Daddy's Toy-Box (A Daddy's Best Friend Romance)

by Caitlin Daire

  I smiled. “I’m so lucky I have someone so mature to teach me all about it, then.”

  “And I’m lucky to have you, sweetie. I want to watch you try this out all by yourself.”

  He handed the toy to me, leaning down to kiss me as he did so. He gently bit my lower lip as I grasped the toy, and sparks of heat flew to my pussy, making my clit instantly throb with need again. When he drew back, he watched me, dark eyes lit with fascination, and I bit my lip and slowly slid the toy underwater after flicking the buttons on.

  “Don’t be shy, sweetheart,” Jacob said. “Go on.”

  My free hand curved down to stroke my inner thighs, and I opened my legs wider. The bubbles had mostly dissipated at this point, so Jacob could see everything I was doing underwater.

  I pressed the rabbit ears to my clit, letting the vibrations take over my body for a moment, and when I felt myself begin to relax more and more, I pressed the vibrating shaft up to my soaked lips. The bathwater was washing away lots of my juices, leading to a bit of resistance, but I was so horny that it was still wet enough for me to slide the toy inside my pussy.

  I let out a gasp as it filled me, and I bucked my hips up in the tub, loving how the pulsating vibrations felt in and around my pussy.

  “Feel good, baby girl?” Jacob asked softly as I jerked back and forth, moaning each time the toy pushed deeper, stretching me to my limits. It wasn’t as good as Jacob’s cock, but it was still an incredible sensation.

  “Yes….yes,” I said. “I love my new toy.”

  “Good. Do you want me to show you what the last part does?”

  My eyes flew open. I’d forgotten about the other little silicone attachment. Right now it was just sitting in the water between my legs, just under my pussy. If I pressed it up a tiny bit, it might enter my ass, but surely it wasn’t for….that.

  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  Jacob reached between my legs, slowly taking the toy from me again. He ran his fingers over the smaller attachment and commanded me to turn over again. I followed his orders, turning onto my hands and knees, and he began to rub the tip of his thumb over my asshole again, just like he did earlier when he was washing me.

  “Have you ever thought about having something in here before, sweetie?” he asked.

  I shook my head, my eyes wide. “No. That’s…dirty.”

  “It’s not. Daddy wants to fuck your ass one day. So be a good girl for me, Vanessa. Relax your body.”

  I did as he said, trying to stop my muscles from being so tense. He pulled his thumb back and wet it with his saliva before pressing it back to my ass, and then he gently pushed it inside, going slowly and waiting for my tight muscles to accommodate something so shocking.

  I wasn’t prepared for how good it would feel to have something in my ass like this. It made shockwaves travel to my clit, and my pussy ached with need. I wanted something in both holes, and luckily that’s what the toy was designed for, as I soon learned.

  “This part is for your ass,” Jacob said, showing me. “That way you can feel totally and utterly full. Would you like that, Vanessa?”

  I groaned. “Yes!”

  “You can’t just go straight into it, though,” he said. He pulled away and walked over to the bathroom cupboard, and he returned with a small bottle of lubricant a few seconds later. “This’ll help.”

  He squirted some of the lube onto his fingers. “Hold your cheeks apart,” he ordered.

  I did as he said, using my hands to hold my ass cheeks apart. Jacob’s free hand held me safe and steady in the tub as he rubbed the lube all over my puckered hole, and I choked out a gasp as I felt my asshole widen for him.

  “Are you ready, baby girl?” he asked.

  “Yes, daddy.”

  I felt the main shaft of the toy pressing into my pussy, and then he pressed the smaller part into my ass. It stretched me impossibly wide and made me cry out. I’d never felt this full before.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jacob muttered. “Christ…”

  The vibrating ears were setting my nerves on fire as I rocked back gently, still filled with the toy’s attachments. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the heat spread to every inch of my body. I was so close, so fucking close.

