Eyes For Daddy: Please Me, Daddy: Book 2

by Brooks, B. L.

  Eyes For Daddy

  Please Me, Daddy: Book 2

  B.L. Brooks

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  1. JASON

  2. MIA

  3. JASON

  4. MIA

  5. JASON

  6. MIA

  7. JASON

  8. MIA

  9. JASON

  10. MIA

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  The moment I stepped into my father’s office this evening, I knew I was in for a night. My father’s business partner is present, Jason Christo. He’s made an appearance after what seems to be years of absence around here, but then again, when does my father have any company over…

  I can almost guarantee Mr. Christo doesn’t even remember who I am. But I certainly haven’t forgotten him. There’s no forgetting a man like him.

  The second our eyes lock, I can tell something is burning in his eyes. If I had to take a guess, it’s due to me, and I’m not sure if it’s a look I should be running from or crazily running toward.

  I can’t seem to suppress the curiosity rising inside of me. A curiosity to see if Mr. Christo is exactly the man I’m in need of. A man to show me all of what I’ve been missing in life; care for me, pleasure me… be my… daddy.

  1

  JASON

  As I share a few drinks with my partner in his home office this evening, I find myself enjoying the night as we discuss further business plans for the upcoming quarter. Gavin is a good friend of mine; he always has been through the years.

  We always tend to have engaging discussions when it comes to business and generating income, and I do have to say, I enjoy the idea of making more money. That’s what makes the world go round after all.

  Gavin continues to talk as I take another sip of my scotch, taking in the evening at hand.

  I know I should get going after this drink, but I figure I can spend a couple more minutes relaxing. My plans after our meeting include home and bed, so a few more minutes certainly can’t hurt.

  The oak desk Gavin sits at is polished to a high standard, which fits him to a tee. He seems to be at ease this evening. I haven’t seen him like this in quite some time. Ever since his wife passed, he truly hasn’t been the same Gavin I once knew. It’s nice seeing him as relaxed as he is.

  Just as I go to take the last swig of my drink and offer my goodbyes, a light knock sounds on the door. I pause as Gavin urges the person to come in.

  The door opens slowly, revealing a young woman with a slim, curvy little body that makes you stop all traffic flow in your mind and redirect it to her.

  She’s flawless. Fucking. Flawless.

  I feel like I’ve seen her before, but I’m not entirely sure. Gavin does have a daughter but I haven’t seen her in what, six years?

  This can’t possibly be the same Mia I remember.

  The young girl’s hair is long and black as it appears silky, shining in the muted light of the room. I can only imagine how soft it would feel wrapped up in my hands...

  My gaze catches on her plump, luscious lips; instant thoughts surface to mind of what her sexy body is like underneath that tight cloth that’s barely containing her curvy little frame.

  Fuck.

  “My daughter, Mia,” Gavin nods toward the fine specimen of a female standing in the doorway.

  “This is one of my partners and a good friend of mine, Jason,” he introduces us.

  His daughter? I almost choke on the last sip of my drink. I can’t stop my eyes from wandering over the curves intimated by the white dress she’s selected for the evening.

  This definitely isn’t the same Mia I recall.

  “Would you like another drink?” She looks over at her father, as he then looks to me.

  “Another drink sounds perfect,” I say, all plans of leaving out the door with the first glimpse of Mia.

  “I wouldn’t take no if you tried. Now, Mia, please make up the guest room for Jason. I don’t believe he will be heading out tonight,” Gavin instructs.

  She offers back a sweet, soft smile right before backing out of the doorway to head down the hall.

  “I need to use the restroom,” I murmur, quickly stepping out of the room before Gavin can even respond as I anticipate Mia is still in sight.

  I catch a glimpse of her heading upstairs as I briskly follow behind. I need to speak to her. Now.

  Oh, how much she has matured since I’ve seen her last, how different she’s become over these years… she’s gorgeous.

  I follow behind her with a confident step. I’m ready to show her exactly what she needs, what I need.

  “Would you like the guest room down the hall closer to my father’s, or the one at this end? The room by my father has its own private shower, if that’s of any concern to you.” She asks, not turning around to face me as we enter the hallway.

  “Which part of the hall do you sleep on?” I reply, keeping my voice firm and steady. That ought to give her an idea of where I see this evening going.

  She shoots me a look over her shoulder as she seems slightly taken aback by my directness, yet a smile softly crosses her lips.

  “This end, your room would be at this end… right next to mine, and closer to the restroom down at the end.”

  I take two steps forward, drawing up behind her. I’m close enough that I can smell the delightful scent of her shampoo. “That’s perfect; I’ll happily take the room next to yours,” I whisper against the back of her ear as my hand slides to her hip, squeezing tightly to let her know my intentions for this evening with her.

