by Candy Quinn
He looked down at her a while longer, his lips as straight as his gaze before he slowly rose up. “Alright sweetie,” he capitulated, leaning in and kissing her forehead tenderly. “Go get your things ready. You won’t need much, just some dresses and swimming suits, it’ll only be us and the servants,” he explained, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
She smiled broadly and leaned up, kissing him on the corner of his mouth and brazenly letting her breasts rub against his chest.
She needed a lot less than that!
The whole way there, Bethany tried to seem transfixed on the turquoise blue waters, the fluffy clouds peppering the sky as they headed further and further east. But as it began to get darker and there was nothing more to look at, she couldn’t distract herself any more, and was forced to divert her attention elsewhere.
It was so hard, sitting there in her seat, the silky smooth dress hugging her curves. The plane was a bit chilly, though, and her nipples ached from the cold. But, of course, she didn’t bring a jacket. Why should she have to when she was headed to a private island resort?
She stood up and arched her back, stretching in the most seductive way she knew how. She’d had a good teacher for that, too. Melony was a brilliant flirt in her own ways, and possessed great cunning.
“Daddy, how much longer until we land?”
They sat in a cozy little area of the private plane, a round table between them. Her father was scanning through some reports on his tablet, no doubt. It took him a second to tear his gaze away from the screen, but once he did he lifted his gaze up over her body, hesitating just a moment at the sight of her stiff nipples prodding through the fabric.
He shook it off to pull back his sleeve and look at his Patek Phillipe watch. Having shed his tie and jacket, he sat there with the first few buttons of his shirt undone, showing some of his hard chest and the blonde hairs that peppered it.
“Not much longer now honey,” he said before smiling and patting the seat beside him. “Getting antsy are ya?”
They’d always maintained a good relationship, despite what she’d said to him earlier about never taking her anywhere. She’d never been the kind of girl to make her father truly angry, and he did love to dote on her. He was unable to resist giving into her.
Sliding around the table to his side, she curled in next to him, but thoughts of being the good, doting daughter were far from her mind. She didn’t want to be just his little girl anymore, and she knew that no man, no husband could compare to him. Her hand came to rest on his lap so achingly near his crotch, and she wondered if just the feel of her hand on the fine fabric of his suit would be enough to make him twitch.
She shifted just enough to let her breasts push in against him, her mouth finding his cheek. “Thanks for taking me,” she said softly, her voice a bit husky despite the fact that it still felt like the middle of the day for her. The cabin of the private jet was dim, though, and she thought it felt a bit romantic. It had no doubt been intended for her mother.
Sebastian put his arm around her, that thick muscled appendage, so strong from his morning workouts, which he never missed. She knew that for a fact, because she never missed the sight of him coming from their private gym, muscles bulging from the strain, glistening with sweat.
“Well if I can’t have my other special lady, you’re no runner up,” he said with a fatherly kiss to her forehead in return. Still, she could sense the tension in his thick, powerful thigh. Despite his well-honed business face, he reacted to her womanly ways. That dainty touch so near to his groin unable to fail stirring his loins a little at least. “You were right though,” he said as he stroked her long, platinum blonde hair, “it’s been too long since we last did something like this.”
She smiled as she rested her head against his chest, hearing the steady thump-thump of his chest.
No, they’d never done anything like this.
He had booked out the private resort for a full week, and the moment Bethany stepped out of that plane and felt the warm, night air hit her, she knew she wouldn’t waste a single second.
The servants took care of their bags, bustling towards the vehicle to transport them to the secluded house her father had rented. There were just the three of them total, with another awaiting them, but their only job was to cater to the pair. They made a show of welcoming them off the plane to the island before hurrying away their baggage into the vehicle.
Bethany would be only too thrilled if she never saw either of them for the entire trip.
The stars shone so brightly in the sky, glittering like diamonds, and it filled her with a sense of wonder, of clarity. She knew what she was doing was right, and as they drove in silence, her hand again found his thigh and she sat closer to him than she needed.
