Chapter title inspired by "Lolita" by Lana del Rey
***** TRIGGER WARNINGS*****
❗️Extreme Kink Alert❗️
This chapter has Jim and Claire (two consenting adults) participating in Ageplay kink at the club. This type of play can be non-sexual/lifestyle based, or it can be sexual/scene/role-play based.
The form described here IS sexual ageplay. Claire and Jim engage in Daddy kink while fully role-playing as a young girl with an older dominant teaching her about sex and being her first— hence the "Lolita" title. Her mindset will drift in and out of her current age (36), the age where she first started feeling sexual (13), and the age she lost her virginity (18).
Ageplay can understandably be triggering to some, or just not your thing. If these warnings make you feel uncomfortable in any way, please skip this chapter. It's written as a one-shot, and skipping it will not impact your understanding of the plot at all. This is a one-time, stand-alone scene and very easily skippable. 😉
It's also the longest chapter of this fic by far. Grab a drink and get comfortable if you're sticking around! 😘
- celestialsister0918
The laborious hours of weeding through old yearbooks, trophies, records, and photos were finally over, and Claire bit her lip nervously as Jim drove them northeast to the club. They were excited nerves for sure; her pulse was racing, her skin clammy, her nether regions already on fire. She couldn't believe she suddenly loved giving up control, but in a way it made sense. People typically had these kind of bodily reactions to things that were different, and letting Jim dominate certainly opened up new doors. For someone who'd spent eighteen years playing on one side of the fence, these sudden switches were exhilarating.
Of course Jim was responsible and thorough with his newly adopted role, just as he was with all things. As the street lights danced over his face, her driver glanced at her with a stern, resolute expression. "Do I have your consent to be your daddy tonight? To make you my little girl?"
Delight coursed through her like waves.
"Yes," whispered Claire, her breath ragged.
"To dress you the way I'd like?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"We're going to age-play. Feel free to play with different ages as you like... but really innocent... like your Daddy's sheltered and protected you. Does any of that bother you?" His voice was deep, confident, and almost melodic as he laid out his terms.
Claire trembled a bit against the passenger seat, and her sweaty palm grabbed the armrest. "No, it doesn't bother me, Daddy."
"You understand I'm not trying to be your actual father... the man in this role-play is your Daddy. You're not this man's daughter— you're his princess... baby girl, little girl... do you have objections to those names or the role?"
Claire resisted the urge to laugh at her Toy explaining the nuances of a kink to her. She simply shook her head. "No... I don't object."
"And you understand that just because I want to take care of you this way and see you this way in a game doesn't mean I would ever want anything like this outside of our relationship. Does that make sense?"
"You don't have to defend a kink to me, Jim, I promise," Claire said gently. "And yes, it makes perfect sense, Daddy."
In spite of her even tone, her mind was already scrambling to understand how Jim Gordon could possibly be so relaxed and confident with such a game. On a textbook level she more than understood; she'd played Mommy to several men and women before. Role-play between two consenting adults was just that, but it still amazed her that her straight-laced, by-the-book Commissioner Gordon could allow himself to stray down such a controversial path of kink. That was an insanely hot turn-on in and of itself— that she could get a man like him to cast aside constraints and just submit to primal desire in a safe space. Especially when he had such a strict code of behavior in real life. She couldn't fucking wait.
"Do you trust me to restrain and punish you using the implements in Room 5?" he continued.
"Yes... I think. Um, Jim? When have you ever been in Room 5?"
Jim gave a deep chuckle. "Remember the night you went out to dinner with Grace? To convince her to pair up with me? I came down here and met up with Bruce Wayne, to get his sponsorship for the ball. He suggested a tour of the parts of the club I hadn't seen. I've done some research on the things in that particular room since then. It's pretty... intriguing."
Wow, so Jim really did have an age-play kink. He'd even done research. Judging by the dampness of Claire's panties in that moment, she shared his sense of intrigue. She had always preferred the "Mistress" moniker to "Mommy" personally, but perhaps that was because she preferred to be parented rather than to parent when it came to this particular brand of kink.
Jim pulled to a stop in front of the Asylum and came around to open Claire's door. He drew her in his arms the moment he shut it behind her, brushing a curl back from her face. "Do you think you might enjoy this at all?" he asked tenderly. "That you'd get something out of it too?"'
Claire melted. He wasn't Daddy in this moment; he was her sweet, thoughtful, oh-so-careful Jim. "I think I'd enjoy most anything with you, Jim. But this is certainly new for me. Let's just see how it goes, okay?"
Jim squeezed her hand and held it as he led her down the steps and inside.
"Zac, entertain my little girl for me for a few moments, will you?" Jim said brightly. "Ten minutes should do it. Then please escort her to Room 5. Princess, you'll find your attire for the evening waiting— I expect you to be dressed and in Display, but you can hold your favorite stuffy if it makes you feel better while you wait for Daddy." The soft instructions ran lightly over his tongue, and he kissed her chastely, leaving her warm from head to toe.
Jim disappeared with a confident stride, and a dumbfounded Zac absentmindedly pressed the button to open the room.
"What the actual hell?" Zac sputtered. "I remember Officer Daddy, but is JJ actually making you baby-play? And you're allowing it?
"Shhh!" Claire snapped. "You're ruining my headspace — stop it. Just play your role and shut up."
Zac laughed. "You're far from the right headspace if you're able to yell at me like that, baby girl. Fine... let's wait our ten minutes and get you dressed for Daddy. I'd offer you a drink while we wait, but I don't want to get arrested."
Claire rolled her eyes and watched him make drinks for a few other patrons, including Nathaniel, a regular of hers who eyed her with interest. He was dressed in a plaid blazer; his shoulder-length silver hair and tortoise shell rims would normally send a pleasant thrill through her as she pictured tying him to the cross, but tonight it did nothing.
"Here's some orange juice with a splash of pineapple, Pumpkin." Zac offered her with a wink as he moseyed back over to her end of the bar. "Kinda boring, but it'll make you taste sweet."
"I always taste sweet," she reminded him haughtily.
"That you do," Nathaniel agreed. "Who has the pleasure of scening with you this evening?" His elegant British accent danced over the electronica soundtrack of the current show onstage.
