by Haley Monroe
“You do.” I can hear his smile in his voice. I push my hands under my shoulders and lift my upper half until I’m standing fully on my own two feet. Jacob is near my side, his hand on my lower back. The smile on his face when I look at him steals my breath. He’s so beautiful, in the manliest of ways. His dark, almond shaped eyes are bright and playful and his mouth is just begging for my kisses. My body tilts into his, I’m surprised to find him fully dressed still but am thankful for the heat of his clothing. “Look how beautiful these are.”
I look down as he traces a finger up my forearm. The ropes had left faded pink marks in my skin. Everywhere I was bound, sports a light indentation. The rope lines look almost like love tattoos. My hand lifts to join his and I rub the marks around my wrist. It’s like after you wake up and find marks from where the sheets were folded against your skin. “They are pretty.” I whisper and lift my gaze to smile at him.
“How about we get in a bubble bath and you tell me how we can prevent tonight’s events from happening again, huh?”
“I wouldn’t mind tonight’s events happening again. Maybe not tomorrow,” I tease as Jacob lifts me in his strong arms. My side presses into his chest and my head rests on his shoulder. I push my face into the crook of his neck and nuzzle him. He smells so good and I feel so light in his arms.
“I meant before.” He speaks softly as he carries me down the many hallways of his home. It’s still a maze to me, this mansion he calls a house. I pay no attention to where we are going or how he plans to get us there. It’s too confusing for me to focus on right now. Instead, I kiss his throat and enjoy the ride to his room.
He strolls through the bedroom like using my body the way he had wasn’t a massive work out like it had been for me. Like it had just been maybe some light cardio. He carries me easily, without even a struggle for breath, straight to the massive bathroom. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the way he lives. He swipes one hand over the light switch and I blink as the room comes to life. The bathroom is so large, I bet you could play baseball game in this bitch.
The standup shower fills the left-hand corner of the room. A tiled bench in the shape of an L sits under two of the four shower heads. There is a set of French doors opposite the large double vanity, that I imagine leads out to a patio or balcony of some kind. The sun has set and I can’t see exactly, what’s beyond the pretty doors but I know whatever’s out there is probably as beautiful as the rest of the house.
Jacob sets my ass on the counter between the two sinks. “This is,” I shake my head. There are no words to really describe this place. He walks over to the right and climbs the stairs that lead to the tub. He kneels on the third step and twists the two large knobs on the faucet. Water gushes quickly to splash into the oval bowl.
“I know.” He picks up a bottle from the edge of the tub and twists off the cap before dumping a hearty amount of solution into the water. I push my ass off the counter and hobble over to his side. My legs are still tingly and feel a bit like Jell-O, it’s almost hard to make them work like they should. I close the distance between us and kneel on the steps next to Jacob to look into the tub.
Bubbles are quickly filling the tub as the waterfall from the faucet churns the water. “How long have you lived here?” I reach way down to dip my fingers in the warm water. This isn’t a bath tub, it’s a small pool.
“Five years now.” He answers and turns to sit on his ass. I move to straddle his lap and his hands rest on my hips. My wet hand lifts to his collar and I begin to unbutton his dress shirt. “I formed a relationship with a contractor from New York named Billy. I brokered all of his properties and our successful business relationship quickly turned to a friendship. I was living in a one-bedroom apartment in the city at the time, it didn’t really matter where I lived because I was never home. I lived in my office basically.”
“Why does that not shock me?” I asked with a smile. He swatted my right butt cheek and faked a laugh.
“Anyway, I had just finalized my divorce and work was all I needed. Billy had this idea to build a castle in the country. A retreat he called it. I didn’t pay his plans much attention, only telling him that I would sell it when it was finished. Just like I had for all of his other projects.”
“He built this place?” I ask, ignoring the ex-wife information, for now. My hands undo the last button on his shirt. My mouth parts as his golden skin comes into view. His body is more than perfect. His wide shoulders lead down to sculpted pecs. His waist narrows slightly below that and then there is his midsection. His stomach is lined with well-defined abdominals, he must work out so much, which explains why he wasn’t even winded after our little fuck fest, it was just a warm up to him.
