? I was his lab as­sist­ant.”

  “That’s enough show­ing off, Mandy,” Berkley said but he didn’t really sound angry. “The point is, De­tect­ive Saltanov, you’re go­ing to have to fuck your part­ner, De­tect­ive Sug­ar­baker there very hard in just a mo­ment if you want to keep her alive.”

  “I will never do this—it would be rape,” Salt pro­tested an­grily.

  “Not when you’re high on Please, it’s not,” Mandy said snarkily. “Then all you want is to get your pussy pumped by a big, hard cock. By your Daddy’s cock—isn’t that right, ‘mishka’?”

  I wanted to rap out a comeback but when I opened my mouth, only a moan came out. My whole body was in des­per­ate need now—my nipples were so sens­it­ive I wanted to rip down my dress. My pussy felt swollen and empty at the same time.

  You need to be filled, whispered a dark little voice in my brain. You need to be fucked or you’re go­ing to die.

  “Andi? Mishka?” Salt was look­ing at me, his pale blue eyes filled with anxi­ety. “Are you all right?”

  “I…I…” I wanted to say I was fine but the words wouldn’t come out. All I could see when I looked at my part­ner was the man I wanted more than any­thing else in the world. All I could think about was hav­ing his thick cock bur­ied to the hilt in­side me, filling me, fuck­ing me, com­ing in me…

  “Mishka?” he said again.

  “Salt,” I whispered brokenly. “Papa…I need…need you so much. I’m sorry but I can’t help it.”

  “Ah-ha—I do be­lieve that’s the Please kick­ing in.” Berkley soun­ded in­suf­fer­ably smug. “Such a pity we can’t stay and watch but we thought you might like some pri­vacy.”

  He star­ted to go for the door but Salt was sud­denly block­ing his path.

  “No,” he growled men­acingly in the other man’s face. “No, you will fix this—fix Andi right now! There must be an­ti­dote to help her re­cover. Give it to us now.”

  “Alas, De­tect­ive, I fear the only an­ti­dote is in?
?tense phys­ical sen­sa­tion and only you can give it to her. Ah-ah—not an­other step closer.” A snub nosed re­volver sud­denly ap­peared in one ar­is­to­cratic, long-fingered hand. “Mandy, come here,” he called and she came to him im­me­di­ately, put­ting an arm around his waist.

  “Salt,” I begged. “Papa, please…I need you…need you in me.” The words were dragged from my throat. I didn’t want to say them but I couldn’t help my­self—I was burn­ing and I felt so empty in­side.

  “You—I will kill you!” Salt snarled at Berkley, who only shook his head.

  “I don’t think so, De­tect­ive Saltanov. Now listen care­fully, be­cause this is how it’s go­ing to go. First Mandy and I are go­ing to leave while you and De­tect­ive Sug­ar­baker stay here. You will help her with the Please crav­ings—I know you will be­cause you don’t want to see her die. Cor­rect?”

  “You bas­tard,” Salt said thickly. “Of course I do not want her to die but neither do I wish to rape her.”

  “Well, I don’t think we can call it rape when they’re crawl­ing on the floor and beg­ging for it,” Berkley said, grin­ning evilly. “At least, I don’t. Think of it—your part­ner is a strong wo­man who re­fuses to fol­low your lead and do as she’s told. And now here’s your chance to get her back for all that. Ad­mit it, De­tect­ive Saltanov, doesn’t it feel good to hear her beg­ging for you to fuck her? It’s po­etic justice, don’t you think?”

  “Is sick,” Salt growled at him. “Just as everything else you do in this fuck­ing place is sick. I am dis­gus­ted by you.”

  My part­ner’s words some­how pen­et­rated the drugged haze of lust that had clouded my mind. Des­pite the burn­ing in­side me and the feel­ing of need so deep I thought I might scream, I felt them like a knife in my guts. God, did he really feel like that? Did he really think that everything we’d been do­ing here was per­ver­ted and dis­gust­ing?

  “I’m sorry you feel that way,” Berkley said coolly. “But dis­gus­ted or not, I’m afraid you’ll have to get used to me. As I said, you and your sweet little part­ner are go­ing to be our new­est Please dis­trib­ut­ors.”

