Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  "I believe in coming early, see how the place is naturally before people dress it up," he said, walking by. His stride was strong, confident. "It looks like this place is well kept regardless. Cheers to that."

  Father broke from my arms even as my eyes didn't break from the intruder. "You could have let me get my daughters out of here first. They don't have to see the place they grew up in bought like it was nothing."

  "Calm yourself, Van Hansen. I just want to make sure I'm getting what I'm paying for. I don't seek to be hostile in my business deals." He glanced over the house, and then over to us three sisters. He shot a glance at Olivia, at Christine, and then over to me.

  His gaze lingered on me, and mine lingered on him. Before I shyly looked away from him, not wanting to look into his eyes.

  The intruder stepped forward, and offered me his hand. "Hello, little lady. You look beautiful today. The name is Tyler Warren. May I ask yours?"

  "K - Karen," I stuttered out.

  "Karen? A gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman," he took my hand up, and then kissed it. I was frozen solid by the gesture. "George, I have to say you've raised some wonderful daughters."

  "Get away from them, Ty. You can exploit my misfortune for some real estate but this doesn't mean you can womanize my daughters." Father's tone was quite a bit more angry suddenly.

  Ty did so, stepping back. "I'm not the womanizing type. I just saw something I liked and wanted to let her know. I'm very selective in who I pursue."

  "My daughters aren't for you, Ty."

  "Don't be hostile, George. I'm going to depart, I can take it on good faith that the other rooms aren't missing ceilings or walls or stained with horrible and gaudy art." He walked back to the door, ready to leave as swiftly as he arrived. "Take your time in preparing your departure, I take no joy in destroying a family's home."

  My father was silent.

  "As for you, Karen," he turned slightly and shot me a glare. Could I have been even more frozen in shock and anticipation than I was. "Everything will be fine. Calm down, little girl."

  I swallowed a gulp of air as he stepped through our threshold.

  When the door closed, I almost collapsed in shock.

  "You okay, Karen?" Christine put a hand on my shoulder.

  "Just - just fine, I'm okay. Really."

  I retreated to what was currently my room, and collapsed on a massive pile of stuffed animals. A soft, cushy bed of them, that I'd collected ever since I was an actual little girl. I thought about how much my collection would have been worth, but I remembered what my father had said about their relative value to what he had owed.

  Shame. I was overwhelmed with shame for reacting to this situation like that. This man walks into my home, a man who was exploiting our families sudden ruin, and I'm sitting there dumbfounded.

  Because I find myself so ludicrously attracted to him. Honestly, he was the first person I've ever seen that did those sort of things to me. All the boys I encountered in high school were goofy looking idiots who just didn't do anything for me. Maybe I had a thing for older men?

  Ty Warren was one hell of an older man. He was powerful, his handshake told me he was someone who would be in control. I wished for him to be in control of me.

  I shook my head. This was just some rich asshole, I had to remind myself. Still, a man like him... My hands were taking on a mind of their own, drifting down my dress. What did he have beneath that suit? Never being with a man before, I had more than enough research to know what I wanted still. A strong, powerful fame, firm yet smooth muscles, not too hard, but not too soft. Then for those hands to pick me up, ravish me, care for me.

  Down my body, under my skirt. Under my panties. Find their way to my most tender of parts. To be teased there.

  He called me little girl, but I still wanted to be treated like a woman sometimes. The way he looked at me, that was the way a man looks at a woman. I slid my fingers past my nub and into my slit, continuing to do so, imagining a man there. Imagining Ty there. Imagining something so much more powerful than my fingers there, making every sensation I felt be so much more. My body being ravished as I was fucked, feeling the presence of another right there was I was being taken higher and higher toward ecstasy.

  Him pounding my pussy, faster, harder, bringing me to greater and higher heights of bliss.

  Letting the orgasm come and wash over me so intensely.

  It was sweet, cumming like that as I leaned back even more.