"You forget yourself, sugar," Claire replied. "Sounded like you were propositioning a Domme there for a second."
"Well, technically speaking, you're not..." nosy Zac spoke up, but Claire held up a firm hand. She didn't need her new role broadcast at the club just yet. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about the public ramifications. But that would be a self-reflection better left for another day, because her ten minute wait was nearly up.
Zac zipped his mouth and emerged from behind the bar, offering her his arm. She grinned at him and let him lead her to Room 5, anticipation leaping through her every cell. When she arrived her eyes immediately reminded themselves of the room's unique features, all designed for a very specific type of kink.
There was a bed of course, but a double as opposed to the king ones found in most other rooms. It was supposed to be a more youthful size. The walls of the room were a bright mint green, and the comforter on the bed featured purple, black, and mint varsity-like stripes. It was outfitted with fuzzy and puffy pillows, teddy bears and stuffed bunnies and monkeys, sports pennants on the walls, even teen idol posters. It featured a desk for homework and written punishments, and a large bookcase stocked with movies and reading material. Claire knew it wasn't ordinary media; it was "explicitly" designed to erase the innocence of the room's temporary inhabitant. Along similar lines was a basket on the dresser filled with copies of Playboy and Hustler, labeled "Property of Daddy— Touch at Your Own Risk." Just to the side of the mirrored dresser was a large, wall-mounted TV.
At one of the rear corners stood a sex swing, mounted with traditional playground poles rather than on the ceiling. The opposite corner held a play center with more juvenile items— coloring books and crayons, play-doh, a tea set, and Barbies. Claire knew the white dressers with their sparkling purple knobs all held an assortment of dildos and impact items.
Some of the more hardcore equipment was absent from this room, as Daddy-play and its Mommy counterpart leaned toward a more gentle, sensual, and comforting type of dominance. Nearer to the front of the room, where she stood now, was a large recliner she knew to be Daddy's chair, flanked by an adult-sized rocking horse featuring a dildo saddle. On the chair's other side, facing the wall, was a smaller time-out chair— wooden, with no cushion.
It was on this chair that Jim had chosen to place her outfit for the evening: a thin, delicate white tank top with eyelet lace trim, accompanied by a black lace miniskirt— emphasis on the word "mini." As Claire shimmied into it after neatly folding her jeans and sweater, she realized it barely covered the strawberry-patterned cotton panties he'd left for her. There was no matching bra, so she assumed Jim preferred for her not to wear one. For her feet he'd selected white knee-high stockings with large pink bows and baby pink boots with white laces. She surveyed herself in the long mirror on the back of the door before kneeling in her expected position.
The outfit itself would be sexy and perfectly suited to Claire's normal taste, but the added footwear gave it the element Jim was clearly going for. She clutched a furry purple gorilla to her chest as she waited.
"Ah, there's my princess," Jim murmured as he entered the room. Claire fought the urge to whip her head around to look at him, remembering she wasn't in control of her own body any longer. She heard him punching the keypad to lock the door behind him.
"Did you have a good day at school?" he continued, and she heard his heavy footsteps dissipate as he left the polished concrete entryway in favor of the plush white carpet where she knelt. "You may answer, sweetheart. Never be afraid to talk to me."
Jim's voice was soft but somehow still authoritative. She shivered with a complicated cocktail of nerves and contentment.
"Yes, I had a very good day, Daddy. I got an A on my science test."
"That's my good girl." He came to a stop in front of her, so close that only his trousered-knees downward were in her field of vision. His dress shoes were impeccably shined, and his pant legs were a dark navy with a fine silk sheen. Having been on the mommy side of things, she was unfamiliar with the room's menswear selection; it was a very nice suit, and she longed to look up and take in all of him while fingering the fine threads.
"I'm concerned though, princess, with what you wore today," he added. "Look at me, please, when I'm talking to you."
Claire's head snapped up, half eagerly, half nervously. Hadn't she worn the clothing he'd left for her? But she didn't have time to ponder before he continued.
"I thought we had discussed the importance of modesty?" Jim let the pads of his fingers trace beneath her chin before closing his palm over her cheek. She instinctively nuzzled him, enjoying the strong whiff of his cologne. She could tell he'd recently reapplied it when dressing just now. Her eyes focused on the glimmer of gold beneath his navy jacket cuff— an expensive watch to go with his fancy suit.
"What will people think about my princess if she goes to school dressed like this?" he inquired, his tone becoming shorter, slightly elevated. "Stand."
Claire promptly obeyed, watching his gaze trail down to the high hemline of her black lace skirt. His other hand fingered the fabric, his knuckles ghosting her upper thighs. He made a clicking sound of disapproval. "Answer me, princess. What will people think?"
Claire licked her bottom lip slowly. "That I'm a bad girl, Daddy."
"Exactly, my sweet love," he agreed, moving his fingers to toy with the tiny string knotted above the eyelet lace top. "And not just that your a bad girl... but their bad girl. When in fact you're a very good girl, and you belong to someone else. Who do you belong to?"
"You, Daddy. I'm your good girl."
He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Yes, you are. And because you're mine, I have to punish you when you do something wrong... to show you the better way. Help you learn. Do you understand?"
Claire felt her breath escalate. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you."
His arm came around her waist and squeezed. "You're welcome, sweet girl. Come over here and lay on my lap."
He took a seat on the red recliner and stared her up and down a couple of times before beckoning her over.
"On your belly, little girl. Right over my legs."
"Yes, Daddy." Claire eased herself into the requested position, noting how sturdy his muscular legs felt beneath her. She rested her arms over the velvet chair arm and allowed them to support her head as she attempted to relax. Jim's hand came up to massage her back before trailing down to squeeze her bum through the black lace.
"So naughty..." he sighed. "Look how easily I can just push this little skirt right up. At least you didn't go for naughty lingerie underneath. I'm glad you haven't learned about that yet."
Claire bit her lip and recalled "Daddy's" magazine basket over on the dresser. Her inner brat... perhaps Mistress begging to be released in some form... maybe the real-life young Claire, who had always been difficult... couldn't hold back.
