Innocence’s Series Bundle (Innocence #1-3)

by Alexa Riley

  “You always go out like this, my sweet Evie? Tiny skirt, too many drinks, and no panties? Baiting men?” She doesn't answer me, just pushes her bare ass into my cock, rubbing against me. Tempting me.

  “Such a naughty little girl. I think you were looking for attention. Well, now you’ve got it.” I reach between us with one hand, pulling my shirt from my slacks and undoing my belt. My pants drop enough for me to free myself.

  I use my other hand to slide under her, wanting one of her pert tits in my hand. Grabbing the bra, I pull it down until one is free. Her hard nipple pushes against my palm, and I grit my teeth, wanting to bite it.

  “If you’re not going to wear your panties, then I guess you're just going to have to wear me,” I growl into her ear as I bring my cock to her clit and start to pump myself against it. Back and forth, my cock slides against her hard little button.

  “Please,” she begs again as if it’s the only word she knows.

  “Tell me you’ll never go without underwear again unless I tell you to.”

  “I promise,” she moans, instantly giving me what I want. Warmth blooms in my chest. I want more.

  “Tell me you’ll go to dinner with me tomorrow.”

  “I’ll do anything you want.” Those simple words send me over the edge, making me cum warm hot spurts against her clit. I feel her body jerk against mine as she goes over the edge with me. She screams out my name as I ride the orgasm with her, rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. I draw out all the pleasure I can for her.

  When I feel her body go lax, I look down at her ass. My handprint is still evident there, and I can see my mark on her thighs where my cum starts to run down her leg. I wipe some up with my fingers and bring them to her pussy, coating her with it. Marking her.

  Slowly, I pick her up and lay her down on the couch as a sweet smile pulls at her lips.

  “Where are your night clothes?” I ask her, and she nods to a piece of luggage in the corner of the living room. Fixing my own clothes first, I go over and find her something to wear. I don’t want someone to come home and find her like this. Who knows who those girls will bring home.

  I pull her skirt off and slide a pair of flannel PJ bottoms up her legs. I grab the blanket hanging over the side of the couch and draw it over her. Leaning down, I kiss her on the lips as her eyes fall closed. I sit down next to the sofa on the floor, open the purse she dropped on her way in during our heated kiss, and pull out her phone.

  I call my phone with hers so I have the number, and then I wait for her friends to return home. I sit on the floor for six hours before they finally come staggering in the door. Drunk but thankfully alone.

  I reluctantly pull myself from the floor before giving Eve another kiss, wanting just one more taste, knowing I will see her tomorrow.

  I know Eve needs special attention, and our first date only confirms it. I find out she’s only in town for the weekend, and I’m leaving New York in the morning to find a job. She’s only recently graduated from college and is still searching for a job and having no luck. I check my work schedule and rearrange meetings so we can have dinner before she heads back home to Seattle.

  I was floored she ditched her friends for me, but she informs me it was only for dinner, and I better make it good. I wouldn’t have given her a choice, but I play along. I choose the best steak house in the city and pick her up at her friend's place. When we sit down to eat, she seems overwhelmed by the menu, so I decide to order for her.

  When the waiter comes over and I take the menu from her hands, it’s as if a weight has been lifted from her. I’ve always had a dominant personality, taking charge when necessary, but something about Eve makes me want to not only take charge, but to protect her as well. Something inside her sparks something in me, and there is an immediate connection like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

  I hold her hand and we talk until the restaurant closes. I take her outside afterwards, not wanting to let her go. I wrap my arms around her body to keep her warm as the snow falls all around us.

  “I don’t want to leave,” she whispers to me, and I feel the same way. “What if I never see you again?”

  She looks up at me with watery eyes, and I know what she needs. Strength. I’ll always give her what she needs.

  “Who do you belong to?” I ask her, and she smiles through her tears.

  “You.”

  “Then you know that I’d never let you go.”