“Isn’t it funny? It’s only supper time back home, but here it’s pitch black,” Bethany said quietly.
Her father had already unbuttoned his shirt lower, enjoying the feel of the warm evening air upon his chest as he sprawled across the back seat. His arm came around her shoulders in response and he held her close once more.
“You get used to that when you travel enough,” he said with a kiss to the top of her head. “Maybe I ought to take you around more,” he wondered aloud in his low, masculine voice.
“Oh, you're always so busy though, and I know how mom is,” she reassured him, her manicured fingers rubbing soothingly along his thigh, but the sensation, the deviousness behind that touch made her pussy throb with need.
Could she really do this?
Could she really seduce him?
She bit in her lower lip, looking out his window at the palm trees as they whipped by when finally their house came into view. It was luxurious, the lights shining and reflecting in the large swimming pool at its side. She sucked in a breath and exhaled it with a low whistle of excitement.
Her father’s smile brightened and he rubbed his hand over her arm and shoulder. “Everything to ourselves. The only other people are the servants, and they’ll keep out of our sight when we don’t need them,” he said, and Bethany dared think he almost as enamoured with the whole plan as she was.
When the car pulled up, the servant that awaited them -- standing more like a soldier at attention than a domestic servant -- rushed forward and got the door as the others climbed out and got their bags.
Sebastian was first to get out, but he extended his hand to her in gentlemanly fashion. She flushed just a tinge at her powerful and influential father smiling at her broadly as he helped her out of the vehicle.
“Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Seacrest,” came the greeting from the smiling man, eager to guide them inside. “Everything is fresh and waiting for you to make use.”
Her body was toned, the heels made her ass stick out, and she knew how to wiggle it just right. She was far more blessed than her mother in the chest, too, despite her slim stomach, and she always accentuated it with some piece of jewelry. Tonight it was a coral necklace her father had given for her fourteenth birthday.
“What do you want to do first, Mr. Seacrest?” Bethany teased as she walked on ahead a bit, looking over her shoulder at him seductively.
Both her words and the way she drew his gaze with her ass cut him short of correcting the man’s mistake.
Her father cleared his throat and gave her a smile, holding his arm back out to her. With his sleeves rolled up, his thick forearm bulged with veins as she coiled her own slender arm around it. “Well, I guess we’ll go see,” he said, then nodded to the servant. “Have supper ready for us in an hour or so, otherwise we’ll tend to our own needs for now,” he said.
To which the man gave a deep bow and said, “Certainly, sir. And may I say, you have yourself a stunning bride. The most gorgeous we have ever had the fortune of seeing here.”
Her father laughed a bit awkwardly, dismissing the comment, “Don't need to tell me how lovely she is, I assure you I know.”
Bethany thought she might lose it, then and there. Jump him, lick him, ce
lebrate him for the man he was. Somehow she managed to reign it in, though. That practiced calm he’d taught her, she would bide her time until he was the one that couldn’t wait.
She had a feeling how it might go down, and she quickly stopped the servant before he left, “There’s champagne inside, right? We need to celebrate!”
Her father arched a brow and tilted his head, giving her a surprised look, but the servant immediately went on ahead, “Of course, madam. I’ll have it ready for you!”
“I didn’t know you drank,” said Sebastian in a wry lilt as they slowly sauntered along the pathway, the palm trees rustling overhead.
“Well, I do for tonight!” she replied, smiling up at him coyly. “Besides, I’m legal here.”
That coaxed a toothy grin out of him and he reached over to pat her wrist as he chuckled softly. “I think just about anything’s legal here, sweetie,” he remarked with an amused look as he took her on around the bridge around the expansive paradise getaway, looking out over the dark ocean, with the warm evening breeze kissing them.
A feeling of perfect serenity and calm relaxed her shoulders, and she knew that by tonight, he’d know how right he was for her.