  “Like Hell we will!” Salt snarled. “Why would we do such a thing?”

  “Why be­cause, De­tect­ive, this whole en­counter is be­ing re­cor­ded. And not in grainy black and white like the mon­it­ors—oh no.” Berkley grinned. “It’s be­ing re­cor­ded in high def color. And as soon as you fuck your part­ner—which you will do, be­cause you don’t want her to die—I’ll have the per­fect piece of black­mail to hold over your head. You and De­tect­ive Sug­ar­baker will do any­thing I say or I’ll re­lease this re­cord­ing over every so­cial me­dia chan­nel in the world. And I’ll see to it that both your names are plastered all over it so that every­one, in­clud­ing all of your friends, fam­ily, and cowork­ers, know that it’s you on that nasty, nasty video.”

  He gave an ugly laugh and Mandy re­peated her an­noy­ing giggle. I wanted to shoot both of them but I had no gun—I only had a burn­ing void in­side me that needed des­per­ately to be filled. With a low groan, I fell to my knees. It was all I could do not to reach between my legs and star­ted touch­ing my­self at once. The de­sire in me was get­ting so bad that I didn’t care who saw me do such an in­tim­ate and private thing. I didn’t care about any­thing but get­ting re­lief.

  “Please,” I moaned to Salt. “Please, I need you!”

  Berkley let out an ugly, bray­ing laugh.

  “Fuck or die, Baby­girl,” he sneered. “Fuck or die.”

  His crude words struck a chord with me and brought back a vivid memory.

  The video, I thought wildly. The one on­line with the blonde girl and the man in the suit—it’s Berkley. He’s the man in the suit! He’s not just run­ning a Please lab here—he ac­tu­ally in­ven­ted the stuff!

  If we could prove that and bring him in—

  But the thought was cut off by an­other wave of long­ing. My body was lit­er­ally re­belling against me—de­mand­ing that I get the at­ten­tion I needed. I felt like if I didn’t have it soon, I really would die.

  The door slammed be­hind Berkley and his Baby­girl and Salt and I were left alone in the big room to­gether. Salt looked at me and I looked at him.

  What the hell were we go­ing to do?

  Chapter Fif­teen

  “Salt,” I moaned, reach­ing for him. “Papa—please.” I got to my knees in front of him and star­ted fum­bling for his zip­per but Salt knocked my hands away.

  “No, Andi!” he said sharply. “Did you not hear what that bas­tard said? We are be­ing re­cor­ded here. Everything we do will be seen by every­one.”

  I knew cog­nit­ively that what he was say­ing was true—that we were in danger of com­mit­ting pro­fes­sional sui­cide if we did any­thing sexual at all. Not that the Cap­tain would ne­ces­sar­ily fire us—how could he when I had been given a drug dur­ing the course of duty which im­paired my judg­ment? But real­ist­ic­ally, even if Salt and I kept our jobs, every­one we saw would know us. We would be In­ter­net fam­ous and not in a good way.

  I could just ima­gine try­ing to ar­rest a sus­pect and be­ing re­cog­nized as the cop who got screwed by her part­ner while she was high on Please. It would be hard for Salt too but he was a man—he would sur­vive it. Me, on the other hand—well, I would be fucked. Both lit­er­ally and fig­ur­at­ively.

  But none of that seemed to mat­ter now. All I wanted was to feel Salt’s thick­ness in­side me. All I wanted was his big, hard body cov­er­ing mine, tak­ing me, mak­ing me his. All I wanted was to be filled.

  “Salt, please,” I begged, reach­ing for him again. “I can’t stand it—I need you so much!”

  “This is not what you need—you only think you need it,” Salt pro­tested.

  “I know I need it.” I was sink­ing to the car­pet now. My body felt like it had some­how ac­quired a black hole—a suck­ing de­sire that ec­lipsed everything else in the world. That hole in­side me needed to be filled. If it wasn’t, I had the feel­ing that I would col­lapse in on my­self—that I would cease to ex­ist. I slumped to my side and felt the thick car­pet against my face.