"I did learn about it, Daddy. I couldn't help it."
"Learn about what? Lingerie? Do you even know what that is?"
Claire wished she could turn over and see his face right now. Jim was an amazing actor— very improvisational. She supposed his line of work necessitated such often enough, with interrogations and having to think on his feet.
"Y— yes, Daddy," she answered, making her voice quiver. "I... accidentally... saw one of your magazines."
"Oh, you did?" he said softly. "And did you like what you saw?"
"Yes, very much," she answered. "Would you... would you buy me some to wear? If I'm good?"
He let out a low chuckle. "I think we can arrange that. But don't rush, little girl. I like you like this." His fingertip connected the strawberries on her soft cotton panties, sending a shiver up her spine and a gush of wetness onto the lining. "But you still need your punishment, little one." His gentle traces faded and were replaced by a firm smack to the fleshy part of her butt. She jumped as it jiggled.
"Can you count for me, princess?"
"Yes, Daddy. But how many?" She feigned a bit of fear.
"I think thirteen with my hand..."
"Like my birthday spankings?" Claire giggled, figuring she'd try a few different ages on for size.
"Such a smart little girl." He caressed her curls lovingly before giving a second, harder smack. "Start counting. You're already two behind."
"One... two... THREE, Daddy," she breathed as he delivered her next one.
He continued in this fashion as she counted, delivering his smacks to different parts of her behind like a skilled Dom, varying his force to keep her guessing and control her pain. Those damn pink panties were so soaked at this point she would bet he could feel it spreading back to where his hand made contact. He was at thirteen in no time, and she found herself disappointed that the punishment was over as he tucked her hair to the side and leaned down to kiss her cheek.
"Are you ready for the rest now?" he asked softly.
"But you said thirteen!" She titled to gaze up at him, finding his mouth fixed in a sexy line beneath his silvery brown bristles.
"Thirteen with my hand, princess. Always pay attention to words..."
"Mmmm... okay, Daddy, I will. What's next?" She toyed playfully with the lapel of his jacket while she waited, and she was aware of his hard belt buckle pressing into her side. She shifted ever so slightly forward to see if she could feel his erection, but he seemed to have her angled just high enough that she avoided it.
Look at him, being so proper, she thought, but as he arched his hips to lower his hand down to the ground by his chair, she met its familiar poke with a smile. Jim produced a short, leather belt slapper — a single piece of wide black leather folded on itself and secured with round silver studs. The studs continued down the contoured handle, which Jim held confidently in his right hand.
"I want you to lie on your bed for this one, princess. Daddy needs to get a good angle so the punishment doesn't hurt too much, alright?"
Claire raised up on one elbow and nodded with a smile. "Thank you, Daddy. I'll go now."
"Good girl."
Claire pranced to the foot of the bed and promptly bent over, but he corrected her from his seated position on the chair.
"No, princess. You'll have to take your skirt and panties off for this one, I'm afraid. Those first thirteen were just warm up, so I let you have those pretty little panties as a barrier. I'm afraid I can't be as gentle with these."
Claire remained on the bed but came to sit, curling her knees to her chest and offering him an eyeful of the strawberry cotton. "But Daddy... you'll see me naked," she whispered.
"It's okay," he said with a wink. "It's just for a punishment, then we'll put them right back on if you want. Besides... when you dress like that, it's almost like you want me to see you naked, isn't it, princess? Perhaps it's an appropriate punishment, then?"
"Yes, you're right," she agreed. She stood long enough to slip the skirt and panties to the floor, then resumed position belly-down on the bed, squeezing her thighs together in a play attempt at modesty. She heard Jim approach behind her and begin massaging the stinging marks from his previous blows.
"Nice and warm for me, princess. Such a good girl. Are you ready?"
"How many this time, Daddy?"
"Can you handle ten, sweetheart?"
"Oh, yes. You can even make it thirteen again if you'd like."
Jim pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder blade next to her thin spaghetti strap before beginning. He didn't waste time warming her up with these, landing a stinging lash at first contact. Claire resisted the urge to cry out, knowing Grace had told her many times that she thought male Dominants preferred a more stoic female sub. But the strap was intense, and she wasn't nearly as practiced as her best friend.
"Are you okay, baby girl?" he soothed after the third strike.
"Y— yes, Daddy. I'm okay. But it hurts." She was telling the truth of course, but she put it in her best teenage girl whine in hopes he would forgive her complaints.
"Awww, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Would you like Daddy to rub it when he's done? Maybe some lotion?"
"Mmmm, yes, please."
The strap continued to sear on contact, sending shocks through her body that seemed to radiate to her actual heart, which jumped with each impact. Claire had newfound respect for her subs and all they managed to endure. She was quite unaccustomed to such things.
"Ow, Daddy!" she finally cried at the twelfth strike, tears filling her eyes. "It hurts... please make me feel better." She was careful not to safeword, hoping he remembered the difference between a role-play cry and an actual request to stop. His hand came to rub her tender flesh, and she winced.
"One more, my sweet girl. You're doing so well for Daddy." He delivered it promptly, choosing not to prolong her pain. Claire sighed and relaxed into the mattress at the final crack. Jim placed the slapper on the nightstand, and she watched as he flexed his hand and worked out his own tension before reaching into the drawer for a balm. She noted in her expert assessment of club supplies that it was the "penetration safe" one, so she dared to hope his hand might be planning to offer her a bit of relief while it worked its magic over her injuries.
"Scoot up on the mattress for me, sweet girl."
Claire inched her half-naked body upward and watched as he allowed his suit jacket to drop on top of the dresser. He unbuttoned his wrist cuffs and pushed the dark sleeves up to reveal his defined forearms, decorated with that shiny gold watch. Claire sighed when the warm balm made contact with her raw skin. Her Daddy rubbed tenderly... lovingly. He laid his stubbled cheek on the back of her thigh, his nose dangerously close to her sex. She could feel her tiny bud begin to quiver with his proximity, jumping up and down and begging for attention.
"Do you know what made you dress like this today, little one?" Jim asked her softly. "We need to talk about why you do these naughty things so you won't do them again."
