Daddy Issues

by Wyatt, Dani

  Risk versus reward, Ace has always taught me, and right now the risk, and the reward is the highest they’ve ever been in my young life. I can’t help it when I dig my fingernails into his shirt, pulling at the fabric as our lips hover on one another.

  The slightest contact and our breath exchanges between us.

  I listen as his breathing halts. His tongue darts out and takes a swipe across my bottom lip, making me shudder, thankful he’s holding onto me as my knees are useless.

  His body is as hard as it looks, heat radiating from him as he shifts me and pushes himself into my belly. There is no mistaking what I feel, there’s been times I’ve thought I’ve seen his hardness under his clothes, but whenever I glanced at him to confirm those suspicions he would move away, and I was never sure.

  I am sure now.

  His lips begin to move, and I strain to gain another bit of height, so I can urge our kiss forward as he whispers the words into our touching lips.

  “Kiss Daddy goodnight.”

  Those words break open the gates of what’s been pushed down inside of me. His lips are both hard and soft at the same time. He doesn’t just kiss me, he promises me a happily ever after in that moment. I feel it as wave after wave of joy flood through me.

  I’m frozen until he pulls back just enough to speak. “God damn it, kiss me back.”

  I didn’t even realize I hadn’t been returning his kiss, the very kiss I’ve been waiting for all these years. I open my mouth and feel his sturdy grip at the back of my neck. When his tongue touches mine, I know I’ll never be the same.

  His tongue is demanding, spreading my lips while the hand in my hair tightens, mashing our mouths together. Breaths turn to gasps, and my hands lock around his waist, unwilling to ever let this moment end.

  As the lust and shivers engulf me, it is that day at the lawyer’s office that comes back to me for a moment. The days and weeks that led up to it had me in the loneliest and most uncertain place of my life.

  I’d barely spoken to anyone for so long after Gran and Emily died in the accident. But, as soon as that door opened, and I took one look at Ace standing there, I knew my guardian angel had worked this miracle just for me.

  As time went on, I was sure the guardian angel did this for us both. Ace was so guarded, so closed off, that making him smile and bringing him joy became my joy. Soon we grew into a couple of some sort, a family of our own making, with our own routines and our own idiosyncrasies. I hugged my pillow every night, pretending it was him and prayed to that angel to never take him away from me.

  I wanted to be his everything, the way he was mine. Until right now, I was never sure. But his kiss is telling me everything I need to know.

  “God.” We finally take a moment, and the fury of our breaths topple over each other as Ace brings his forehead to press into the parting of my hair. “I’ve dreamed of this for so fucking long, Little Lamb. So, long. I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong.”

  “It’s not wrong. How could we be wrong?”

  His hands let me go, and terror rakes through me at the idea that I might lose him. As I look up, I see the predatory look in his eyes and my fear is replaced by adrenaline. As though I’m a feather, he scoops me up under my arms and lifts me onto him. My legs instinctively spread, and my ankles lock behind his back.

  I gasp as his body comes into contact with my open legs and the tightness that was gathering in my core snugs tighter. Ace must have felt what just passed through me, because his lips fall open and his hands grip into each side of my rear, grinding me against him as he watches with wonder.

  “Say it,” he grunts, moving my body slightly up and down on him and I can barely breathe. “Who am I?” The words seem to struggle to leave his throat as he begins the trek down the hallway and I’m floating. I’m barely attached to reality now, with all the sensations running through me.

  “Daddy,” I mouth, the word taking longer to leave my lips than it should, and I can see in his eyes once is not enough. “Daddy,” I repeat, more forcefully now, and feel the way his body twitches under me.

  With every breath, every second, my need notches higher. Each step he takes toward the bedroom I’m closer and closer to the edge. I’ve touched myself before. Thinking of him, I’ve gently swirled a finger around my secret lips, but my body has yet to yield. No matter what I would do, the finish line always eluded me. The frustration of never being able to find release is now like a powder keg waiting to explode.