  “Andi? Andi!” Salt soun­ded pan­icked now. He picked me up off the floor as though I weighed no more than a rag doll and car­ried me to one of the oxblood leather couches. “Andi!” he said again, shak­ing me.

  “Please,” I whispered, the need still ra­ging in­side me. “Please, Salt, I’ll die if you don’t give it to me. I know I will.”

  His face grew grim. “Then I will give you what you need—but not what you want.”

  “What…what are you talk­ing about?” It was an ef­fort to get the words out but be­fore I could ask any­more, Salt was flip­ping me over and bend­ing me across his knee.

  Be­fore I could protest, he had pushed up my skirt, ripped down my panties and was rain­ing a vol­ley of hard, open-handed blows down on my bare ass.

  “Ow…ow!” I gasped. “What the hell are you do­ing?”

  “Giv­ing you what you need.” Salt’s voice was harsh as he con­tin­ued to spank me. Smack…smack…smack… went his big hand against my na­ked bot­tom. “Is the de­sire be­gin­ning to be less?” he de­man­ded.

  It was in­cred­ibly hard to think through the thick haze of lust and the over­whelm­ing drug-in­duced de­sire but I made a real ef­fort and fi­nally un­der­stood what my part­ner was do­ing. He was sav­ing my ass—lit­er­ally—by beat­ing it. And it was ac­tu­ally help­ing—some.

  “More,” I begged him, wig­gling on his lap, though the rough spank­ing was already mak­ing my ass sting and the tears come to my eyes. “Salt, if you’re go­ing to spank me you have to do it more—harder.”

  “I do not wish to hurt you,” he pro­tested.

  “You have to.” I wriggled in his grip, press­ing my ass up to meet the pun­ish­ing blows. The void in­side me had shrunk a little when Salt h
ad first star­ted spank­ing me but now I felt it ex­pand­ing again, threat­en­ing to eat me whole if I didn’t get enough sen­sa­tion. Pleas­ure or pain or both—that black hole in­side me didn’t care as long as it got fed. “More!” I in­sisted, dig­ging my fin­ger­nails into his thigh. “Please, I need more!”

  “You want more? Very well—I will give you more.”

  Salt stood ab­ruptly, spill­ing me out of his lap and onto the floor. With quick, jerky mo­tions he began un­buck­ling his belt.

  At first I thought he was go­ing to fuck me after all and my heart leapt in my chest. Fi­nally, whispered a little voice in­side me. Fi­nally you’ll get what you’ve been want­ing for so long.

  I didn’t just mean since my Please over­dose, either. If I was be­ing truly hon­est with my­self—and in that brief mo­ment, I was—I had to ad­mit that I had wanted Salt for years. From the mo­ment he came into my life and re­fused to back down no mat­ter what I threw at him. At work, even Cap­tain Douglas backed off when I got ag­gress­ive enough. But not Salt. He was un­mov­able, loyal, de­pend­able, and pro­tect­ive. All that made me want him, with or without the Please in my sys­tem.

  But my an­ti­cip­a­tion was short lived. In­stead of open­ing his trousers, my part­ner pulled his belt off com­pletely and wrapped the buckle end around one big hand. The rest dangled from his fist limply like a sleepy snake.

  “Salt?” I asked un­cer­tainly. “Papa?”

  The ex­pres­sion in his eyes was hard and cold and dead as he looked at me.

  “Andi,” he said tone­lessly. “Lie across the arm of the couch and raise your skirt.”

  I looked at the long black strap of leather hanging from his fist and sud­denly I was afraid.

  “Please,” I whispered, look­ing up at him. “Please, can’t you just…just fuck me in­stead?”

  “You know I can­not.” His eyes were still cold. “Now do as I tell you or I will have to force you into po­s­i­tion. I do not wish to do that.”

  It came to me that he didn’t want to do any of this—that he was for­cing him­self to go to a place he’d never wanted to be in. I couldn’t help re­mem­ber­ing the scars on his broad back which had been made by his father’s belt. He had told me once, be­fore we fell down this rab­bit hole, that he would never beat me in the way he had been beaten. Yet, here we were and he was pre­par­ing to do ex­actly that.