  Finally, I was coming, and I bit my lip so hard that I almost tasted blood. I shook like I was having a seizure, and Jacob made soothing sounds and held me steady. “Good girl,” he said. “Such a good girl.”

  When I’d recovered, he gently removed the toy from my holes and switched the vibration settings off, and I rolled back over in the tub, letting my whole body sink underwater. Even my head.

  “I guess we’re washing your hair after all,” Jacob said with a smile when I came back up for air, blinking water out of my eyes. “Do you want that, honey?”

  I smiled back at him and pulled out the now-wet clip. “Yes, please. Thank you, daddy.”

  He began to massage shampoo into my hair, being careful not to pull it in any areas where there were slight knots, and I sighed with contentment, loving the tingling sensation that came from his fingertips running over my scalp. Jacob loved me so much; he’d literally do anything to make me feel cared for, even something as simple as washing my hair for me.

  I was officially the luckiest girl in the world.

  Chapter Twenty

  Vanessa

  I sat back in my chair at the little gossip column office the next day, smiling as I recalled last night’s activities. My innocent bath had turned into a big learning experience for me, and I’d never been happier.

  My relationship with Jacob had deepened over the last week or so, more than I ever thought possible, and I knew why. It was because he finally opened up to me and told me about the accident with his brother, and how he felt about it. It was awfully tragic, and I hated that he’d been so hurt, but at the same time, I was glad that he trusted me enough to share anything with me, no matter what. He knew I wouldn’t judge him, and he knew I’d never betray his trust.

  He was my protector, and I was his little girl. Why would I ever want to betray that?

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the gossip column’s deputy editor, Jaina, heading over to my desk as I typed up a new article about our college’s football team on the laptop Jacob had lent me. When she arrived, she clicked her heels on the floor impatiently to get my attention.

  “Hi, Jaina,” I said, forcing a smile. I’d never cared much for her—she was so hell-bent on turning the column into a serious scandal-breaking thing, when in reality it was just a little college thing that people did for extra credit and experience. No one on campus who read it took it that seriously, and that was fine.

  But not to Jaina.

  “I need you to do something for me,” she said, not bothering with any small talk.

  “Yes? I’m nearly done with the article about our football team.”

  She waved her hand impatiently. “Forget that. Scrap it.”

  I raised a brow. “What? Why?”

  She smiled and leaned closer. “There’s another story I’ve been mulling over for a while now. A little bird tells me you work for Jacob Baldwin. Is that right?”

  “How did you know that?” I asked, wondering who had told her.

  “I saw you the other week at the aquarium with him and some kid. My apartment is near it, so I go jogging around there sometimes,” Jaina said. “And I just heard from Leah that you were a nanny for someone, so I put two and two together.”

  “Oh.”

  “Anyway,” she went on. “He’s basically the most famous guy in our city, and he’s been all over the media lately with all that insider trading accusation stuff. Who knows whether that’s true or not…”

  I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. I didn’t like hearing about or talking about this stuff. I knew of the troubles Jacob was having with the SEC auditing his company at the moment, but I also knew it was all bullcrap. He would never do anything wrong. People were obviously targeting him because he was
so rich and famous, and they were just jealous.

  “What about it?” I asked.

  “Well, you know him and work with him. So I want you to write an article about the whole thing, and maybe see if he’ll give you some quotes. He’s barely spoken about it in the media—at least in print—because he seems to be choosing the whole ‘stay quiet and hope it blows over’ strategy, so it would be a real ‘get’ for our column if you got a little interview with him.”

  I sighed. “I don’t know about that, Jaina.”

  She sighed impatiently. “Just try, at least. I think it could elevate us from a silly little college rag to a publication everyone takes seriously. College or not.”

  “Okay,” I said in a small voice, wondering how I was going to get out of this. I liked my position at the university column, and I didn’t want to lose it, but there was no way I was going to write about Jacob.

  I’d figure out a way to get out of it somehow.