Claire pondered a moment, trying to let her head drift into the right space rather than steer the game herself. "I don't know, Daddy. I just have these... feelings. And for some reason dressing like this makes me feel excited... makes the feelings grow."
"Ah, so they are good feelings?" His hand moved down to her ankle and traced back upward, careful to stay on her outer leg and not drift to her center.
"I don't know, Daddy. They're so new... I don't understand them." She peered back at him, wide-eyed. "I just like it... when people look at me."
"I see." Jim's eyes raised and his mouth smirked. "Tell Daddy about the feelings. Where are they?"
"In my tummy." Claire played with the juvenile word, hoping it still fell within his realm of acceptable play. It just felt right, and her lines were flowing easily now.
He smiled and bent down, kissing her cheek. "And is it a good feeling?"
"Mmm-hmm. I just want more of it."
He took a curl of her hair and twisted it around his fingers. "What if Daddy could help you feel like that?" His other hand returned to her bare bottom, caressing his punishments.
"I think I would like that," she answered after considering for a moment.
Jim rose to standing. "All right, sweet girl. But first you need to make Daddy a bit more comfortable, okay? He had a hard day at work. Would you like to help me undress?"
"Yes!" Claire came to her knees eagerly at the edge of the bed and reached for the tailored shirt with its rich navy sheen, pulling it out of his belted waistline. Her fingers clumsily worked the buttons, giggling as she uncovered each patch of skin.
"What's so funny, princess?"
"Your chest is a little hairy, Daddy. And you're muscle-ly..." Claire's thumb hovered over Jim's right nipple, her wide eyes seeking permission to touch.
Jim chuckled and granted it, taking her hand in his and lowering it to his chest. "That's it, baby girl. Rub it with your thumb. See how it changes?"
"Mmm-hmm... it gets harder."
"Good girl. Do you know yours do that too? Even more so. Do you want to see?"
Claire nodded, the fire whipping through her lower half seeming to creep upward and melt her brain. She felt a mental shift as her mind fell deeper into her role.
"May Daddy take your shirt off, princess?" Jim asked as he shrugged his own to the floor.
"Yes, please."
His thick fingers tugged at the tiny white ribbon to loosen the eyelet lace before lifting it over her raised arms. Claire made a timid move to cover her exposed breasts, but Jim shook his head.
"How can Daddy make your body feel good if you cover it? Show me my princess's beautiful breasts."
Claire removed her arm shyly, her nipples hardening a little on the open room's cold air.
"Mmm... so beautiful... so perfect," Jim praised. "And see? Yours get hard without even touching them. Do you want to see if Daddy can get them harder?"
Claire whimpered and nodded. She felt her insides down below churning and sending a seeping wetness onto her bare thighs. She felt like flames were whipping through her entire being at his words. Her mind was shuddering at the impact this kind of role play had on her, and she felt that when her precious orgasm finally did come, it was going to consume her whole body.
Jim lifted both her breasts in his hands, his palms sealing to her nipples as he kneaded. Her little pink buds pointed into him like tiny daggers, filled with arousal.
"Good girl," he murmured. "They're so big and beautiful. Your body likes Daddy, doesn't it?"
"Yes," moaned Claire.
"Is that the good feeling you were talking about? Do you feel it now?" he asked huskily.
Shaking, she nodded. "My tummy, Daddy."
"Does it hurt, baby girl?"
"Mmm-hmm. Hurts and feels good at the same time. I don't understand."
Jim cupped her chin in his hand and pressed chaste kisses to her forehead, nose, and cheeks. "Would you like to put on a movie or read a book? And Daddy could maybe rub it? See if we can make it better?"
Claire's head reared back, and she parted her thighs to remove any trace of friction. She tried to stop her spiraling thoughts, afraid she was going to come from just words alone. "I think I'd like a book. Will you read to me? Like you used to?"
"Of course, sweet girl. But I think you read big girl books now, don't you?" His dark blue eyes were blown with desire, and she could tell he was possessed by the role he was playing as well. Her eyes drifted down to the angry tent in those sleek trousers, and her mouth was suddenly watering.
"Yes, Daddy. But should I take your belt and shoes off first? You said you wanted to be comfortable."
Jim nodded, and Claire pulled at the mahogany leather, releasing it from his belt loops with a snap. She lifted it to her nose and breathed in the fine leather. He laughed.
"You like that smell, little girl?" he asked as he stepped out of his shoes.
"Yes, Daddy. Smells like you... leather... cologne. I like it."
"Mmm... I like the way you smell too. Why don't you spritz some of that spray you like on those pretty breasts of yours? That pink sparkly one?" Jim nodded to the dresser at a bottle of glitter spray. Claire obediently hopped up and spritzed her aroused breasts, the smell of pink icing suddenly filling the air. She knew it was an edible, and she assumed Jim did as well.
Sure enough, his face broadened into a hungry grin. "Mmm... smells so sweet. Like something I'd want to eat. Would it be okay to taste you there?"
"More than okay, Daddy." Claire lifted her generous breasts in her hands.
Jim licked her nipple hungrily, a grunt vibrating through him. His splayed his tongue flat against the hardening bud and lapped before repeating with the other.
"Daddy's going to try the other one now," he murmured against her skin, and his jaw widened to suckle as much of her left breast into his mouth as he could, his hands steady on her bare hips. She felt his teeth graze her skin as he simulated eating her. The suction sent wild pulsations shooting straight downward. He enjoyed himself a few moments then straightened up and wiped his mouth.
"Delicious," he praised her. "I'd love to see what else you have for me to taste sometime."
Claire smiled proudly and nodded. "But will you read to me now?"
Jim gave her a pat on the head. "Yes, sweetheart. Why don't you get under the covers? I'll pick out a nice book for us." He strode over to the bookcase across from the bed while Claire slipped her naked body into the cozy flannel sheets. She felt a rush of static electricity when her body met them, a side effect of flannel that would be annoying in real life but seemed to add another layer of sensation when playing. She focused on the taut muscle of his ass in those fitted navy pants as Jim perused the shelves, then her eyes appreciated the turns of his sturdy back. She longed to just be enveloped by him... cradled.
