by B. B. Hamel
This is what he means. This is what it means for him to be my Daddy, for him to take care of me.
He fucks me rough, faster, deeper. I roll my hips and back against him, bucking and wild. I’m sweating slightly, but I don’t care about that.
He pulls me back against him, whispers in my ear. “Every inch of your tight pussy feels like fucking heaven,” he says softly. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Tell me,” I groan.
“You get me hard every time I see you. I just think about this tight cunt and I’m so fucking hard I can barely walk. Every day, I dream about fucking you, making you scream, making you beg. You drive me wild, Clara.”
“Oh, god, Jason. Fuck me, Daddy.”
He pushes me down, thrusts into me, merciless and intense. I ride back along his huge shaft, taking him deep, feeling nothing but intense pleasure and need and desire for him.
I can feel it building inside of me, but he’s not giving it to me just yet. He pulls back, turns me over onto my back. He spreads my legs wide and pushes inside of me as he leans over and kisses my lips.
I groan into his kiss as he grinds his cock deep inside of me. I can feel bliss as he writhes against my clit, cock buried inside my pussy. I moan as he pulls back, fucking me faster.
I moan, losing myself in the moment. I’m his, completely and fully, without any reservations. Anything else disappears, any of the stress, the worry, the fear.
All of my hesitations are gone.
There’s only Jason, his body against mine. That’s all I want from him, just his flesh, his blood, his desire. His cock inside of me, pushing me to my limits, spreading me apart, driving me wild.
I can feel him building inside of me. It’s pleasure, intense and deep and sparing nothing. Every inch of my body burns with it, yearning for him, burning for him.
I gasp as he bites my nipple, pulls back and smirks.
“Not yet,” he whispers, almost as if he can sense the growing orgasm. “Not yet, Clara. You’re not ready for it yet.”
He slides back and pulls me off the bed. I stumble toward him as he kisses me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me against his naked body. I should be cold but instead there’s sweat on my skin, heat in my breath.
He lowers me to my knees again and steps away. There’s a large dresser nearby that he opens. I sit there on my knees, throbbing with him, aching for more. I can’t believe he stopped.
“You’ve been good, Clara,” he says softly, taking something from the drawer. He carries it over to me, draped in his hands.
It’s a black scarf.
“You’ve been very good,” he repeats. “Having you around… it makes me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time. I want to give that feeling to you, too. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“How badly?” He bends forward, the scarf dangling in front of my eyes. I realize that it’s not a scarf.
It’s a silk blindfold.
“Badly,” I whisper.
“You’ll have to do something for me. You’ll have to go past your normal limits. Can you do that, Clara?”
“Yes,” I whisper, practically moaning for him. “Yes, please.”
“Good.” He gets behind me and wraps the blindfold around my face. “Very good.”
Darkness. The world goes black. But… not entirely.
I can still hear him breathing near me. I can feel his body, sense his skin near mine. He lifts me up to my feet again, leads me back to the bed, places me down again softly. He pushes me back, presses me down on the comforter.
I feel him spread my legs.
I’m not sure what to expect. But nothing happens. Not at first. I think he’s about to touch me, tease me, give me something more, but…
Nothing. I wait for him, but nothing.
And then something. His lips against my skin, against my nipples. He’s kissing my chest as his hand sides down between my legs.
He teases my pussy, my aching pussy. I groan as he rubs my clit, drops to his knees, starts to lick me again.
This time, there’s a new intensity. It’s like we’re moving on a new level now, a new plane of existence. I’ve left my body behind and I’m following him…
Somewhere. I don’t know where.
But it’s incredible.
“Not being able to see changes things,” he says softly. “If you can get past the fear, the discomfort, the distrust… if you can give yourself to me.”
“I can,” I groan.
“I believe you.” His fingers slip inside of me, caressing my pussy. “I know you can, Clara. It’s why I’m doing this.”
I groan, rolling my hips. I feel so good I can barely control myself. Pleasure blossoms, rolls along my skin, up through my hips. I want to kiss him, touch him, but I can’t see.
I gasp as he moves his fingers out. I feel his body against mine, my legs getting spread wide.
I feel his cock teasing my pussy before he slides himself inside of me.
I gasp. It’s like the first time. Pleasure, pain, intensity, desire. I roll my hips, pushing back against him.
“That’s right, Clara. Come back against me. Use your whole body, let yourself feel it all.”
I gasp as his cock pushes hard inside of me. He bites my shoulder, my breasts, my nipples, my lips. I roll my hips as he starts to fuck me again.
It’s like we’re picking up right where we left off. It’s like he didn’t stop to blindfold me at all.
I’m right there, right on the precipice. I can feel that orgasm inside of me, begging to get released. But he’s unrelenting.
“Stringing you along, teasing you, keeping you just on the edge,” he whispers in my ear, “that’s what you need, Clara. It’ll teach you discipline. And you need discipline. You need a Daddy to make you stronger.”
“Please,” I moan. “Just let me come. I need it so badly.”
“Not yet, little Clara, but soon.”
He pulls back, slides out from inside of me. I feel him grab my hips, roll me over, press my face against a pillow, my ass in the air.