My hands sprawl out over his stomach and slip upwards to caress over his pecs. He relaxes back, letting me touch him while I sit on his lap. “Mmhm.” He starts. The sound of rushing water the only other sound in the room. “It took him three years. He worked on it slowly, between other projects and things, but when it was finished, he called me up. He was so excited and proud to show off the monstrosity. Everything he built was beautiful and I expected this to be nothing less, but when I pulled up the drive, I was smitten.” He grins as I push his shirt off his shoulders. Leaning down to kiss the top of his right shoulder and then I feel his arms flex under me as he shucks his shirt the rest of the way off. “I wrote him a check that very afternoon and broke the lease on my apartment.”
“It’s such a big house for just one person.” I whisper against his hot skin.
“It is.” He agrees without any hint of whether or not he likes it that way, while reaching up to unhook my bra. He peels it off my shoulders and I let it fall off my body. His hands come in front of me to tease my breasts. I whimper when he pinches my nipple. Jacob rolls it between his fingers and plucks the hard buttons until I’m squirming on his lap.
“Please, Daddy. I can’t.” I half laugh, half cry. Too over worked from our session and push his hand away from my tits.
“Alright then, kitten. Let’s get you into the water.” He lifts me by my armpits and places me back on the steps to stand while he removes his pants. I’m sort of surprised to find he isn’t wearing boxers but am not surprised at all to find his thick cock standing tall, away from his body like its reaching out for me. The beast is so damn long.
“May I?” I tilt my head a little, licking my hungry lips and reach out both of my hands for his hard cock.
“Only if you want.” He rakes a hand through my hair as I lower back down to my knees on the hard steps, pulling the weight of my saggy ponytail back. It feels good, I love when my hair is tugged tightly.
“I want to.” I purr and wrap my fingers around his girth. His cock is sticky with our juices but his skin is so soft. I pull my hands up, feeling the blood rushing through the protruding veins that line his thick cock.
I move slowly, taking advantage of the opportunity to explore his body. Both of my hands grip him and move all the way up until they slip off. I look up to smile at him briefly and find his expression serious. I replace my hands around his dick and take a second to inspect him visually.
His cock is perfectly straight, his balls heavy but shaven. All of this leading up to a perfectly shaped mushroom head, that is currently weeping clear fluid. I drag my right hand upward again but this time smear his precome along my palm. “Mmm.” He groans making my gaze flick up to his face again. His eyes are hooded by heavy lids and I want nothing more than to please this man.
I purse my lips and rub them along the side of his shaft. Up and down, until my lips kiss my knuckles and then back down to his base. I kiss and suck at every inch of him on both sides of his member. My hands move out of the way and rest on his thighs so I can suck on his dick head. I feel his thighs tensing under my palms and his cock jerks against my lips.
Carefully, I stretch my lips over the top of him and drink him down, swallowing him into the very back of my throat. His hand fists in my hair and he begins to pull
me up and down his hard on. It’s a slow but firm rhythm he sets and I suck the whole time. His hips begin to thrust and I ignore the tickling in the back of my throat that tells me to gag. My neck relaxes and I allow him to fuck my face as he pleases. Our gazes are locked as he jacks off with my mouth and I know it might sound weird but this may be the most intimate moment of my life.
I feel complete in this moment as I serve him. He likes it and I like it. My tired jaw and worn out body, don’t matter right now. All that matters to me is the deep throated sounds of pleasure he’s making and the tick in his jaw that lets me know he’s straining to hold back. I love the way his abs flex as he motions his hips forward and the way his hand is tangled in my hair.
He owns me. This fucking man, could be my everything. My head shakes a little at the thought that passes through my mind. I know it’s still very early in our relationship but I’ve had no choice but to dive in head first. We’re so close in this, so woven together as he provides for me and I seek to please him in return. I know that I lust for this man, but do I love him?