  My cell phone rang next to my laptop, and I breathed a sigh of relief, seeing an opportunity to cut the conversation with Jaina short.

  “Sorry, I better get this,” I said. She smiled and stayed at my desk to inspect her nails as I grabbed my phone and ducked into the bathroom to take the call.

  “Hello, Vanessa. It’s me.”

  I froze at the sound of my father’s voice and said nothing.

  “Sorry to call you like this again. I know you aren’t interested in hearing from me. You’ve made that quite clear,” he went on. “Anyway, I…”

  “Do you know someone called Damon Schwartz?” I blurted out suddenly, still wondering if he was the one teaming up with the SEC asshole to smear Jacob’s name by spreading rumors about our private relationship.

  “What?”

  “Damon Schwartz. Do you know him?”

  “I…I’m not sure who that is. Why?” my father said, sounding very confused. I couldn’t quite tell if he was telling the truth. Obviously I couldn’t see him as this was a phone conversation, and that made it difficult.

  “Never mind,” I muttered.

  “I just called to see if you’d made a decision yet. About coming to one of my shows,” he said. “There’s a big one tomorrow night. I know I’m being very pushy, sweetie, but I’m just so keen to show you how much I’ve changed. I want you to be proud of me, Vanessa. It means a lot to me to know I can possibly right the wrongs I’ve committed in my past.”

  “I…”

  I was about to say no, but then I realized that it could help Jacob if I went. If I saw my father face-to-face, I’d be able to ask him about the Damon Schwartz thing again, and I’d be better equipped to see if he was lying or not. Of course, I’d tell Jacob all about it and get his permission, and he’d no doubt want to accompany me to protect me. That made me feel all warm and safe; like I could do anything. Even if my father hadn’t really changed, he couldn’t hurt me as long as Jacob was by my side, watching out for me.

  “Yes,” I said. “I’ll come.”

  “You will? That’s fantastic news, Vanessa. Thank you. You won’t regret it,” my father replied. “I’ll add your name to the door list with a plus one. No ticket payment necessary, of course.”

  I ended the call and went back into the office to get my laptop. It was time to head home—after the harrowing call with my father just now, I needed to do something to get my mind off it. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was just past twelve. Tommy was at school, and I didn’t have another class here on campus till four o’clock. That gave me plenty of time…as long as Jacob was available.

  I called him from the hands-free set in my new car as I drove. “Hi, Daddy Jacob,” I said flirtatiously.

  He chuckled. “Hi. What are you up to?”

  “Heading home from campus for a while. Where are you?”

  “I’m actually home as well,” he replied. “Greg and I decided to have lunch here today. He’s still here.”

  “Oh, Greg as in your deputy CEO?”

  “That’s the one. You’ll have to meet him when you get here,” Jacob said. “Anyway, why did you want to know where I was?”

  “I have something to talk to you about,” I replied. “And I was also hoping I could see you for...another reason.”

  “Naughty girl,” he said in a teasing tone. “Well, I still have a while before I need to go back to the office, and Greg will be leaving soon. So I’ll be here waiting…”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jacob

  “Who was that?”

  Greg glanced at me as I stepped back into the lounge room, slipping my phone into my pocket. After all the stressful shit that’d been happening at the office lately, we’d decided to have a sneaky beer and lunch at my place, well away from all the drama.

  “Vanessa. My nanny,” I replied. I hesitated before speaking again. “Greg, I…”

  “You’re banging her?” he asked with a grin on his face.

  “It’s a bit more than that.”

  He winked. “Trust me, I know. You’ve seemed a lot….happier. For weeks now.”

  I grinned too. “It’s been that obvious?”

  “Hell yeah, it has. I’ve been wanting to meet her for a while. Was wondering when you’d finally admit it to me. So what’s she like, anyway? Sexy?”

  “Very sexy. And she’s just lovely personality-wise as well.”