"This one should do," Jim mused, making his way back to the bed. "Would you mind if I got a little more comfortable? Maybe took off these tight pants?"
"I don't mind at all, Daddy. I want you to be comfortable. Will you get in bed with me while you read, and cuddle me?"
"Of course, sweetheart." His pants hit the floor and he kicked them away with a whoosh before lifting the comforter and sheet. Claire caught a glimpse of something through the hole of his baby blue boxers before he covered himself, and his face contorted in mock disapproval when he caught her peeking. "Now what were you looking at there, princess?"
Claire caught herself licking her lips and abruptly stopped. "Nothing, Daddy."
"You sure about that, princess? You know to always be honest with me, right?" He scooted closer to her on the mattress and drew her to his chest, kissing her head.
"Yes, I was looking..." she admitted guiltily.
"Looking at...?"
"Well... I was wondering what that is sticking out of your underwear, Daddy. Seeing it... makes that feeling come back..."
He gave a small laugh. "I see. How about we talk about that after our bedtime story? If you're a good girl and listen, I may have a special surprise for you."
"I can't wait. I'll be good." Claire snuggled to his side, keeping her promise and maintaining distance between her lower half and his but snaking her hand up to rest on his chest. Her nose was buried in his neck, and she sighed contentedly as he thumbed through the pages of the book to find her bedtime story.
"That is a big girl book," she commented. "All our old bedtime stories had pictures."
"Yes," agreed Jim. "You use your imagination for the pictures in this one, baby girl." He stopped midway through the paperback novel and adjusted his glasses downward on his nose. That light, velvety voice he'd been using all night began reading erotica... about a woman on her knees while a man "ravaged" her mouth.
Claire poked Jim's arm with rapid taps after a few minutes. "I'm sorry, Daddy, but I don't understand."
"Understand what, princess?"
"What's happening to the woman? I mean, is her mouth okay?"
Jim nodded. "Her mouth is perfectly okay, sweetheart. She's enjoying what the man is doing to her. See?" Jim continued to read about the escalating burning between the woman's legs as the man arched into her mouth. Something about a stiff rod... with something leaking out of it and tasting salty on the woman's tongue.
"Daddy, please stop," Claire said quickly, sitting up to face him and bringing the sheet around her bare breasts.
"What's the matter, baby girl?"
"The feeling in my tummy really hurts now. You said you'd rub it to make it better, remember?"
Jim smiled and closed the book, placing it on the nightstand with his glasses on top. "I did say that, didn't I? You were supposed to be a good girl and listen though, to get your surprise."
"I listened as long as I could. But it hurts." Claire's lower lip formed into a pout.
"Awww... show Daddy where it hurts."
Claire laid back down again and pointed to her lower pelvis. Jim laid a hand atop the bedsheet just above her mons and gave a firm press, causing her to groan. "Yes! Right there, Daddy. Can you rub right there? Like a massage."
Jim obeyed, watching her with a mischievous smile. Claire felt the nerves and blood flow rearrange themselves beneath his hand like he was stirring some magical brew inside her. She tried to enter the space he was creating for her, imagining what it would have been like to have these overpowering desires abated by a caring, masterful hand back when it was all so new and so intense. Back when she was eighteen, and she'd been overcome by thrill laced with terror...
Her head sank backward on the pillow as she closed her eyes, letting her mind relax under the warmth and pressure of Jim's hand.
"Does that feel good, princess?"
"Amazing."
"Is there anything you'd like me to change? Something else you'd like me to do?"
Claire gave a breathy sigh and opened her eyes. "Can you go lower? And under the sheet, please."
"Mmm... yes. Why don't you take the sheet off of yourself and spread those legs? Let Daddy see your princess parts before he touches them?"
Claire slid the sheet down, her thighs trembling as she parted them and revealed her clean-shaven pussy. She heard him inhale sharply.
"What's wrong, Daddy? Don't you like it?"
"I love it, baby girl. It's so perfect... so pretty. Can I touch it now?"
"Yes! Please!"
His fingers sent a lightning bolt through her upon contact. Claire had never been this swollen and turned on. She immediately started grinding into his hand, which he met with a laugh.
"Such a naughty girl," he chastised. "I hope you've never let anyone else touch you like this."
"Just you, Daddy," she assured him. "I only want you to touch me."
Jim leaned forward and kissed her cheek, hovering above her face as his hand opened her folds and massaged upward to her clit before lightly circling her inner opening. His touch was gentle... patient. "How's that feeling now?"
"So good. So good, Daddy."
Jim's eyes searched hers. "Would it be all right if I kiss you while I make you feel good?"
Claire giggled. "Of course. You kiss me all the time."
"Not quite like this, sweet girl. I want to teach you a new way to kiss. Does that sound like fun?"
"Mmm-hmm. Kiss me now, please."
Jim's sturdy body situated itself atop her, pushing her deeply into the pillow. He continued to rub between her legs, his chest pressed against her breasts, his body heat warm and comforting. His lips were gentle as they sought hers, a light clicking sound filling her senses as they met. He pressed harder, then softer, varying the pressure with each closure of his mouth around hers. Once Claire decided she liked the sensation, she allowed her lips to part, and she felt the tip of his tongue trace her lower one lightly, sending another delightful shiver through her. Her own tongue met his and teased the tip, causing him to pull back with a smirk and his hand between her legs to still.
"Ready to battle, hmm? Fiesty princess."
"Yes, Daddy. Please kiss me again." Her hands came around his head eagerly, her fingers running through his feathery brown hair.
"Mmm... Daddy likes your fingers in his hair, baby girl. Keep rubbing my head while I kiss you, okay?"
"Yes, Daddy." His tongue invaded her mouth swiftly this time, making sure she knew he was the conquering army in their little play battle. Hers teased back but ultimately surrendered, letting him explore her depths and take what he wanted. Meanwhile his hand was doing the same, his palm firm on her little pearl while his fingers dared to climb higher into her wetness.
"Ouch," feigned Claire, remembering she was still a virgin. "It feels tight in there, Daddy. I don't think your fingers can go any further."