  “Ve.. very well,” she stumbles out.

  I release my grip on her hip, and she opens the door to the guest room with not another word spoken.

  She’s nervous. I can tell. Her face does her no justice of hiding her nerves.

  She walks in and begins making the bed right away. I hesitate for a moment, watching her body as she moves with grace around the wooden frame supporting the mattress.

  I take a deep breath and turn around to head back to Gavin’s office; the last thing I need is to linger up here for him to grow suspicious.

  I know I should feel some type of shame for lusting after my friend’s daughter, but oddly enough, I don’t feel bad. Mia feels right to me, right for me. I have this burning desire to hear her moan; the idea of having her in bed, controlling her every move… it fills me with such yearning that I need to nudge quickly.

  I redirect my attention to Gavin. I need to clear my head if I’m going to make it through the rest of my time with him tonight.

  “I think that we should put an end to this business talk for the evening and head into the living room to celebrate,” Gavin states, rising from his chair behind the desk and striding out of the room as if a ‘no’ is of no acceptance. After all, we did just close on a ma
jor deal that’s been in motion for over two and a half months, plus plan out our next quarter for business so the least I can do is spend a little time celebrating.

  What’s another ten minutes or so, I think to myself as I follow him out into the living room located across the hall from the office. There’s a fire crackling in the fireplace, giving off bursts of warmness. Large, wet flakes of snow start to fall out of the window, clinging to the tree branches and coating the lawn. Good thing that I didn’t stick with that plan of going home…

  “There’s a big storm tonight, or so they say,” Gavin comments, watching me glance out the window.

  I take a seat in the reclining chair that seems to swallow me whole.

  “I hate winter,” I murmur. I really do hate winter. I’m still not quite sure why I continue to live in this place.

  I catch a glimpse of Mia in the corner of my eye as she prances down the stairs. She walks right over to the minibar to start on some drinks.

  I can’t help but notice the change of clothes into a long, white bathrobe that conceals her voluptuous figure.

  Where the fuck did that little dress go?

  I’m not sure if she’s strutting the bathrobe to hide her body from me or to look decent in front of her father; either way, that robe is coming off tonight.

  I’ll be damn sure of it.

  “Is the guest room made up?” Gavin asks as Mia hands him his glass of brandy, and then, stepping to give me a glass as well.

  Our eyes lock briefly, lingering for a second right before she breaks away to turn her attention back toward her father.

  “Yes, made up and ready to go for the night,” she replies, a hint of a smile appearing behind her words.

  2

  MIA

  I sit here in the living room, taking everything about the man before me in as he sits there with a glass of brandy, continuing to chat with my father. His black curly hair looks perfectly placed on him, just as perfect as his dark blue eyes that can’t seem to keep their focus from me…

  How old is Jason?

  The sparkle in his eyes is an effervescence that tells me his age doesn’t matter right now; he strikes me as a man with experience, a man that knows how to please a woman that’s for damn sure.

  I feel a tingle begin in my body when I notice his eyes on me. My nipples harden and stand erect just by looking at him. I don’t even dare drop my eyes down to his slacks, very well knowing how easily I’d get caught peeping. I’m not too slick. I’m aware of this.

  I’m eighteen years old, and still living under the same roof as my father, listening to his daily commands. It hasn’t been the same around since mom passed years ago. It’s never been the same.

  I don’t necessarily have what you call a ‘social life’. My father isn’t one to let me do much with his odd ways ever since mother’s passing, which is the exact reason why I need to find an out from here.

  One day, I’ll get to truly experience love, travel, life. I yearn for the many experiences I’ve only ever dreamed of. I’m craving love, love from a real man. I’ve never found the time for a relationship, and I can easily put some of the blame on me. I never attend parties; it’s not like I could even if I happened to oddly enough get an invite, my father would never allow it. I don’t have many friends; I keep to myself. But tonight, Jason’s presence is rather exciting.

  His voice has a rough edge to it but lifting. Maybe that’s what turns me on about him… who am I kidding, everything about him is turning me on right now.

  “Tonight, we relax and celebrate,” my father declares, raising his brandy glass as I watch Jason do the same.

  This is my time to make a move. There’s no need for my presence down here and I’m ready for my time with Jason, now.

  More than ready.

  “Well, I’m off to bed for the night.” I say, smiling as I stand and then reaching over to give my father a hug goodnight.

  I pull away and turn my attention toward Jason, his eyes possess the same sparkling desire as they did in the guest room earlier.

  I’m not sure if my father would be happy with the idea of me secretly, and undoubtedly, crushing on his business partner. But not just his business partner, his close friend.