“Shit.” He grits the single word through his teeth, snapping my head back until his dick falls out of my mouth. All of my thoughts scatter as he holds me in place and fists his cock. His hand works up and down, so fast, so steady. His thumb is jerking up and down the underside of his swollen head. Massaging that one special spot that makes him crazy and I mentally clock the motion to use against him in the future. “Open your mouth, princess.”
I do as his asks. Watching him jack off is so fucking hot. My abused pussy pulses to life as he strains in his own hand. His grip on my hair keeps me from getting any closer but his tip slaps against my lower lip just before his come spurts free from his cock. I blink my eyes quickly as the first rope of come jets across my cheek. The second lands right over my lips and nose. He lets go of my hair as he grunts and groans, I take the freedom he’s granted me and wrap my lips around his shuddering cock.
I suck sweetly, pulling the last of his come from his length and swallowing it down into my belly. I moan as I taste him. I’ve never enjoyed giving head as much as I do with him. I love pleasing my sexy Daddy.
3
Slowly, Jacob’s cock softens against my tongue. His hands are tender as he helps me stand and together we step down into the deep tub. The water is perfect, almost too hot but it burns so sweetly. Jacob lowers himself in first, hissing as the water rises up over his chest. He parts his legs for me and I turn to sit between them. He pulls me back, resting my body on his chest.
It’s easy for me to melt against him. I’m so exhausted but happy. The taste of his orgasm still on my tongue as I sigh out. His hands cup water and he gently splashes it over my collar bone and face. We sit in the quiet warmth of the room for a long time. Until the mountains of bubbles start to dissolve around us. Jacob lifts one of my arms and again traces the fading impressions his ropes left in my pale skin.
“They’ll be gone by the morning.” He speaks delicately, almost as if he’ll be sad to see them go. He lowers my arm and hooks his leg under mine to lift it above the water line. When my thigh is visible, he tracks the impressions there as well. “These might last a bit longer because your legs are stronger and fought harder against the bondage.”
“Okay.” I turn my head to look at him with a smile. “I love them, I don’t mind if they stay longer.” He chuckles and kisses my temple.
“You’re a good girl, Hannah.” He lets our legs sink back under the bath water and tries to pull the elastic from my hair. It tugs and pulls because of his wet fingers but soon my hair is loose and he strokes his hand over it, smoothing and wetting my locks at the same time. “But we need to speak honestly about my work situation and your frustrations.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “I guess we do.”
“I’m not really sure how to fix this one, kitten. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, I guess I just don’t know how to let it go.” He blows out a breath that sounds painful. I watch his face as his head leans back and his eyes close.
For the first time since we’ve met, I can see his age. His dark hair is sprinkled white at his temples and he has small lines at the corner of his eyes. The stubble growing on his jaw seems to have bits of white and grey in it as well. It doesn’t deter from his sex appeal, instead I think it adds to it.
My hand lifts to cup his jaw and I turn slightly against his body, my side now along his middle. Without looking at me, his arms wrap around me and his hands come together at my hip. “I don’t want to distract you from work or be a pain in the ass. I don’t know what came over me this evening, I didn’t expect to miss you as much as I did. Do.” I shrug as I speak to his relaxed expression. “It was like I couldn’t breathe when we weren’t together and I know that’s dramatic and silly.”
“It’s not.” He interrupts, opening his eyes and lifting his head. “I feel it too. I find myself thinking of you all day long and wondering if you’re eating properly or feeling balanced. I’ve built a terrific team and think perhaps it’s time to start shifting some of my responsibilities over to them.”
“Really?” I ask with a giddy feeling bubbling in my stomach. Jacob pets the back of my head and nods.
“Slowly, I think, but yes. Why don’t we start with making my Saturdays all for you?” I bite the left side of my lower lip, feeling greedy and unappreciative. That should be enough but I want more. He laughs and places his thumb on my chin, tugging my lip from between my teeth. “Okay, Tuesdays and Saturdays?” I grin.