"Oh, really?" Jim mused. "I'm pretty sure they can. He removed his hand for a second and touched the spot on her pelvis again with a firm push. "Feel that burning right there?"
She nodded.
"I'm pretty sure I can touch that from the inside and make it burn even more. Would you like me to try?"
"Yes, but I'm scared," Claire whispered.
Jim stroked her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "Don't be scared, sweetheart. I'll always take care of you. Do you trust me?"
She nodded emphatically. "Yes. Always."
"Good girl. Now relax. Daddy's fingers are going inside you now, and I'll find that sweet little spot."
Jim nestled his head in her neck as his hand explored her, finding the promised spot in no time. She tensed at the new invasion, imagining pain mixing with waves of pleasure. Her body seemed to respond automatically to the foreign touch, and she felt a forcible release deep inside her... something warm that seemed to multiply around his fingers and aid his expert movements.
"Shhhh," he assured her. "It's okay, baby girl. Daddy's going to keep touching you right here, and I'm not going to stop unless you say your safeword... 'Red'... remember? It will feel like too much in just a few minutes, so be ready. But if you hang on and let me push through it, it will be the best feeling you've ever had. Do you trust me?"
"Mmm-hmm!"
"Use your words, princess. I need to hear you say it."
"I trust you, Daddy."
"Good girl. Close your eyes and enjoy this, okay?"
Claire obeyed and allowed every muscle to relax save for the ones in her tightening pelvis. She imagined it was the first time these particular parts of her body had ever been stirred to a peak like this... and it wasn't that hard to imagine, since she'd never known an arousal quite like what this role play was giving her. It was so forbidden, yet so needed... like everything wrong could suddenly be made so right when she was with Jim.
His fingers moved with ease inside of her thanks to the wetness now dripping from her core. Her subconscious remembered to whimper, gasp, and tense here and there to play along with the prospect of pain, but her Daddy knew how to turn each threatening sensation into one of pure pleasure. Her fingers continued to stroke his hair as he'd requested, and his mouth pressed scratchy kisses into the delicate skin of her neck as his hand worked.
"Oh, Daddy... your mustache feels so good on my neck."
"Mmmm... I'm glad you like it, my sweet girl. That's why you need to stay away from those boys at school and let Daddy take care of you instead, right?"
"Yes... only you!" Claire gasped as his fingers ramped up the pressure against her front wall. "Omg... that's it! That's the spot that always hurts... but this makes it feel so much better..."
His hand was a frenzy now, Claire's wet sounds creating a sloshing rhythm that echoed the waves building to a crest inside of her.
"Oh, god! It's too much, Daddy! Just like you said!"
"Work through it, baby girl. Trust me." Jim's breath was hot on her ear, and he sucked her earlobe into his mouth with a flick of his tongue and a nibble of his teeth.
"Okay... I... I trust you... omg... oh... My... GOD! Daddy! Help me!" The sensation inside of her raced to the top of a mountain and leapt off the side with a catapult, first soaring higher into the air before falling gently to the ground, each tremor like a quick breeze lifting her momentarily upward before letting her resume her descent. She continued to shake until she was left a limp rag doll on the bed. Jim kissed her sweetly.
"Is the tummy feeling gone now, princess?"
"Yes, Daddy. So much better now. Thank you."
"You're welcome. You rest a minute and let me cuddle you, then I'll let you have your surprise."
Claire's eyes lit up, but he hushed her with a finger to her lips, drawing her close as he laid back down on the pillow next to her. This time his hand forcibly brought her hips in close to his, and he drew her leg up over his thigh. Claire instinctively arched, wanting more of that glorious feeling, but his hand stilled her.
"Not yet," he scolded gently. "We're just cuddling right now."
She closed her eyes and nuzzled his chest with her nose, enjoying that the cologne he'd splashed himself with earlier in the evening had now dried down to a deeper, more animalistic scent. She could hear herself sniffing and heard his laughter in response.
"What on earth is my baby girl doing?"
Claire giggled sheepishly. "You just smell so good. I can't help it."
"That's because Daddy wants you, sweetheart. When a person wants another person, their body does all kinds of things to let the other person know. Even gives them a special smell that only the other person understands."
Claire loved that Jim knew this, and she snapped out of her role long enough to appreciate just how well matched they were. The man was so adorably nerdy and thorough that he even researched sex pheromones.
"Well, I love yours," she said with a happy sigh. "What else do bodies do when they want someone?" She tickled the few light hairs scattered across his chest.
"Well, yours got really really wet for me." Jim coaxed her thighs apart and dipped his fingers into the milky arousal that remained. "See?" He held up two fingers in front of her face. "You can smell it and taste it if you want."
"Taste it? Eww!"
He grinned and helped himself to the fingers, sucking them into his mouth. "It tastes incredible, sweetheart. You're missing out. If Daddy gets some on his other hand, will you try it for me?"
She looked at him doubtfully but nodded. He dipped his fingers deeper inside her this time, coating them before gently prying her mouth open.
"Mmmm..." she purred. "My friend Zac gave me some juice to drink earlier today. It kind of tastes like that, but a little salty too."
"See? Daddy told you it was good. Your body makes that for me... so I can taste it, and so my fingers can slide in and out to make you feel better. And..."
"And what, Daddy?"
"So I can give you your surprise."
"Please, can I have it now?"
"Okay, princess. You deserve it." Jim ran a loving hand over her hair, down her arm, then down the smooth skin of her leg before lifting her chin. "Take the bedsheet off of Daddy, okay?"
Claire obeyed, her eyes immediately straying downward to what he'd tried to hide earlier. He couldn't hide it at all now... a massive, hard protrusion pushing forward from light blue cotton and surrounded by a bit of dark hair. She swallowed nervously.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" he asked her cautiously.
"Yes, but that feeling is coming back again. I want..."
"What do you want?" he asked softly.
Claire took a deep breath. "Would... that fit inside me like your fingers did? I think it would feel good."
Jim laughed and kissed her quickly. "That is called a cock, my angel. It would most definitely fit, and it would feel incredible. Probably even better than my fingers. And it would feel good for Daddy too. You know that feeling that exploded in your belly? It's called an orgasm. Daddy gets those too, right here." He pointed down at the stiff cock poking from his shorts. It was long and seemed to twitch and bob as he spoke. It looked strained and angry, like it was about to burst.