  “That’s great. She sounds sweet.”

  The smile faded from my face as I realized he was missing a key component of the story; one which he’d find out as soon as Vanessa stepped through the door in all her blonde glory.

  “Greg….she’s only eighteen.”

  To his credit, his expression didn’t change. No flinching, no judgment. Instead, he simply nodded. “Women mature a lot faster than men. That’s just a scientific fact, honestly. I’m sure she’s wonderful, even if she’s younger than us.”

  I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. Greg and I had been friends for so long—I should’ve known he wouldn’t judge me.

  “We’ve been hiding it from everyone because of the age difference,” I explained.

  He held his hands up, palms facing me. “Hey, man, I totally get it. I mean, I think it’s great that you’ve found someone, but I’m not an idiot—I know what most people are like. A lot of them would act like you’re some sort of sex offender for being with such a young girl.”

  I sighed impatiently. “Exactly.”

  “It’s bullshit. Don’t worry, Jake. We’ll figure out some way to make people accept it. We can speak to Tonya and the PR team about it once all this insider trading shit has blown over.”

  “Yeah.”

  At that moment, I heard the front door opening, and Vanessa stepped through seconds later, her blonde hair slightly mussed up from the wind. She was holding her laptop, and her tote bag with all her college books and notepads swung from one shoulder.

  “Hello,” she said shyly, spying Greg over my shoulder.

  “Greg, this is Vanessa,” I said.

  He got up and extended a hand to her. “Nice to meet you, Vanessa. Heard a lot about you. I’m Greg Sistero.”

  “It’s very nice to meet you too,” Vanessa replied with a warm smile. Such a polite girl; such good manners.

  “So you’re at college when you aren’t working for Jake?” Greg asked, gesturing to her books and laptop.

  She smiled and put them all down on the coffee table. “Yes, I’m studying to be a teacher. I also do some writing for the college paper.”

  “That’s great. Smart girl.”

  Vanessa giggled softly, nervously. “Thank you.”

  “Anyway, I better get back to the office,” Greg said, glancing up at me. “You’ll be coming back as well, right, man?”

  I nodded. “Sure. I’ll be a bit later than you, though. Need to, er….clean up after our lunch,” I said, motioning toward the coffee table, where our beer bottles and dirty plates sat next to Vanessa’s stuff.

  He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He knew exactly w
hy I was going to be late getting back to the office. “No worries. I just need to make a quick call, and then I’ll go.”

  Vanessa helped me clear our plates and drinks from the coffee table and take them into the kitchen, and as we stacked the dishwasher and put the bottles in the recycling trash can, she smiled shyly up at me.

  “What is it, baby girl?” I asked, grinning back at her.

  “You introduced me to someone,” she said. “Without saying that I’m just your nanny. It felt….nice.”

  “Glad to hear it. We’re going to figure out a way to tell the whole world about us without them judging, sweetie. Might take a while, but we’ll get there.”

  “I’m glad.” She cast her eyes down, and I could tell something else was on her mind.

  “Vanessa, what’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I heard from my father again today. He called me.”

  I frowned. “What did he want?”

  She outlined what had been said during their conversation, and I nodded slowly. “I see. So you want to go to his seminar and hear him speak?”

  “I just think it might help us. If he’s the one who’s been feeding all the rumors about our relationship to Damon Schwartz, then I might be able to find out. If I confront him face to face, that is.”

  I sighed. “We still don’t know that the man has changed at all, Vanessa. I’m not comfortable with you being there alone, and I don’t trust him one bit. I’ll be coming with you.”

  “I assumed you would,” she said.

  “Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page so often,” I replied, slipping my hand into hers. “And thank you for letting me know this time.”

  “Of course,” she replied with a sweet smile.

  “All right, I’m done on the phone, so I’m heading out now! Thanks for lunch,” Greg called out from back in the lounge room. Vanessa and I both returned the goodbye before turning back to each other.