I’m so exposed. I’m blindfolded, totally unable to see a thing, and my pussy is up in the air, my ass spread wide open. I’m dripping wet and he could do anything to me, absolutely anything.
And I want him to. I want it all, whatever he can dream up. I want him to fuck me in ways I’ve never pictured before. I want every sensation he can bring to bear and then some.
I feel his hands on my ass as his tongue licks me, top to bottom. I groan, wiggling my hips. He licks my ass, focusing there, licking all around. I groan, surprised at how good it feels as he pulls back.
“Relax, Clara,” he whispers, mouth surprisingly close to my ear.
I feel his cock press against my ass. I bite my lip, tense up. He slaps my ass. “Relax,” he says again.
I do as he says. I relax myself, calming my muscles, top to bottom. Finally, I feel him slide his huge cock inside of my ass.
I groan. I can’t see a thing as he fills me from behind. I’ve never had a man inside of my ass before and this feels…
Good. Surprisingly good.
Shockingly good.
And dirty. And wrong. And messed up.
And that makes it feel so much better.
He starts to fuck my ass. Slowly at first, but getting faster. Not rough, not too hard. He doesn’t hurt me, not any more than he has to.
But I work my hips. I stay calm, relaxed, letting myself flow with the moment.
And it feels good. He’s right. As soon as I truly let go of myself, pleasure blooms all over my skin.
“That’s right, Clara,” he whispers, almost a moan. “That’s right. I knew you were special, but this… god damn, this is beyond special. You feel so fucking good.” He spanks me, nice and hard. I let out an involuntary gasp, followed by a deep moan.
“You can do whatever you want, Daddy,” I say, practically drooling the words. “You can fuck me however you want. I want yo
u to have everything.”
“I want you to have everything,” he says back to me. “Every inch of this cock. Every bit of pleasure. You need it, Clara. I can feel how tense you are.”
I groan. “I’m so tense, Daddy.”
“Let me take care of you then.”
He fucks me harder. I groan, rolling my hips. He reaches around and starts to work my clit as he thrusts his cock in and out, sliding deep into my ass and pulling back, pleasure and pain and intense desire all warring inside of me.
I feel him pull out of my ass. I groan, but he doesn’t relent, rubbing my clit faster. I roll my hips, pushing back against him. I feel his cock teasing my pussy and I need it so badly I can barely breathe.
He sinks his cock into my pussy. I take him deep, gasping out, breathing his name. “Daddy,” I moan.
He fucks me hard then. He fucks me hard and rough, pushing my boundaries. He continues to work my clit but he doesn’t stop fucking me, his cock pounding into my tight pussy, making my whole body shake with desire.
I know I can’t take much more. I’m close to my limits, to my breaking point. I know I need to come and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me now, not with his cock sunk deep inside my pussy, his hands on my body, his fingers on my clit.
“Go ahead,” he whispers, like he’s reading my mind. “Come for me.”
I feel it build, start to peak, and just as I start to reach that point…
He pulls off the blindfold.
The world comes rushing back. The pillows, the comforter, the room. Jason, his body tense, his face beautiful.
I come hard.
Light rushes in at the corners of my vision. Pleasure rocks my whole body as I come, every muscle tensing. I shake, spasm, unable to stop myself.
I come hard and Jason fucks me rough through it. He fucks me deep, his hands rough on my hips, keeping me in place, keeping me sliding up and down his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans. “God damn. Bounce on my cock, girl. I’m close.”
I do as he says, working my hips, sliding back and forth, up and down. I slide along his cock, letting my body do the thinking. I groan, my orgasm just starting to pass. I’m barely coming to my senses when he grips my hips.
I feel him fill me. I feel him come inside of me, deep and intense. His groans, his moans, they drive me wild. I need more, so much more. It hits me all at once.
I need this man, my Daddy.
“Fuck, girl,” he gasps. He collapses onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. I nuzzle up against his chest, breathing heavily.
I’m sweating more than I realized. I’m out of breath.
I feel spent, amazing.
“What time is it?” I manage to ask him.
He laughs softly. “Late,” he says.
“How long…?”
“I don’t know,” he admits. “A while.”
“Wow.” I laugh stupidly.
He kisses my hair. “You’re not going anywhere, you know that?”
I look up at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, his face serious. “I’m cooking you breakfast. But for now, though…” He kisses my lips softly. “I’m still hungry for dessert.”
I laugh and kiss him back. I feel comfortable, incredible. If he wants me to stay the night, well…
I’ll stay as many nights as he wants.
12
Jason
We sleep in late the next morning. I miss a meeting and she misses a class, but neither of us care.
She sits at my kitchen island, back straight, hair messy, wearing one of my old sweatshirts. “For some reason, I’m not tired,” she says to me.
I put a mug of coffee down in front of her. “Oh, yeah?”
“I mean, we slept for, what, four hours?”
“Maybe,” I say, laughing. I pour myself some coffee. “Although, probably less.”
“I’m still not too tired at all.”
I grin. “I’m exhausted.”
“Liar. You look positively refreshed.”