“Perfect.” My arms move around his side and sneak under his back to hug him tightly. His body is so much bigger than mine that I feel like a small child as I cling to him. The water around us is beginning to cool but I don’t care. I’d stay in here forever just to be with him. “Thank you, Daddy.” My words are whispered into his chest.
“It’s my pleasure, princess. If I have to travel we may have to bump the days around or you could always come with me?”
“Really?” I look up. “You’d want me to go with you?”
“You may end up bored, living the hotel life while I show properties and close deals but we could do little bits of exploring or sightseeing, when work is finished.” I sit up in the tub, moving to the other side to splash around a little with my happiness.
“That would be incredible.” My tits get jostled around as I bounce on my knees, water dripping from my arms makes me feel sexy while I’m being goofy. Jacob watches me with a pleased smile. His arms are stretched out along the sides of the tub and he looks so relaxed. I scoop up the last bit of bubbles that stayed hidden on this end of the bath and lift them to my face. They stick to my chin, dripping down like Santa Clause’s beard. I sit up tall on my knees and put my hands on my hips. I deepen my voice trying to sound like a man and say, “If you’re a good Daddy, I might come with you on your business trips, but if you cancel kitten days, you’ll be getting nothing but coal in your stockings. Ho, Ho, Ho.” I push my shoulders back and stick out my stomach. My hand rubs my belly like it’s a bowl full of jelly.
Jacob’s laugh makes me laugh hard as he grabs for me. I squeal when his slippery hands have to grip me tightly to drag me over to him. “You’re awfully fucking cute,” he grins as he kisses my bubbly bearded mouth. My arms lock around his neck and my ass sits on his thigh. He deepens the kiss and I feel the bubbles turning to water and dripping down my throat to splash over my tits and against his chest. “But Christmas isn’t for a few more months and until then Daddy makes the rules, not Santa.”
My head tips back as he nuzzles my jaw and begins to nibble at my neck. “Santa rules all year long.” I giggle. “He knows when you’ve been bad and he knows when you’ve been nice.”
“In that case you must stay in trouble.” He jokes before biting into my shoulder. It sends a shock wave of feeling down my body and I squirm to escape, but his hands still have a tight hold on me. I push at his shoulders, the water sloshing around us as I struggle. “Are you trying to get away from me?”
He growls playfully, his hands go from holding me in place to tickling over my sides.
“Noo,” I squeak, thrashing about on his lap as he tickles me. I draw my thighs closed and try to sink under the water, but his hands move all around me so quickly that every move I make is countered before I can avoid it.
I’m laughing so hard now that my sides hurt, but he doesn’t stop. “All that squirming against my dick is going to get you fucked again, kitten.” His threat does little to stop me. I can’t help it. I shake my head as I giggle, my hands still shoving at his uselessly.
“Jacob,” I cough between bursts of laughter. “Please, please. Stop, God, you have to,” I shift to press my ass over his swelling dick, hoping to distract him enough to make the tickle torture stop. “I’m gonna pee!” I lie but it works.
He stops tickling me to hold my hips and lift me up. My legs are still pressed together but I feel his cock nudging at my pussy lips. I’m still gasping for breath as my laughter eases and he pulls me down over his cock.
“Ohh, God.” I gulp. His dick feels different as he impales me in the water. My upper body leans forward, the water meeting my chest as I moan. His cock stretches my pussy and I clench around him. My hands fly out to grip the sides of the bathtub, hoping to keep myself from taking him too deeply, but his hands are much more powerful and he pulls me down.
All of my inner walls feel bruised from earlier, making his cock seem so much bigger than his already huge size. “I can’t.” I whine. His mouth presses to the center of my back, just between my shoulder blades.
“Relax and let me in, kitten.” Jacob’s hands leave my hips and curl up over my ribs then he cups my heavy tits, using this new hold to keep me in place as my body adjusts around his intrusion. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs into my soaked skin. “When you’re ready, I want you to just rock back and forth. Grind against me, baby.”