  “What do you want, Lamb?” His eyes lock with mine as he closes the distance to the bedroom. “I want to know everything you want from life. But right now, what is it you want the most?”

  “This,” I mouth into his neck, twisting my head, so my ear rests on the solid flesh of his shoulder, breathing in his scent as I press my nose into him. He smells like fresh leather and the sharp, black smoke from the fire. “I want this and us. You. Me. All of it. I want it all.”

  The connection between our bodies is bliss. Ace has always avoided any touch.

  Actively. Defiantly almost.

  It’s caused more tears than he knows.

  That is all gone now, I need this. The physical touch. It’s a craving that has been aching inside of me for so long.

  I listen to the long low growling breath he releases before he speaks, even as his fingertips dig into my ass and darts of pain shoot from his clutch. “I will give it to you. All of it. And more. More than you probably want, Lamb. More than you may be able to handle.”

  Ace kicks open the door, and my stomach does ten sorts of flutters as my hands wind up the thick cables of muscle that strain across his back and I wrap myself around his neck. I’m clinging to him like a child, and it feels so perfect that I tighten my grasp, never wanting it to end.

  In the next moments, he’s laying me down on the bed, and I hear myself moan his name as he stands above me. I can’t seem to stop saying it now that I know he wants to hear it.

  “Daddy...” It slips again from my lips as his eyes trace up and down my body. He runs a hand over his bald head; his chest expanding on a breath, then he strips the denim shirt from his torso leaving me gulping for air.

  Desire floods out of me, and I know the loose white boxers I’m wearing must be revealing my reaction to everything that is happening.

  I arch my back upward, the desperate need pulling at me and forcing my muscles to tighten and spasm.

  It looks like Ace is having the same reaction. The sinuous fibers under his skin mimic the feelings of my own. Each of his abdominal muscles stands in relief as his loose khaki trousers droop at his waist, exposing the V-shaped indents that lead lower.

  A startled yelp stalls in my throat as my eyes drop and I see the twitch of an erection that strains at the leather of his belt.

  “Do you know what this means?” He leans down, pushing my legs down and caging me with locked arms, fists embedded in the ivory linen next to my shoulders. “What it’s going to mean from now on? You call me Daddy, Little Lamb, but I doubt you understand what that means for you. I doubt you are ready.”

  “I am,” I answer, a little too fast, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I’ve wanted this for too long. I’m not thinking straight. “I’m ready.”

  I watch the muscles in his jaw turn solid and his nostrils flare. Those eyes I’ve looked at for so many years look completely new to me. It’s as if this person hovering over me is a new being. Part of the man I knew as Ace, but somehow someone I don’t know. Fear prickles the hairs on my arms and adds to the wetness now soaking between my legs.

  “We shall see.” Something passes over his features. A darkness, then a flash of light as his hands come to the neck of the T-shirt I stole from his room just yesterday, and he pulls.

  The sound of tearing fabric mixes with the cooler air of the room on my flesh. My nipples are hard but draw tighter and tingle as Ace takes control of my arms, pulling them from the remaining fabric.

  His face comes down, and he kisses my neck, rough pa
lms taking each of my breasts, and I moan and arch again, thrusting my hips upward into the sensation. His lips turn to a tracing tongue that leaves a wet trail as his face lowers and my eyes close.

  I mutter some sort of prayer under my breath as his mouth engulfs one side of me. The sucking and the wet warmth send me into a new dimension, and I throw one arm over my head as the other settles over my eyes.

  I’m aware of his hands tugging off the boxers, while his mouth moves from one nipple to the other. The sucking turns to teeth, and I draw in quick breaths, wiggling and helping him remove the fabric from my legs.

  I hear the muffled words as he kisses and bites. “Good girl. That’s my fucking good girl.”

  Just as I’m pressing my chest higher into his mouth, he pulls away, standing, and I’m left panting and wanting. The white boxers are in his hand, and he looks down then brings them to his face, pressing the fabric where there is a visibly darker patch to his nose.

