I hadn’t even been able to put into words what I was really afraid of for the last few years living with Alexander. It had been this constant, lurking premonition that something was about to happen, something bad, but I couldn’t define it. Now I knew what it had been.
I had been afraid that he’d stopped treating me like an annoying child, and start looking at me as his property, as a woman… Something no father should do to their child.
A kiss on my shoulder and two strong arms looping around me from behind roused me from my jumbled thoughts.
“Penny for your thoughts, sweetheart?” Maddox asked, his low voice rumbling in my ears as he nuzzled my neck.
I’d stood in front of the bathroom mirror of his apartment for what must have been minutes now, just staring at myself and not seeing anything. I shook my head slightly, leaning back against his broad, strong, shirtless torso. I loved the way his strong muscles seemed to flex whenever I touched him, like he was reacting to me without question.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about everything that’s happened,” I admitted with a shrug as he reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste.
“That doesn’t have anything to do with our little appointment today, now does it?”
He cocked a brow at me in the reflection and I flicked my gaze to the sink for a moment. As much as I wanted to say it wasn’t, it probably was.
“It’s not every day you have to go to court to testify against your father. Some soul-searching is bound to go with it,” Maddox said, kissing my cheek before starting to brush his teeth.
“I guess so,” I said, quirking my nose. “I wish I didn’t have to do it. I wish I didn’t have to see him ever again.”
It was my father’s court day, and I was set to testify. Maddox as well. Charges against Maddox had been dropped a few weeks ago, after we went forward with the documentation we found on Alexander being the one who set everything up with Serena, but my father was going to be sentenced for his crimes separately.
I doubted this would be the last time I’d have to appear in court to testify against him, but it would be a start. And it was something I needed to do, as much for myself as to make sure that he couldn’t do what he wanted to do to me and Maddox to anyone else.
“You’re staring again,” Maddox said, after spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing his mouth with water.
I laughed.
“I’m sorry. Maybe we need to do something about that!”
I’d barely gotten the words out of my mouth before Maddox grabbed me, flung me over his shoulder and marched back toward the bedroom. Giggling, I landed in a heap on the bedsheets, and he caught me in a cage of kisses and strong arms around my body immediately.
“Is this working?” he asked teasingly, kissing a trail down my neck and making me moan.
“Yes,” I purred, bucking my hips against his. “But we don’t have time…”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t make my little thing hot and horny before that,” he said, his voice gravelly.
I still couldn’t believe I was here now, with a man who so clearly loved me and would do anything for me, and for whom I’d give my life. I trusted him completely now. When he said he would never do anything to hurt me, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was the truth.
He was my protector, my lover, my teacher, and most of all, my Daddy.
And I was his little thing, now and forever.
After the charges were dropped against Maddox, we stopped pretending like we weren’t madly in love with one another. The college he had worked for invited him back, and he would be returning as soon as I graduated high school.
I hadn’t spent a single day at the house after the charges were dropped, basically moving in with Maddox. It was everything I thought it would be.
It was dangerous, and dark, and sexy… and then it was loving, affectionate and fun. He indulged my darker side, and I indulged his, and we were both better people for it.
“Daddy,” I mewled as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth through the fabric of my nighty, making my pussy ache for his cock. “More, please.”
He bit my nipple and I yelped, bucking my body against his violently. He held me in place, sucking harder on my nipple as his hand wandered between my legs, fingering me roughly through the fabric of my panties. It felt like heaven, and I never wanted it to stop.
My nails raked down his back and I ground against his hand, needy and hazy-eyed. In that moment, the realization of how close I had been to losing this man struck home with me, and something within me could finally relax.
I could go to court today. I could face my abuser, and I would not crumble. And then I would come home and suck my Daddy’s dick so good that he wouldn’t be able to so much as think about anything for hours.
Just when Maddox was about to push his fingers in me, the alarm on his phone went off. I groaned as he pulled back from me, releasing me from his hold.
“Time to go, little one,” he said in a tone that allowed for no arguments.
“I wish we had just a little bit longer,” I sighed, doing as my Daddy told me.
He grinned, kissing me on the lips softly, before pulling me up on my feet.
“Soon, we’ll have a lifetime,” he promised.
I smiled, vowing to myself that I would make it so. My Daddy had too much to teach me, and I had too much to learn to allow my own fears to cut that short.
Thirty-One
Maddox
Ten months later…
The apartment was packed full of people. Faculty from the college mingled with some of Cora’s new friends, people she’d met on the campus – mostly students, current and former. She hadn’t started classes yet, but she’s well into the first two weeks on the campus, designed to get comfortable with the buildings and surroundings.
“Are we colluding with the enemy now?” Jason Moretz, an archeology professor, asked me with a cock of his brow as he sipped on one of my expensive whiskeys.
“You mean the students?”
My eyes tracked across the wide, open-spaced living room-kitchen, searching for my red-haired angel. She’d been so busy with preparation for college, and so excited, that I felt like I hadn’t seen nearly enough of her lately. It made sense, what with my own preparations for the oncoming year, but I wasn’t used to it. I liked having her mostly to myself – I knew there was no competition at her high school, but college was a different matter entirely.