Dinner was one of the best she’d ever had, thanks in no small part to the island's atmosphere. It was getting close to midnight, but she was still wired, and the champagne had excited her nerves. She was practically crawling out of her skin by the time they finished the richest, creamiest cheesecake she’d ever tasted.
She licked the fork clean, teasing her plump lips as the top of her foot brushed against her father’s pant leg for the fifth time that evening. Each time it had been intentional, with calculated purpose.
They’d had the meal brought to them before sending the servants off to their separate lodgings, and the open concept of the building let in the fresh, sea air. It was getting cool in the darkness, but Bethany felt scorching hot.
“I’m not tired at all,” Bethany said, placing her fork aside.
Her father hadn’t finished his meal, and she noticed his piercing blue eyes trailing back to her repeatedly. Soaking her in beneath the soft light of the resort.
“No? Not even all that travel could do you in, huh?” he remarked giving her a wry smile as he leaned over towards her end of the table, a hand reaching in under to pat her thigh, only finding that her dress had hiked up a bit higher with all her toying about beneath the table, so that his strong hand rested on bare skin.
“I suppose there’s no need for us to rush to bed, huh? There’s no meetings or classes waiting for us in the morning,. Nothing to do we don’t care to,” he added before finishing his glass of champagne. The real stuff, not the sparkling white wine that most called champagne.
She smiled and parted her legs at his touch, her feminine heat radiating from between her toned thighs. “We could go swimming,” she suggested, her heart beating louder in her chest, her cheeks just a touch flushed from the alcohol.
There was just a moment’s hesitation on his face before he smiled and nodded, “Sure sweetie. Midnight dip in the ocean before bed. Sounds lovely, doesn’t it?” He leaned in, squeezing her thigh just a little higher as he kissed her forehead. “I’m gonna go change into my bathing shorts,” he declared before getting up.
“I’ll meet you outside?” she asked and she stood as well, teetering a bit as the alcohol hit her and the wedged heels didn’t feel so solid. She recovered quickly, though, and licked her lips. “Maybe the pool might be a bit... safer.”
He saw her wobble and reached out, his big strong hand grasping at her hip and squeezing it firmly to steady her. His tall, hard body pressed to hers as he kept her in place. Secure. “Good thinking,” he remarked with a warm smile, his fingertips grazing against her generous ass. “There’s the jacuzzi too, if you’re feeling really lazy,” he added on, a big smile upon his handsome face as he reached his free hand up to brush her long, platinum blonde hair from her eyes.
She thought maybe she was imagining it. That lust was driving her so mad that she was seeing meaning in even his most innocuous touches, but she wouldn’t let doubt throw her off. Not now. Not when she was so close to betting her life, her future, on this one endeavour.
“We’ll see how we feel when we get out there,” she smiled, biting in her lower lip.
He had such a charming, masculine smell about him. Whatever cologne he used was faint but musky--expensive, of course, but that was hardly even a question. Positioned as she was, she had a view straight through his open shirt at his bulging pecs and hard abs.
“Anything you want, babe,” he laughed, still holding her hip and cupping her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Lemme help you to your room though,” he said, pulling her arm in around his before he began to lead her down the hall towards their rooms.
She was going to rush to the pool, to pose herself perfectly for him, but this was just as good. Better, even, and she smiled broadly. The alcohol made her a bit sloppier, sure, but he seemed to like that. He responded to it.
And without a doubt, it lowered his inhibitions just that little bit more she needed.
“Don’t be long,” she said, her blue eyes flashing at him. “And bring more champagne?”
He undid the last two buttons of his shirt as he turned away and headed into his own room, grinning over his shoulder at her. “I was thinking you’ve had enough,” he remarked before peeling off the shirt, his back to her as he pulled it away, showing the thick, powerful shoulders and on down to the roundness of his ass in those black pants of his before he disappeared around the corner to fetch his shorts.