  The shame hit again right after, remembering who I was thinking about. The closest thing I had to a villain in my situation. I stood, straightened my clothes, grabbed a small towel and wiped the sweat off my brow and anywhere else. As far as my father knew, I was probably still his sweet baby girl who didn't have a single carnal thought in the world.

  It didn't matter I was eighteen. In some ways, I was still a child – and a woman. It was a weird place to be, but I guess all girls have that period. Being faced with poverty looked like it was going to make me into a woman real quick, whether I liked it or not.

  The doorbell sounded as I was leaving my room. I looked around the foyer and it seemed I was the closest one to respond to it, since our butler was laid off weeks ago. I darted down the stairs, and opened the door. There was a man in a black suit standing there, holding a massive teddy bear. It wasn't a cheap looking one either, myself being a sort of stuffed animal aficionado.

  "Karen Van Hansen?"

  "That's me, yes."

  "This is for you."

  He handed me the large bear. It was softer than anything I had felt before. It was also heavy, so much so I had to plant it on the floor inside the house after holding it up for a short time.

  The courier who delivered the bear stayed standing tall at the door. "That was a gift, courtesy of Mr. Warren. Ms. Van Hansen, you are cordially invited to dinner with him. He wishes to spend more time in getting to know you."

  I swallowed. "He's asking me out on a date?"

  "That would be the vernacular summarization of his request, yes. He requests an immediate response, as the event is scheduled for tonight."

  I turned around and glanced back into the house. This was the man who was benefiting off of my father's misfortune. Would I be betraying Father by accepting this?

  Because I wanted to go. Ty Warren had an interest in me and I had one hell of an interest in him.

  The gigantic silk teddy bear certainly helped things too.

  I made a quick glance around the mansion. No one was around. My answer would remain private, and no one would know that I agreed to all of this. I took a deep breath, and turned to the courier. "I'll go. Yes. I'll go, where, when does he want me?"

  "He will send a car for you at seven o'clock tonight to take you to restaurant of his choosing. Also, he has requested you wear this," he stopped, and darted back to the black car that he had shown up in. Opening the door, he pulled out a dress. He brought it back to me, and presented it to me. I accepted it.

  "I have to wear this?"

  "Those are the terms of the engagement as he relegated them to me."

  The dress was ridiculously ornate and worth far more than anything else in my collection. It was pink and frilly. "What if it doesn't fit?"

  "It will fit."

  "How do you know?"

  "Mr. Warren gained access to your father's accounts as part of paying for his debt. This includes receipts with tailors used by your family over the past year. He had it sculpted to your exact measurements. It will fit."

  So much for privacy. "I guess that's how he figured out my collecting of stuffed animals too."

  "Yes, the receipts for your purchases. He knows everything about you and likes what he sees."

  "I guess I'll be ready at 7," I said, looking at the dress. It really didn't look like it would fit me, and it looked like it was designed for someone half my own age, but somehow still having my ample bosom. It was a really strange collision of design.

  "Perfect. Mr. Warren will be qui
te pleased."

  "Do I need to tip you or something?" I was still looking over the gown.

  "I am compensated more than well enough. Mr. Warren is a fine boss. Good Day, Ma'am." The courier turned and walked away from me.

  It was weird as hell. I had this new dress, I had this stupidly expensive new stuffie, and I had a date with someone it seemed I was willing to betray my own father for.

  I had a date with Ty Warren.

  As the weirdness of my encounter with the courier faded, that fact became more and more prevalent.

  I had a date with Ty Warren. My first date.

  God, I hoped that I didn't screw this up.

  I was no stranger to having a personal driver. I was a stranger to riding with a dress so short that it would immediately show off my panties if I didn't sit in a certain way.

  The courier was right though. The dress fit. All too well, really. Were the eyes of Ty Warren on me longer than I really knew? The car pulled up to the restaurant, and the driver was quick to play classy chauffeur and grab the door for me, quicker than I could get settled and do it myself.