I laugh again. She’s right, though. I feel strangely rejuvenated, even though I should be totally exhausted. I haven’t had a night like that in a long time, where sex turns into more sex and the night slips past in a frenzy of wet sheets and fucking bodies.
But now, here she is, sitting in my kitchen like it’s totally normal.
And strangely, it is normal. At least as normal as things can be right now.
I make her some breakfast. She eats pancakes while I stick to coffee. I don’t want her to leave, but I know she has to eventually. Right now, though, we’re pretending like we’re normal, like we’re a real couple.
Well, we are a real couple, aren’t we? I mean, we could be, if we wanted to.
Except there are three professors that know we’re together, and I’m going to have to buy their silence…
Nothing normal about that.
I hate that I have to play this game with her. I hate that I have to hide her, worry about her, bribe people because of her. I know she hates it too.
I just don’t know how else we can exist in this space. I wish we could disappear, live on some island somewhere, a place where nobody cares who we are.
It’s an immature dream, I know. It’s stupid, it’s wishful thinking. I’m not the kind of man that indulges in this sort of thing.
And yet, watching her eat, I can’t help myself.
I wonder what it would be like to escape the world together.
Last night, in bed, I got a taste of it. I got a taste of the bliss that would be just the two of us, alone, exploring each other, getting what we need.
Now, though, in the morning…
It’s like that dream’s evaporating while I try to hang on to the memory.
“What?”
I blink, cock my head. “Sorry?”
“You’re staring at me,” Clara says, mouth full of pancakes.
I grin. “Can’t help myself, I guess. You look cute with bedhead.”
She blushes a little. “Shut up, asshole.”
“I’m just saying, it suits you. Messy hair, my sweatshirt…”
“I’m sure I look great.”
“You’d only look better if you weren’t wearing that sweatshirt.”
She smiles and rolls her eyes but I know she likes it. I laugh and kiss her.
She kisses me back. “You’re such a nerd, you know that?”
I sigh, shaking my head. “We already established that I’m the cool one.”
“I think we established the opposite.”
She kisses me and I’m about to reach my hands up that baggy sweatshirt, tease her breasts, maybe make that dream last a little longer…
When there’s a loud knock at the door.
We freeze together, both of us surprised.
“Delivery?” she asks after a beat.
“No,” I say, frowning. “Stay here.”
I walk past her. I’m wearing a pair of sweats and a long-sleeve t-shirt. I don’t know who’s at the door, but I feel like I have to check.
I look out the peephole. Howard is standing there on my stoop, practically hopping from foot to foot with nervous energy.
Howard. Fucking Howard, the intern, Clara’s peer. He was my meeting from this morning.
How did he fucking find my address?
I turn back and hurry to Clara. “It’s Howard,” I say as he knocks again.
“Howard?” She looks confused. “Here?”
“I know. Just, head upstairs. I’ll get rid of him.”
She bites her lip but she pads up the steps dutifully. I watch her go, her ass peeking out from under the sweatshirt.
I turn back to the door, fucking pissed off now. He knocks again and I pull it open as he finishes.
“Howard,” I say firmly.
He grins at me. “Professor, I’m sorry to bother you. We had a meeting, a couple of hours ago, I thought maybe—”
“Howard,” I repeat. “How did you get my address?”
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nbsp; The question clearly makes him falter. He hesitates, stuttering. “Ah, uh, I just got it, you know. From the, uh, school.”
“Howard,” I say.
“I hacked the university’s payroll,” he admits.
I sigh. “You idiot.”
“It’s okay. They’re actually pretty awful. They won’t catch me.”
“That’s stupid anyway.” I frown at him, although inwardly I’m somewhat impressed. I didn’t know he had the balls, let alone the skill, for something like that.
“I know, I’m sorry. But when you didn’t show up, I got worried, and…” He trails off, takes a deep breath. “I have this idea. It’s a new backward implementation of the database code structures, starting from the rendering base and moving outward, it’ll save…”
“Howard,” I say, cutting him off. I could tell he was about to ramble on, and although his idea sounds promising, I have Clara waiting for me. “This isn’t the time.”
He blinks and suddenly sees me for the first time. “Uh. Sorry. Are you sick?”
I hesitate, annoyed. “Yes,” I say. “I’m not feeling well. I should’ve emailed you, which I’m sorry about. But please, we can talk about this later.”
“Right. Of course. I’m just saying, it’s this great idea, and I think—”
“Howard,” I say again. “Later. Okay?”
He nods and backs away. “Sorry, Professor. Sorry. I just, I got excited. I hope you feel better.”
He turns and walks quickly away. I watch as he moves down onto the sidewalk and hurries back in the direction of campus.
I close the door, shaking my head.
What the fuck was that?
The kid is clearly excited about his idea. But coming to my house was a stupid idea. I’d be pissed whether Clara were here or not. The fact that she is, and Howard just ruined my fucking good mood, only makes it worse.
“Clara?” I call out, standing at the bottom of the steps. “He’s gone. Come back down.”
She appears a moment later, fully dressed. I feel my heart drop.
“I should get going,” she says, coming down toward me.
“You don’t need to go just yet.”
“I really should.” She frowns, looking at her phone. “Mac texted me like ten times, and I should—”
“Mac?”