  We see each other long distance for one month and it almost breaks me. It wears me down and I can't seem to get anything done. I’m constantly worried about her, wondering about the smallest things. I have plenty of money, but I don’t have Eve, and that’s what I truly need.

  After a while, I finally talk her into moving in with me. After that, our life begins, and part of that life is doing what we want to do behind closed doors. It takes time for us to figure out what works and what doesn’t. Finally, we agree that at home, there will be play, but outside of our safe haven, we don’t need the constraints of labels.

  Most people refer to our ‘lifestyle’ as DD/lg, but I just like to think about it as my taking care of her, and she takes care of me. We each give one another what we need.

  Eve likes to be independent in some parts of her life, but that only holds so long. The walls start to shake and she needs someone to catch her and that’s what I’ve been doing since the moment I laid eyes on her.

  Chapter Two

  Eve

  3 years later…

  After a 12-hour day at the office, I’m physically and mentally exhausted. I drive home in a fog, not really remembering anything about my day. I’m just ready to get home to Adam and have our time together, to push the day out from my mind and detox, to let the day go.

  I pull into the garage, hop out of the car, and go into the house. When I step inside, I head for the counter in the kitchen. My note is waiting there for me as it is every night.

  Princess,

  Take off your clothes and put on what I have laid out for you. Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes. Until then, take the picnic basket to the living room and enjoy some free time. I’ll join you soon.

  Love, your Daddy.

  I smile, put the note back on the counter, and stand there for a moment. I close my eyes, take some deep, slow, cleansing breaths, and feel myself mentally shift to his princess. The day slips away with all my worries. I know nothing can touch or bother me here. I’m his and he will care for me. Give me what I need. Fill the other part of me that many don’t know about. I love my job and my career, but I love this, too. No, I need it. I don’t think I could do one without the other. Adam sets the balance in my life.

  I can get stressed easily, and something about knowing I have Adam to take care of me centers me. I know the moment I leave my office I don’t have to think or worry about anything. He’ll always have me.

  I see Daddy has laid out a pair of see-through, tiny, white shorts with a matching tank top. He’s also included above-the-knee rainbow socks, which are my absolute favorites. I excitedly undress, still basically in the entrance of our home, and feel the stress of the day wash away. I place my work clothes in the large hamper by the laundry room and dress in what Daddy has chosen. Once I’m dressed, I pile my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head and grab the picnic basket.

  Our living area is large and has an open floor plan. I head for the spot in front of the fireplace. I want to stretch out on the plush, cream-colored carpet.

  I set down the basket and sit on the floor with my legs crossed. I feel such a sense of excitement getting ready to see what’s inside. Today’s anxiety has completely left my mind and all I focus on is the task in front of me.

  Opening the lid, I can feel my face beaming. Inside is a coloring book with crayons, an open bottle of wine with a glass, and a small container of candy. Normally Daddy doesn’t allow candy before dinner, but I can see that tonight he’s made an exception.

  I pull out the items, and carefully ta
king the cork out of the bottle, I pour myself a glass of wine. I take a few large gulps before placing it safely on the ledge of the fireplace.

  Next I lie down on my tummy and begin to color. The book is actually a coloring book for adults and depicts people in various sexual positions. I flip to a page of a woman licking a man’s balls and go to town. I lose track of time, fully immersed in the activity, when I feel him enter the room. After so many years together I can sense when he’s near. The energy shifts and I become more aware. It’s like coming home every time. He only has to be in the room and I feel it to my core.

  I stop my coloring though he hasn’t asked me to. He hasn’t said a word, but I can hear his soft footfall on the carpet behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see him sit down on the couch. We lock eyes as he leans back and spreads his arms wide along the back of the couch. His face is smug, and I know it’s because he likes what he sees. His little is doing exactly what he asked and loving every second of it.

  Just like me, my daddy needs this, too. As much as I need to be taken care of, he needs someone to take care of. It’s ingrained in us. It’s who we are. A perfect match. It’s something he’s known from that very night he found me on that New York street.