  Yikes. This isn’t the best spot to be in Mia.

  I give a polite smile to the two of them before turning to head up the stairs. I want to flee up to my room with these overwhelming feelings, but I pace myself to walk as casually as I can, careful to not come off as too eager to get away.

  As I walk into my bedroom, I take in a deep breath as I try to calm myself from the heat stemming between my legs.

  What is this man doing to me?

  I stand in my room for a moment, feeling unsure of what to even do with myself. I’ve never felt this worked up over a guy. I can’t believe the effect Jason has on me. I feel obsessed, obsessed over his attention, his touch. After I showed him up to his room earlier, he made it clear he wants more from me. I can’t say I was upset; I want what he has to offer. I want to know what he plans to show me, to teach me. I’m just not sure what my father will think of all this…

  I feel ashamed of myself for thinking Jason would be interested in a girl like me. After all, he’s not here for me tonight. He’s here to entertain my father; even drink some brandy at my father’s expense. If he wanted to be up here with me, he would’ve made a move to do so.

  Maybe I’m acting crazy here... yeah, I’m acting crazy. I’m not sure how to feel, not even sure how to even act as I’ve never felt a desire so strong that every thought is consumed with the thought of him.

  I hear my father and Jason continue bantering downstairs. I decide it’s time to make a move to get prepped for bed.

  For what feels like hours on end, the chatter from downstairs begins to dwindle down. It’s become quiet, and then, I suddenly hear footsteps clicking up the stairs.

  My bedroom door is slightly open; I get up quickly to get a view. My bathrobe is pulled around me revealing nothing, just like the proper lady I am, or think I am.

  I stand at the edge of the doorway, spotting Jason appear at the top of the stairs.

  Why do my knees feel all of sudden weak… my nerves take over as I watch his long strides down the hall toward me. His eyes are set on mine, holding my gaze as if he’s challenging me to look away, challenging me to back away.

  But I won’t. I can’t. I can’t for the sake of my body not responding to a damn thing I’m telling it to do right now as this unnerving man reaches my door.

  “It won’t be long now. Your father will be fast asleep here soon, it’s pretty evident how far gone he is. I don’t think that he’ll even make it out of his chair tonight,” Jason says, supporting a sexy smirk on his lips.

  Mhm, his lips. I wonder what those could do with…

  In one swift motion, he pushes me up against the doorframe, parting my lips with his tongue as he breaks through mine effortlessly.

  No need to wonder…

  He loops one hand gently around my neck, the other sliding down the front of my robe.

  Yanking it open, his eyes move down as they run along the surface of my breasts, moving down to my waist as they linger right… there. He presses in closer, moving his lips to my cheek as I feel the softness of them run along my skin. I close my eyes in attempt to restrain the moans threatening to escape.

  “This will be mine. Tonight.” He growls, sliding his free hand down between my upper thigh. A whimper emits the moment his fingers begin to circle my clit, rubbing it slowly as his eyes remain on mine, noticing just how much he’s teasing me, how much of a hold he has on me.

  “I want you in bed,” he whispers, grinding his fingers against my nub just hard enough to show me that he’s serious, showing me he’s a man of his word.

  “Jason,” I breathe, shaking my head to clear it. I don’t know how blatantly obvious it is, but he probably doesn’t know how inexperienced I am, how I’ve never felt the touch of someone…

  I fee
l the color rise in my cheeks at the idea of explaining this all to him.

  “You heard what I said. You. Do. As. Daddy. Says.” He growls, then slamming his lips to mine, pinching my clit between his fingers, almost forcing a cry out from me. Pain and pleasure course throughout my body, the likes of which I’ve never experienced, never knew I could experience.

  3

  JASON

  “You heard what I said. Do it.” I instruct once again, once too many. I give her a kiss, pulling away quickly. I remove my hand from her throat and whip around to head out the door. I need a moment to gather myself.

  She looked so innocent and fragile just now. I get the feeling she doesn’t get out much. Gavin must know if she leaves she’ll only find herself in trouble, or maybe, just find herself enjoying the independency. I know that’s why he keeps her cooped up here, well, that and the fact that he has her attend to his every need. We’ve had discussions of Mia in the past, but I’ve only met her twice — tonight being the second.

  Gavin must know just how beautiful his daughter has grown to be. What he doesn’t know is that those men he’s been talking about, those men he’s so worried about getting involved with his daughter, are men like me.

  Returning to Mia’s room, I find her standing in the place I left her, appearing frozen in the doorway.

  She bites down on her lip, causing an instant twitch in my pants as she turns me on whether she intends to or not.

  “I don’t think my father would approve of something like this…,” she whispers.