"Really?" she asked. "I would love to make you feel like that. Like you did to me. Can you teach me how?"
Jim nodded and smiled warmly, settling against the pillow and stretching his arms out to her. "Come lay on top of Daddy and give him kisses... like the ones we just gave each other a few minutes ago."
Claire climbed on top of him and licked his mouth enthusiastically until it opened for her. Her hands came to either side of his face to hold him still while her tongue moved inside, licking all around. She loved the way Daddy tasted. She felt his cock flex where it was trapped beneath her body and his, and it left a wet spot on her skin. Her hips fidgeted against it. It seemed like it might bruise her it was so hard, yet her mind wandered, imagining how good it would feel to be filled by something like that... to bear down on it so hard it hurt...
"Can you put it inside of me now?" she whispered.
He gave her a grin with a quick shake of the head. "Not just yet. Daddy would like it if you would play with his cock a little bit first. Would princess like that too?"
She nodded, her eyes eager. "Yes, please. What should I do with it?"
"Play with it any way you like, sweet girl. You won't hurt your Daddy. I promise."
"Any way I like?" she clarified as she came to her knees beside him on the bed.
"Any way," he reassured her. "If it makes you feel better, you can talk about what you want to do first. I would enjoy hearing you say it."
Claire placed her hands timidly on his hairy thighs and rubbed up and down while she thought. "I'd like to squeeze it," she told him matter-of-factly. "But would that hurt you?"
Jim shook his head. "Not at all. Go ahead and squeeze, baby girl."
Claire closed both hands around his length at top and bottom, the purplish, leaking head still peeking out over top of her fists. She squeezed lightly at first, watching Jim's eyes flutter shut as he moaned.
"Are you okay, Daddy?" she asked, alarmed.
"I'm perfect, baby girl. So happy with you. Squeeze harder."
Claire did, instinctively tugging upward a bit this time. It seemed to grow even more.
"Wow... what a good girl. You know exactly what to do, don't you?"
Claire grasped him excitedly and began twisting and squeezing, feeling her insides tighten again at the sounds of his grunts and moans. She loved that she could make her big, strong Daddy seem so needy and helpless with just her two hands.
"What are these, Daddy? Can I touch those too?" She knelt down closer to him with curiosity, staring at the large sack just below his cock. She was fascinated by the skin there; it looked so different than skin anywhere else, and she was eager to touch it.
"Those are my balls, sweetheart. You can play with those too."
"Will they feel good too?"
"Really good. But they're a little more sensitive than the cock. Why don't you give them a gentle little twist... maybe while you milk my cock with your other hand?"
Claire fell into the prescribed rhythm and watched Jim arch into her hands. His sack was soft but textured, his balls fun to play with as she rolled them a little between her fingers. He must be having fun too, as his eyes closed with his soft grunts.
"Wow, Daddy. That must really feel good. I've never seen you act like this before."
"Mmm... I've never felt quite like this before. My little girl makes me feel so good. I enjoy teaching you."
Her eyes raised to his, feeling heavy with her own desire. "I want to feel good again too," she murmured, surprising herself with a new sultriness to her voice. "Can I please have your cock inside of me now?"
He nodded and patted her bum to encourage her backward so he could stand. "Yes. But I want to do it a special way. Would my little girl like a ride in the swing?"
Claire let out a doubtful laugh. "How will your cock fit inside me if I'm sitting in a swing?"
"Daddy's going to show you a new way to swing."
Jim held her hand and led her over to the black swing with its playground-style mount. He slid his boxers off and tossed them away before preparing the multiple straps that hung from the metal tripod. Claire half watched his fingers, half stared at his tight ass.
"I like your ass, Daddy," she said mischievously. "It's... sexy."
"Now when did you start using words like that?" he admonished her. "I guess I can't get too mad, as long as you're only calling my ass sexy and not anyone else."
He smiled and indicated for her to come closer and step into the loop of the front strap. Claire exited her headspace briefly once again long enough to be impressed by Jim's mastery of the swing and its setup. He expertly positioned the strap under her belly after placing her in the separate harness he would use to grip onto her. Gently, he swung her forward and instructed her to grasp onto the metal crossbar for support, then he stepped into the back restraint himself. After situating his hips into the wide leather strap, he brought her legs on either side of him and looped them through as well, leaving her competently suspended off the ground.
Claire felt him sharply tug the handle of her hip harness, his other hand lining his cock up with her slit. He ran the tip up and down her wetness, causing her to cry out.
"Mmmmm... yes... your cock feels so good on me. I want it inside. Please?"
"Daddy loves making his princess happy... if you really want my cock, you'll have it. Just tell me again, so I can be sure."
"Please put your cock inside me," she begged. "I want us to feel good together." Claire's arms were already a little sore from holding onto the bar, and she was ready to have him anchored inside of her so they could move more freely.
"Alright, baby girl. Here we go." Jim slid forward and pushed just the head of his cock onto her tiny hole, keeping his feet firmly planted on the ground while she adjusted.
"Ohh! Mmmph!" she cried. "It hurts! So much bigger than your fingers!"
He gently caressed the back of her thigh. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," she said quickly. "I want this... I want you."
"And I want you. Just breathe and relax." His fingers came forward to rub her little nub, and it acted like a button that seemed to open up her insides. "If you let me move a little, it will feel better," he assured her. "Trust me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
She felt him give her a bit more, as well as begin a slight back and forth motion. The thick tip of his cock nudged that spot he'd found earlier, the one that he'd magically massaged to make her bellyache go away. She imagined how much harder he could pound the spot with his hips, and that was all it took for her mind to conquer any pain.
"Move more, Daddy, please!" she begged. "Give me more of you..."
"Mmm, you're so sexy, baby girl. Telling Daddy what you want." He arched up and sheathed himself fully in her, and she gave another cry for effect. But in reality, Claire was dying for Jim Gordon to pummel her on the sex swing.