“Is that not what I said?” Jason asked with a chuckle. “You haven’t been away for that long, Jacobson. Have you suddenly found some sort of deep-seated affection for our blood-sucking educational constituents?”
I refrained from answering. If he only knew…
But he was going to find out soon enough.
It hadn’t been an easy time. Since Alexander’s passing, Cora had lived with me, but it had taken time for everything to fall into place as it had now. Finding a middle ground between what we’d done, mostly in the hallowed halls of her high school, and the kind of man I wanted to be for her, wasn’t something that happened overnight.
Neither one of us wanted to be a regular couple. Regardless of our circumstances and age difference, there was plenty of room to end up on the wrong side of where we wanted to be. Our relationship needed to have a bit of that give and take, an edge to it, willing submission and domination to give us both what we wanted and what we needed.
She made me feel more alive than I’d ever been, and I hoped I gave her at least a little bit of what she gave me. She made me younger, she made me better… and at times, she made me worse, but that’s exactly what we both wanted. A lack of control every now and then in this carefully regulated world was necessary to allow both of us to really breathe.
“Great shindig,” Ruth Ellsin said, coming up to me and clinking her white wine glass against mine after Jason wandered off in search of a refill. “I’m glad you’re back, Maddox. The school hasn’t been quite the same without you.”
I
smiled, partially in thanks and partially because I had to. She was a fellow professor in the English department, and the first one to call for my beheading when the rumors that Serena had so enthusiastically spread started making their way into the ears of the faculty. There was no love lost between us, but that was the case with most staffers.
At the end of the day, I couldn’t care less what she thought of me now, or later. I had my job back, my classes were full before the controversy, and I bet they’d be busting at the seams now, and I had the girl I needed in my life with me. What else could a man desire?
To make it official, of course.
“Excuse me, Ruth, I see someone I need to talk to,” I said, slipping past her.
I wasn’t even sure she noticed that I left.
I caught Cora’s red bob in the sea of people that I’d managed to fit into my large apartment. She was so short that she nearly disappeared among the rest of them. I tracked her down just as she made it into the kitchen, slipping my arm around her waist as she moved to grab an appetizer off the stocked plates on the counters.
“And how’s my little thing?” I asked, purring in her ear.
She gasped and giggled as she wriggled in my grip, trying futilely to free herself.
“Daddy,” she whispered, using that name I loved her calling me, especially if she snuck it in conversation in public. “I thought we were going to be low key now that we’re back here… You know, so I would fit in at school and that you would, well, fit in at school.”
I didn’t let her go, in fact I preferred it if she twitched around a little, rubbing her bubble butt against my crotch. Getting hard while surrounded by half the faculty of the college was not something I was supposed to be doing, but I’d never thought that highly of rules anyway.
“I don’t care who knows,” I growled, inhaling her scent.
It was an aphrodisiac unlike any other.
“How about we ditch this joint and go do something more fun?” I asked, making her glance over her shoulder at me.
I let her twist around in my arms now, and we were starting to catch a few curious glances here and there. I was a professor straight out of an unfounded rape accusation by a woman far too young for me. And here I was, whispering sweet nothings into the ear of another young woman far too young for me. The talking heads would certainly start talking.
It had been my plan to keep things on the down low. This party was supposed to be just a casual mixer to remind the faculty that I was back, disguised under a faculty-student body mingling event, allowing Cora to come and bring her newfound friends as well. I had been the one saying that it would be better for her if no one knew that we were together, that it would be easier that way.
She’d argued with me over it tirelessly. She only stopped when I told her that it was enough, that she would behave. After that, she’d only brought it up when she wanted to be punished, a mischievous glint in her eyes every time as she was made to gag on my cock or take a spanking like the first time at the high school.
It felt like it happened forever ago. And like it was just yesterday, at the same time.
“Changing your mind so easily?” Cora asked.
I paused at that, my hands on her hips. People were outright gawking now, but that didn’t matter. There was a box in my pocket that had been burning a hole through it for weeks now, and that I was afraid would stay there for a whole lot longer, if I went through with the plan I’d talked Cora into.
But right then and there, I knew I couldn’t go through with it. The thought of hiding who we were, how much I loved her, for one more second was the kind of hell that I couldn’t go through. Or make her go through. We couldn’t keep anything in the dark anymore.
I took a step back and looked into Cora’s beautiful, green eyes. The party had hushed, everyone watching us now. Cora glanced around, taken aback by the attention we were garnering.
“Daddy… they’re staring at us,” she whispered, leaning into me slightly.
“Let them,” I said, doing nothing to stay quiet.
I took her hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over her palms.
“Cora, from the first time I saw your picture, I knew we were meant to be together. The way we’ve gone about it hasn’t been conventional, it hasn’t been normal by any stretch of the imagination, but it brought us together and for that, I cherish every moment of what we went through together.
“I want to protect you, now and forever. I want to keep you safe, I want to keep you happy. I want to be with you, and to be yours… If you’ll have me.”