  “You’re wet. Jesus, I made you wet.” I’m not sure if he even knows he said the words out loud. It almost feels like it’s his internal monologue, and there is surprise in his voice.

  “You have for a long time.” I pull a shoulder to my ear, suddenly wanting to tell him everything. All my secrets. The way he’s looking down at me. I think he wants to know them all.

  His eyes close and a sound tears from him that I can’t quite identify as he breathes in and out into the cotton, finally glaring down at me like I am the offering and he is the beast.

  “I’m taking it all. Daddy isn’t always sweet, Lamb. Daddy needs things from you, and it’s up to you to take care of me. In every way. You will have responsibilities to me. Today, there’s no more waiting, no more pretending. You will be mine and no one, ever, will take you from me. Touch you. Hurt you. Do you understand? You fucking belong to me, Brinna. I own you and will do as I please with you from today on.”

  Each word drenches me in something I’ve longed for. Most wouldn’t understand. I hear his words and think that anyone else would tell him what a selfish asshole he is and run the other way. Oh no. For me, his words sink into the places inside of me that have been empty for too long. They fill me with him. They make my dreams a reality.

  I can only nod as he drops my boxers and his hands come to his belt. My skin prickles and my hands move down my body, wrapping over my belly, so exposed and trembling. As I watch in awe, he strips, tossing belt and clothing aside, all the while his eyes narrow and locked onto mine.

  “Say it again. I need to hear it again.”

  I know what he wants and give it gladly. “Daddy. You’re my Daddy.”

  He takes a shaky breath at the words, then a moment later he’s naked, and the hardness I’ve only glimpsed and suspected beneath his clothing is in full view. My throat tightens. Lust covers me, and I want to touch him. I want to kiss the swollen tip where I see creamy liquid seeping out.

  There is nothing else in this world I want right now except to feel him. All of him. On me, inside of me, in my mind, in my heart, in my soul. I want him to consume me like a fire.

  The body I’ve seen in bits and pieces over the years is now exposed to me, and it’s more than perfect. The hair that covers his chest matches the hair below and balances with the beard that I’ve dreamed of feeling against my skin.

  He lowers a hand to my thigh. His fingertips leave trails of goosebumps as he traces my skin, all the while watching my reactions. The backs of his fingers do the same as he reverses direction and I gulp down the lump in my throat.

  “Spread your legs, Lamb. Show Daddy what’s mine.”

  His fingers still and I feel his power and domination in the pressure of his touch. I do as he asks, inhibitions falling away as my rampant need to give him everything he wants is my only focus.

  “Tell me.” Ace’s fingers leave my thigh, and he brings his massive hand to stroke himself as he stares between my legs. “Have you ever come before?”

  I shake my head, unable to escape the thunder of pure need that pounds inside me.

  “Anyone ever touched you?” His voice turns heavy, and I jerk my head back and forth. “I didn’t think so. I needed to be sure. If you’d said yes...” His lips pull tight as he lowers himself, so his beard brushes against the sensitive, exposed flesh of my sex. “I’d have to kill them. Do you realize that, Brinna? That I would kill anyone that touched you? Past, present or future, I would kill them.”

  I moan as he moves lower and the tip of his tongue swipes over my clit.

  Chapter Three

  Ace

  WHEN I TASTE HER FOR the first time, the animal I’ve been trying to hold back for too many years tears through me and breaks free. I bury my face between her legs and want to move the fuck in, thinking I’ve finally found home and her flavor is every dream of heaven I’ve ever had.

  Her thighs brush against my beard as I slip my tongue into her opening, feeling the barrier there, and pride swells in my chest as I confirm what I already know—that I will be her first.

  Her hands come down to grip at my bare scalp as sounds of pleasure dance in the room. Impossibly beautiful sounds that tell me she is turned on.

  For me.

  I groan into her soft, slick opening before licking up and down. Sucking and swallowing every drop her body releases into my mouth. The dark fantasies I’ve lived with for so long are finally coming true, and the reality is infinitely better than the fantasy.