She felt him release his feet from the ground, and she simultaneously let go of the bar, allowing them to sail forward and back a bit, gravity only bearing down at the point where they connected. He held the strap of her hip harness tightly in his hand, keeping her safe as he used his legs and his outstretched hand on the bar above to propel them into different movements. Claire closed her eyes and enjoyed the pulsating at their connection point combined with their weightlessness whenever he'd release the ground or the bar.
"Your little pussy's so tight," he rasped in her ear.
"This feels so good," she murmured in return. "I love it."
"Yeah? Love the swing, or my cock?"
"Both. But especially your cock. Could I grab the bar again and you just... pound me with it? I think it would feel so good. Would it feel good for you too?"
"So good, princess. Grab the bar."
Claire took hold of it on their next surge forward, and Jim leveraged himself with feet and outstretched hand above. He began a merciless pounding, creating obscenely wet sounds mingled with her wild screams.
"Yes! Omg... yes! Feels so good, Daddy! Don't stop, please!"
"Such a good girl... screaming like that for me... taking my cock. So wet, my baby girl... so tight... that pussy's just for Daddy, isn't it?"
"Yes, just for you, Daddy! Omg... I think that feeling's coming again... I can't help it... I..."
"It's okay, baby girl... come all over Daddy's cock... I'll come with you this time and fill you up... you'll feel something warm and wet inside you... it just means you made Daddy so happy... made him feel so good." His legs steadied her as his fingers flicked the button between her legs, letting the pressure build up in two distinct spots now before it married together in one impending explosion.
Claire gripped the metal bar of the swing stand as tightly as she could, and another huge wave surged from her center and radiated outward through her every nerve, her body shaking and shuddering in response. His fingers saw her through every last tremor, drumming against her pulsing bud.
"Ohhhhh... ughhhh... fuck... yes, princess..." Jim's moans were guttural and seemed to be pulled from deep within his core. She felt him pulsate and fill her as promised, and she breathed a deep sigh of relief as her body subtly, progressively relaxed.
Waves fell over her— pride that she'd made him happy, and the incredible rush of being loved and cared for by someone powerful, someone confident, someone gentle. Once again she was a limp rag doll, though a suspended one this time. Jim took a minute to recover himself before easing her legs out of their restraints and freeing himself, scooping her into his arms. He kissed her tenderly as he helped her free.
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Jim felt euphoric like this... empowered. And he knew why. He knew a lot about how minds worked. Especially deviant ones. Was that what he was now? A deviant? If so, he didn't even fucking care. He needed this. As her Daddy, he couldn't fail her. Not here, in the club, where it was controlled... safe. He could watch her beautiful amber-green eyes roll back in her head and could feel her body relax in complete surrender as her fears and pressures gave way.
To be able to grant her that and to know she was his to teach, coddle, love, and protect— was the greatest high he could imagine. And that was how Jim had seen it, from the very first moment Bruce Wayne had shown him Room 5. He'd felt this driving need to make things right for her, as far back as the time Ben had first hinted about Norman Stansfield. Something had nagged him... some knowledge that she'd married sex with fear, with insecurity, with a never-ending power struggle. Jim had wanted to access that part of her mind and help it find peace, but he'd also wanted— selfishly— to find that wild, young, untamed sexual energy within her and turn it on... light it on fire... for him and no one else.
This lifestyle he'd stumbled into had healed him beyond compare... ignited him beyond compare... and he owed every shred of it to her. Those lust-blown eyes of hers finally opened and met him with more gratitude and relief than he'd ever seen on a face before. Once he'd freed her completely from the leather straps, he lifted her limp body into his arms and carried her back to the varsity striped bed, lowering her into warmth of the cozy sheets. His side was still a little tender, but he was glad he'd healed enough to lift her again.
"I'm going to get us some water, kiddo," he told her, nuzzling her nose with his. She nodded, acknowledging his statement but also the fact that they were in aftercare now, and she needed to ease herself out of the role into which she'd so easily fallen. Before he left for the water, he grabbed the fine silk suit jacket from where he'd discarded it on the dresser, and he draped it around her shoulders. Claire immediately secured it tightly around her, enjoying the cool lining against her flushed skin.
With Jim's back to her as he grabbed two cold bottles from the mini-fridge, he took a second to process just how easy it had seemed for her... how "all-in" she'd finally seemed as a submissive. When he arrived back at the bed, Claire was wiping tears from her eyes. He handed her a bottle and rushed to climb under the sheets beside her.
"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt?" he asked her nervously.
She smiled through her tears. "No, Jim. You were amazing. I'm just crying because I loved how it felt... to pretend like everything was so new... to learn everything over again with someone who loved me. To experience all that thrill again, but with none of the fear. I needed it so much."
"Come here," he soothed, his arms enveloping her. He clasped her head to his chest and squeezed. The smell of sugary pink icing spritz still lingered in her beautiful blonde curls, and he inhaled it as he basked in her confirmation that she'd processed this experience in a similar way.
"I love you, Claire," whispered Jim. "I want to take care of you every day if you'll let me." He kissed her forehead but never relented on his tight grip. He felt like she needed it.
"But you need Mistress too," she reminded him. "We can't be like this all the time."
"Yes," he agreed hesitantly. "I do need Mistress. But I need to take care of you too. Arguably more. I told you at the house today that I've failed at taking care of the people I love so many times. But here, I really can't. And at the simple things... feeding you, making your coffee, giving you a bath, wrapping you in blankets, making you come over and over again... I can't fail at those. And seeing the look on your face when you give into that... it's the reward and the reminder I need that I can do some things right.
"But you're right. Sometimes I need to forget it all and just let go," he continued. "Be spoiled. Let the pressure fade away. And I realize sometimes you need to be in control. But that's what works about us, right? We can know what the other needs and just adjust."
Claire laughed and reclined back into the pillows, sliding in to seal their bodies together. "I know... that was some seamless role play. You're really good, Jim. Our script was on point. I'm kind of frightened."
Jim nipped at her nose, then her lips, then her chin. "Don't be. It just means we're a perfect match. Let's not fuck it up again, okay?"
"Okay," Claire agreed. "And this means you're granting my wish about California... right, Daddy?"
Jim grunted. "Yes, princess."