“I was thinking about you,” she huffed teasingly as she turned into her own room and stripped out of her dress. She didn’t wear any panties, which was wise. If she had, there was no doubt in her mind that they’d be ruined by now , the spot between her thighs was so wet. She unclasped her bra with trembling hands as she went to the mirror.
She was tanned and fit, and she knew she had a good body. She worked out hard for it and ate right, and her platinum hair suited her features. Her cheekbones were defined, her lips full, and her nipples so rigid right now.
She needed to do this, and fast.
A hand slipped between her legs, testing her wetness. Even though she’d known how juicy she was, feeling her fingers slip between her glossy netherlips was another sensation altogether.
Her index finger ran over the hard bit of metal, the clit piercing she’d bought herself for her last birthday, and she couldn’t wait to show it off. It was the one place her daddy had never seen, a secret rebellion from him. Now, though, would be the big reveal, and she couldn’t wait.
She grabbed a plush white towel and wrapped it around herself, but she was scandalously bare beneath, and she quickly headed to the pool on uncertain legs.
“You can do this, Bethany,” she coaxed herself softly, her pulse soaring.
Her father came out not long thereafter, the bottle of champagne dangling from one hand, two glasses the other.
He had shed all his clothes save for a pair of tight swimming shorts that hugged his round, hard ass. Those thick thighs and bulging calves of his so prominent from all his jogging as he strode over towards the pool.
“You were fast,” he remarked with a smile as he leaned down by the chairs, laying down both glasses on the table then pouring a bit more of that expensive champagne into each. “And here, I wouldn’t want to drink alone. But if you’ve had enough, no pressure,” he remarked casually, smiling at her, though her eyes were drawn to the way his shorts outlined his package so neatly in their white fabric.
A delightfully large bulge to match the tall man’s prominence and power.
She swallowed and smiled, laying back so seductively on one of the lounges, as if she were sunbathing in the moonlight. It cast a romantic glow on everything, and she’d dimmed the lights around the pool as well. The water still shimmered with the underwater lamps, and in the distance they could hear a few night birds sin
ging to one another.
“Well you’ll be here to make sure I’m safe, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t have another.”
He gave her a bright smile and straddled his own seat, his thick musculature rippling as he looked around the horizon then back to her. “You’re always safe with me, sweetie,” he assured her, tilting his head towards her bathing towel as he picked up his glass and drank some more. “Feeling bashful about some scandalous new bathing suit?” he asked, a wry grin on his face, that almost seemed to dare her.
“Something like that,” she said, trying to sound seductive and mysterious but feeling so incredibly shy, all of a sudden. She sat up, the white towel staying put but revealing so much of her long legs, her large breasts. Bending over, she began to undo one wedged heel, then the other, kicking them aside and wiggling her manicured toes.
“What time do you think it is at home?”
Her father sat where he was, watching her.
In the boardroom he was a beast of a man, but in a more subtle way. Cunning and calculating, with all the wealth and resources one could hope for at his disposal. Seeing him in the moonlight with just those shorts on, so she could see the thick, bulging muscle, so hard and plenty upon his tall frame, sculpted upon him so that he looked like a man more adapted to the rigors of physical exertion than anyone else in the room.
Better yet, as she watched him watching her, she noticed that bulge grow. A thick, snaking vine growing beneath the white fabric.
“Somethin’ like nine maybe?” he offered, shrugging those broad shoulders of his.
She couldn’t take her eyes away from the growing spectacle between his legs, no matter how much she tried. She was transfixed, and her pussy began to throb again, so patient yet so needy.
She never brought any clothes. Nothing but the dress that she’d worn on the flight, and a couple of cute pieces of lingerie. She’d been so bold, so certain of how cocky she’d be, how easy she’d lead him on, play with his heart, make him need her.
But now she felt just like a girl again, lost and uncertain of herself, unsure of what to do when confronted with her father’s growing desire.