  “All fucking mine.” I mouth into her as she soaks my beard. For a moment I pull back to look up and see her wide eyes looking down. “You know that, don’t you? From now on, this cunt belongs to me. Your heart belongs to me.”

  The shudder that passes over her body answers for her, even as she struggles to nod.

  I reach around and tighten my hold on her thighs, spreading her obscenely wide, so I can see every bit of her juicy cunt.

  “I’m going to taste every part of you, Lamb. Every inch of your body. First, I want you to come. Have you come before? Touching yourself, I mean?”

  My heart thunders in my chest. My dick is ready to be inside of her, but I need this first. I need her soft and soaking for me. I know I will hurt her, but I want to lessen the pain as much as possible.

  “No.” She bites into her bottom lip, and that look of uncertainty makes me growl. “I’ve never been able...” Her soft voice trails off, but I want to hear more.

  “Never been able to what? Tell me.” I kiss her inner thigh, sweet this time, all the while thinking of how I want to have my teeth marks imprinted there every day from now on.

  “To come.” The blush on her cheeks deepens, and I’m suddenly a hundred feet tall. Knowing all her orgasms belong to me gives me new purpose.

  Getting her off was my obsession before, now it is my sole focus in life. I dive back into her pussy, soft at first then building her up until she’s a bucking frenzy. She rubs herself onto my face and beard as I focus on her now swollen and needy clit. Flicking and sucking, back and forth, then around and around—more pressure, then less, then more—until she freezes in my hands and her legs spread impossibly wide and I know she’s there.

  I take her over the edge with my mouth. The screams and moans that come from her have my own orgasm on a hair trigger.

  With my tongue working back and forth, I watch her face change to bliss as the pleasure takes over. Her neck arches back and her hands spread over the bedding, tearing at the fabric.

  I ride out her bucking hips, her body gushing onto my face. My beard is drenched, my mouth full of the flavor of bliss, and she is scored into me, now and forever.

  When I’m thinking this moment can get no better, she gives me more.

  “Daddy,”she moans out. “Daddy, please. More.” The words light in my soul and I eat her to another twitching orgasm before I can take no more.

  My cock jerks as I stand and cover her with my body. I kiss her, sharing her flavor between us and all my depraved desires spin inside my lust-addled brain.

  I
break the kiss, our breaths hot and fast.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Lamb. I’m going to push inside you, and I know it’s going to hurt. But it’s what Daddy needs, sweet girl, and you’re going to give it to me.”

  I brush her hair back off her forehead and lightly kiss her.

  “It’s okay.” Her sweet words came out like candy.

  So trusting, so sure, handing herself over to me. The girl I’ve raised these last few years. The girl I shouldn’t want, but I want no other.

  “Hold on, Lamb. Hold onto Daddy.”

  Her arms come up and around my neck as I shift my hips and the tip of my erection seeks out her heat.

  I mutter under my breath and try to find the resolve to go slow.

  “Like this?” she asks, and all I can do is nod for a breath.

  Once I feel the wet warmth touch the head of my cock, I know there is no going back.

  “You ready to be Daddy’s big girl?” The filth tumbles out of my mouth and in my shame my lust is only heightened. Looking into her eyes and seeing the acceptance there only binds me to her even more.

  “I’m ready, Daddy.”

  “Spread your legs really wide, Lamb. Daddy’s going to push it inside just a little bit. Hold on, Lamb.”

  She nods as I press my hips forward. I nearly pass out from the sensation of entering her even a centimeter, the tight barrier pressing back, keeping me from moving farther. My control is leaving me. I can’t hold back much longer.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as I watch her trusting eyes and feel her tiny hands gripping my shoulders.

  “Is that it?” She bites her bottom lip.

  “No, Lamb. Not yet. Hold on, okay? Hold on tight, and I promise, even though it will hurt it won’t last long. Then it will feel better. You are going to make me feel so good. Daddy is going to be so proud of you, baby girl.” I prepare myself, then give her the last words. “Spread a little wider and take it for me, baby.”