  Restaurant Samuel. I didn't know who this Samuel was but the way everyone was dressed told me that this was definitely the furthest thing from McDonalds that one could possibly imagine. The difference being while they wore black, white, brown, with the occasional red and blue, I was stepping out in something entirely different.

  He was there, waiting. Ty Warren. His handsome body dressed in a black blazer, a white shirt. It all had it's own style to it, though, not something you'd get off the rack at any place. He had his wealth and he was going to flaunt it, knowing it would take something special to show himself off to someone like me.

  "Karen, my dear, you look so... pretty in that dress."

  It was an oddly immature word to use, like he was a polite relative rather than a date. And the dress wasn't typically my style by any stretch. It was a bright pink, not even a subtle one, like one shade of intensity under calling it hot. Dragging behind my feet were frills, and lots of them. They were long, some of the fabric was see through and showed off my legs. They stopped just short of dragging on the floor, making the whole get up look slightly undersized. Ty approved though.

  Boy, did Ty approve. He hooked his arm into mine and took me right past the line of people waiting to get in. "Restaurant Samuel is one of the most esteemed establishments in town. Reservations are commonly booked up months in advance."

  "Were you planning on taking me on a date back then?"

  He walked up to the waiter, who was big enough to double as a bouncer. "Two, Timothy."

  "Right away, Mr. Warren."

  He led us in, and I glanced back at the line. They were furious that we were simply able to cut ahead so easily. "No, my desire to have you is much younger than that. Pull the right strings, make the right investments though, and planning is just a hurdle you can bypass."

  I was led to a corner of the restaurant, near the stage. Ty pulled out the chair and offered it to me, and I gladly accepted it. I was still overwhelmed by him, the way he touched me, the way he was controlling me, guiding me through everything.

  The waiter stepped up. "May I get you two some drinks?"

  "Ah," Ty said, "A glass of brandy for me, and a Shirley Temple for my little girl here."

  Little girl? I raised an eyebrow. Wasn't he going to ask me what I wanted?

  "And what may I get for you for your meal this evening?"

  "A filet mignon. medium rare, asparagus with your finest sauce. That would be just right for her."

  The waiter nodded. "Yourself, sir?"

  "Prime Colorado Lamb Duo Porterhouse, of course. Medium Rare as well."

  "Sir," he said, scribbling it down and departing.

  "Don't I--" I started to speak.

  He placed a finger up on my lips. "Karen, you will enjoy the selections I have made for you. You seem offended that I did you the honors."

  "I didn't even get to see a menu."

  "You don't need to worry yourself with such adult manners."

  "I'm eighteen-years-old. I can handle ordering off a menu. And a Shirley Temple?"

  "Alcohol will spoil your youth. Never mind that you're not even legally allowed to imbibe."

  "I wasn't a peasant before this. Places like this one here? They wouldn't card me if I asked for a vodka shot and told them to leave the bottle."

  He laughed. "Still throwing a fit like a child. I knew you would be perfect for what I desired."

  "What is this what you desire? What's going on, Ty?" I was shaking my head. "Yeah, you're attracted to me. But everything, the giant teddy bear, the dress, ordering for me just now, this isn't typical. This isn't how it goes in the movies."

  "Nothing ever goes like it does in the movies. Have you ever even been on a date before, my little Karen?"

  I blushed, and turned my eyes away. "Well, yeah, of course."

  "It's not nice to lie to Daddy."

  My eyebrow perked up again. "Daddy?"

  "Karen, I am a man of great success. With this success comes getting what you want. When you always get what you want, you start to develop very specific tastes. You want something out of your woman, out of your lover."

  My interest was piqued when he mentioned the word 'lover'. "Like what?"

  "I want someone with enough of their childhood demeanor still alive, but is still a woman. You, Karen, are a woman. A shapely one that any man would love to have. Looking over your family's finances though, you haven't fully embraced growing up yet. A woman, yet still a little girl. You are perfect, Karen. Perfect to attend to, to take care of in every way imaginable."