  Daddy has dressed me in such tiny shorts, they don’t even cover my butt cheeks. They are completely see-through, so I know if I spread my legs, he will see the places he loves very much. This is completely intentional, of course. He likes the tease, and I love giving it to him.

  To taunt him, I reach over to the basket and pull out a cherry lollipop. I unwrap it and look back over my shoulder as I give it a lick and suck it into my mouth. I watch as one of Daddy’s hands comes down to adjust his cock, and I can see it’s hard through his slacks.

  He gives me an eyebrow raise as if daring me to do more. I smile back in response because he still hasn’t said a word to me. I arch my back and raise my ass high in the air. He loves how round my ass is, and I am going to use it to my advantage. I place my palms flat on the carpet and slowly start to move my hips in a figure-eight motion. I can hear a moan from behind me and I know I’ve got his attention.

  I decide to take it a step further, and I spread my knees wide. I’m turned on from his voyeuristic behavior tonight, and the see-through shorts are damp from my excitement. No doubt he can see everything through them. My puffy lips, my pussy dripping honey, and my pink, tight asshole on full display. I keep my ass high and my knees apart, then I move onto my elbows. I slide one hand under me and slip it into my little shorts to play with myself. I look back and see Daddy has a hand down his pants as well and is slowly touching his cock.

  It feels so good to touch myself; to know he’s watching is half the pleasure, and my hips start to work with my strokes. My bubblegum-pink nails are so bright I know he can see the tips of my fingers go in and out of my pussy. I look back and see his focus is on watching the pink disappear and seeing where it will go next. When I take my hand out of my shorts, my pussy feels neglected. But I know what will drive Daddy insane, so I do that next. At this point, he’s still silent and I’m looking to get a reaction from him.

  I reach back with my slick fingers and slide my hand across my ass cheek. I move my fingers down my shorts to my tightest little hole. Daddy loves my ass play the most, having to work himself into my body, so I know teasing him with it is sure to spark him, to get him all worked up. I need it hard today. Badly. When I first breach the tiny ring, I hear his moan. I smile around my lollipop and then that gives me an idea. I take my hand out of my shorts and sit up a little. I grab the waistband of the shorts and move it down over my ass, just enough to get below the cheeks and expose myself. I want to keep them on but give Daddy a better view.

  “Princess,” he cautions behind me in that deep throaty voice of his.

  How does he always know what I’m up to?

  With a smirk, I continue what I was doing and get back into position, ass up in the air and knees apart. I take the lollipop out of my mouth and reach between my legs, rubbing the slick, sweet candy on my pussy. It’s syrupy and sticky, but I’ll do anything to drive Daddy wild.

  I look back over my shoulder innocently, and I see he’s in motion. He’s staring between my spread legs like he’s angry and undoing his pants as fast as he can. I watch his jerky motions as he undoes his belt. He stands up to take his dress pants all the way off. He takes his underwear down with them and then kicks his shoes and socks off all in under five seconds. Daddy starts unbuttoning his shirt but doesn't remove it, just undoes the buttons and leaves it open, exposing his beautiful olive skin and chest hair. His hair is dark there and leads all the way down to my most favorite thing on his body. His big, hard cock that’s pointing at me threateningly.

  “Is that all for me, Daddy? I’ve been such a good girl,” I bait, knowing I really haven't been.

  “No you haven’t, princess. You’ve been teasing me since I came in here.”

  I still have the lollipop between my legs and I start to drag it up my crack as Daddy comes to kneel behind me.

  “Let Daddy have a taste.”

  I pull the sticky candy away from my body and lean back a little so I can put it against his lips. He leans forward and licks the lollipop, but I know it won’t be enough as he moans around it, tasting me and the sticky candy. I instantly become jealous of the treat in his mouth. I want him tasting only me, so I pull the sucker from his mouth, making him smirk. He did it on purpose. I give him a glare that only makes him smirk more.

  “Put the candy away, princess. Playtime is over.”