There were gasps and murmurs as I fell down on one knee, taking a velvet box out of my pants’ pocket. I opened it, showing a simple golden band and a princess-cut diamond, beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as she was.
“Cora, will you be my wife… and my little girl, forever?”
She didn’t even take a second to think about it.
“Daddy, yes! Yes, of course!” she squealed in front of everyone, throwing her arms around my neck and crashing into my lap.
Her lips closed over mine and I kissed her ravenously, locking my grip around her waist and pulling her closer. I stood up, holding her, and her feet didn’t touch the ground as I spun her around.
“Are you sure?” I asked her, my heart beating a mile a minute.
“Yes! I thought you’d never ask,” she laughed, kissing me a dozen times all over my face. “There’s no one else I want to spend my life with than you, Daddy.”
I put her down and with my head spinning, I put the ring on her finger. She looked at it and her face shone with a brilliant smile, tears in her eyes.
“I love you, little thing,” I told her, not giving a shit about what everyone else around us thought about it.
“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered between feverish tears.
The moment was perfect, because she was perfect. And I was the happiest man alive, fuck public opinion.
Epilogue – Cora
Two years later
"Daddy, please..."
I mewled as his hand slid across my belly. His fingers were soft but rough at the same time, caressing my skin.
"Open your legs for Daddy," he muttered, and I did as he asked, my legs parting eagerly to allow him access to my dripping pussy.
I wanted him in there. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted to show him he owned me.
"Good fucking girl, Cora. Touch yourself for me, be a good little girl."
My hand slid down my inner thigh and I moaned when my fingertips pressed into the gentle skin of my leg.
"I want you to touch me," I moaned, and he chuckled at my words.
"Patience, little thing," he told me. "You have to learn to be patient."
I moaned in protest, digging my fingernails into the tender skin of my inner thigh and wanting so much more from him.
"What now, Daddy?" I asked, and he gave me a wicked grin.
"Now reach between your legs for Daddy," he said darkly. "Open that pussy up for me, let me see how wet you are for me, sweetheart. Show Daddy."
I gasped as my fingers parted my pussy, pulling back my lips to reveal my swollen clit and showing it to Maddox.
"Daddy," I begged. "Daddy, let me put a finger inside myself, fucking please."
"Not yet," he said sternly. "Patience, remember?"
He chuckled as I started moaning. Deeper and deeper, wanting so much more. And he wasn't going to give it to me just yet, that much I knew. He loved teasing me, making me work for it.
And I hated it as much as I fucking loved it.
Maddox put his hand over mine, my other one still holding my pussy open for him. He guided my hand to the tender skin between my pussy and my asshole and pressed down my fingers on the sensitive area.
"Please," I begged again.
"Please what?"
My glazed-over eyes went to the bulge in his pants and my mouth watered. I wanted him, and he wanted me just as much.
"Are you going to fuck me?" I asked in
a shaky voice.
"Are you going to beg for it?" he demanded, and I moaned at the words.
"Yes, Daddy," I said, a wicked smile taking over my face. "I'll beg for your big beautiful cock to split my little pussy open and show me just what a good girl I've been. Please, Daddy, please, show me... Spread me wide open and fuck my sweet hole with that big fat cock."
He groaned and undid the buttons on his pants. His cock sprang free and I reached for it eagerly, wrapping my fingers around the shaft and moaning when I felt a vein throb along its length.
"We have to hurry," Maddox told me. He sounded out of breath, his groan needy. "Come here, sweetheart, sit on Daddy's lap."
I climbed off his desk and straddled him, my legs wrapping around his middle. He slid his cock inside me and I gasped when he filled me to the brim, throbbing deliciously inside my tender pussy.
"Fuck," he groaned. "Fuck, sweetheart, you've got such a tight little pussy for Daddy. Ride me."
I did as he told me, slipping up and down his cock, already so close to an orgasm I was gasping with every bit of friction he was giving me. I knew we didn't have much time, and I rode him like it, too.
He was groaning in moments, his cock stretching my pussy so wide I thought it would never go back to the way it was. He started thrusting his hips upwards, fucking me harder than I was riding him. I felt myself dripping all over his lap, probably ruining his pants as I rode his rock hard dick.
"Such a good little girl, Cora," he told me with a groan, pumping himself inside me. "You're going to make Daddy fucking explode, sweetheart. I'm going to fill that tight little pussy with cum."
"Yes, Daddy! Please!" I begged. "Please fill me up, please make my pussy drip with Daddy's seed."
"Fuck yes," he groaned, and I felt him swelling up impossibly.
His cock twitched and erupted, spilling his hot cum inside me. I gasped as my own orgasm took over, riding it out on his cock and milking him for every drop of seed I could get inside me.
I squeezed my pussy tight, milking him dry as his body spasmed. He grabbed my hips and raised me off his cock, his cum dripping all over my thighs as he set me down on my feet. I was shaking, mewling for him to keep going, and I could tell he had to restrain himself from fucking me again.
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