  "Because I have a stuffed animal collection you think I'm going to just be your little girl?"

  "You aren't interested?"

  I froze a second. I wasn't fully sure what he was describing. I wasn't completely filled in on every bit of subtext in his words. There was one thing that was perfectly clear, though.

  It meant being with him. It meant being him in ways he would care for me, and caring for me in very adult ways. "I'm intrigued."

  "Then I will make you mine, Karen. You're going to be my little girl, with everything that entails. My so very spoiled brat... that is what will make Daddy very happy."

  The food was brought out, along with the Shirley Temple.

  I took a gulp of the drink - it was better than I expected, not even really knowing what a Shirley Temple was. Seemed to be a mix of fruit juices and soda. I could live with being restricted to this.

  As I reached for the knife and fork for my food, he put up a finger. "Oh? What's wrong?"

  He reached across the table and pulled my plate over to him. "Let me get that for you."

  Ty took the knife from his side, and asked for my fork. I handed it over, again curious to where he was going with all of this.

  Cutting into the meat, a little bit of juice escaped as he carved out a chunk of it. "Open wide, little girl."

  I obeyed, as he delivered the food right into my mouth. He let me savor it, licking up the meat and its juices, little it dribble down my throat. Glancing across the table, I saw that smirk on his face. How delightfully twisted of him. I bit the meat off the fork and pulled my lips away, chewing it.

  "Chew it up real well, little girl."

  It was as good as 'Daddy' promised. I wondered if the pleasures that would follow if I went with Ty Warren would be far more than simple culinary ones...?

  He took me by the hand as he led me from the restaurant. "Little girl, we are retiring home for the evening."

  "Oh, are we?"

  "Oh, yes. Let me show you what awaits you." His grip grew firmer as he brought me to the limo and let me step in.

  I was curious to say the least, about what was going to come next. What was with all of this Daddy stuff?

  He brought me to one of the tallest buildings in town. I came from money, yes, but he seemed to be on a whole different level than my family was.

  The whole
time, Ty Warren held me close to him. It wasn't a simple hand hold, but he encouraged me to hold onto him, to hug him like he was the very giant teddy bear he had bought me today. Resting on him almost as we rode the elevator high, all the way to the top floor of the building. The doors opened in front of two ornate double doors. He pulled out a key, unlocked them, and opened them for me, leading me in.

  I was met with a gorgeous view of the entire city below. An amazing sight to say the least. I took it in for a moment, before Ty spun me around and laid a deep kiss on me. A rush of adrenaline hit me as he did so, his tongue invading my mouth and mine almost following his automatically. One hand running through my hair, the other going down my back. The kiss, my very first, seemed to be lasting an eternity - an eternity I was enjoying so very much.

  When it finally broke, my eyes were locked with his, and his were very much driven and determined. "If you are to be my little girl, there are going to be rules you must follow in this relationship."

  "What rules?"

  "You must obey, Karen. You must obey Daddy. You will do as I say, and you will do so without objection. You are to be mine, you are to be my... Kitty. Yes, Kitty, that is much more fitting of a name for my little girl."

  I blushed, not being called that for more than a decade.

  "I must obey no matter what?" I wasn't sure what to make of this as he explained.

  "If you have strong objections to something, it will be discussed. For day to day things though, you will listen to Daddy. You will wear the things Daddy tells you to wear, you will go to bed when I tell you too. You will be my little girl. Do you understand, Kitty?"

  He wanted complete control of me. It wasn't something so simple.

  "In return for your obedience, I will treat you like the princess you are. What you have experienced so far today is only the tip of the iceberg in what your obedience to Daddy will bring. I want nothing more than your absolute happiness – as well as your absolute obedience."

  So much was going on in my brain at that moment. What he was proposing, what it meant, and everything else that was going with it. How we wanted to control me... how he wanted to make me happy.