  I toss the lollipop back into the basket. Once my hands are free, I’m back in position with my elbows on the floor and everything on display for him.

  Suddenly, Daddy grabs my hips and I feel his mouth on my ass, moving back and forth hitting my clit before moving back and forth. It feels like his mouth is everywhere. He’s licking the sugary residue from me, not missing any of it, and I moan into the carpet. My face is turned sideways, and I can feel the carpet rubbing against my cheek. If I’m getting rug burns I don’t have the slightest care, because his mouth is my heaven.

  “Such a sweet princess,” he moans against my ass.

  I feel his tongue and lips licking and rocking my lower body as I move against his face. I’m just getting close when I feel him suddenly pull away.

  “Not yet, princess. You’ll cum with me in your ass, and not before.”

  “Damn it.”

  Smack!

  “You teased me with it and now you’re going to give it to me like a good little girl,” he growls before smacking my ass again.

  One hand goes to my hair and he pulls my head back and off the carpet

  “You can fight it if you like. You know how Daddy likes to fight his cock into his little girl's ass. Or you can be good girl and give Daddy what he’ll be taking either way.”

  I feel the stinging on my left butt cheek and I blush with embarrassment. I wiggle my ass a little to shake the sting off and hopefully get him to fulfill his promise.

  Then the warm head of his cock is at the opening of my pussy, and he plunges in. One solid thrust and all ten inches of him are balls deep.

  “Yes,” I moan. I hold still for him.

  “That’s it, princess. Be real still for Daddy. Take your punishment for teasing me and then I’ll cum in that greedy ass. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he encourages me, knowing that gets me every time. I love being his good little girl.

  “I am, Daddy. I’m such a good girl. I’ll be very still while you fuck my pussy for me.”

  “Thank you, princess. You know how much I need this right now.”

  I hold still while he pulls out and pushes back in roughly. His dress shirt brushes either side of my ass cheeks when he bottoms out, and it’s such a delicate foil to his hard thrusts. He looks like he was so desperate for me, he couldn’t wait to get inside me. He’s still almost fully dressed. His need for me is so great I made him crack. Still after all these years to
gether, I love that I still have that power over him.

  “Such a good girl, being so still for Daddy while I wet my cock. Your pussy is going to coat it so that I won’t need any lube to take your little bottom. Right, baby girl?”

  It takes everything in me not to cum at his dirty talk. I’m holding as still as I can while he digs his fingers into my hips and uses my pussy to wet his dick.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m getting your cock so wet for you.”

  I can hear the liquid sounds of his big cock gliding in and out of me. I can feel my juice dripping down my clit as it coats my thighs. I’m drenched, and I know he’s close. Nothing gets Daddy off more than when I drip down my thighs for him. When my pussy becomes so needy for him he can just thrust in and out.

  Suddenly, I feel him pull out and I know what’s coming. I love him in my ass, but every time he does it, I get apprehensive. I know there won’t be pain, but my mind still expects it. He puts the dripping head against my tight hole and I feel his body blanket mine.

  “Lean up, princess. I want you to sit back on Daddy’s cock. I want you to take all of me in your asshole, and then say ‘thank you’.”

  I sit up and press my back to his chest. He’s leaning back, on his knees, with the tip of his cock at my tight entrance, so all I have to do is sit down. I feel Daddy kiss my neck, and his hands come up to rub my nipples through my shirt.

  “That’s it, princess. Daddy’s got you. Show me who’s Daddy’s only dirty girl. Show me how much you love having Daddy’s cock in your asshole.”

  His words are my kryptonite and I sink down. My fears fall away at that first breach, and I remember how much I love this. Feeling his rock-hard inches slide into my taboo place makes me feel dirty and sneaky and so fucking turned on.

  Before I realize it, I’m seated fully on his lap and he’s balls deep in my ass. I lift up a little and then grind back down. The pressure is so delicious, and having him bite my neck when I rock a little more is going to send me over the edge.