by Amy Brent
“Well, I was…He, uh, called me downstairs and made me admit that I was thinking of him.” My cheeks went red and I averted my eyes.
“Oh…Whoa…Um. Are you okay?”
The question was hesitant, concerned and full of worry. I knew what was going through her head and I had to get her back on the right track. I offered a breathless grin and gripped the table. “I’m amazing, Sara. He wants to be with me! He wants me to be his!”
She hesitated and hummed. “Yeah?” She didn’t sound convinced that this was a good idea. “That seems a little…odd.”
“No…I mean, maybe, but it’s not like we’re blood related and I’ve wanted this for so long, Sara. I mean…I’ve thought of him like this for so long and now I’m finally going to get the chance to explore that! Who knows if this is the real thing or not, but I want to give this a shot.”
She tapped her fingers on the table and looked deep in thought. “I guess there’s not really anything wrong with it at the end of the day, but…I’m worried about you. This has to be weird for you on some level, right?”
“Not really,” I said with a casual shrug. “I don’t know if I should admit it or not, but I’ve been hoping something like this would happen since I was sixteen. I used to think about it constantly. I feel kind of bad about it because I was just a kid back then, but I’m an adult now and I know what I want.”
Sara sipped her coffee and reached out to take my hand. “Well, as long as it’s what you want and you aren’t being like…Held hostage or being taken advantage of, I’m with you all the way.”
I squeezed her hand a little and smiled, thankful to have such an understanding friend. It was nice to know that I would have someone to talk to and a shoulder to lean on. I would eventually tell her everything. I would tell her about the intricacies of my relationship with James, but for now I was just happy to know that I had someone in my court.
She glanced up at me again. “What’s going to happen when you have to go back to school though?”
Shit. That particular thought hadn’t crossed my mind until just now. I offered a weak smile, but Sara saw right through it. “Mmmm…Ya’ll haven’t talked about that yet, have you?”
“We’ll get it worked out. I’m only an hour away.”
As I said it, though, I started thinking about it and I couldn’t help but wonder how this kind of relationship was going to work with me in school. As I sat there, listening to Sara chat about her life I started to worry that this thing with James was temporary. Would he want someone who couldn’t devote themselves wholly to him? Would I be replaced by a busty blonde he picked up at a club.
There was only one way to find out.
Chapter Five
I was on the couch when James came home, curled up and flipping through a text book for one of the harder classes I was going to be taking in the spring. I had tried ignoring the fact that I only had a month and a half with James before I had to go back to school, but it wasn’t really working out. I wanted to talk to him about it and smooth everything over, but I knew I’d have to wait till he got home.
The door creaked open and as I came around the corner to meet James, I saw snow blow in from outside. The temperatures were dropping. James closed the door and unraveled his scarf, smiling at me as he crossed the room and kissed my cheek.
“How was your day, baby girl?”
“Good. But it’s better now that you’re here.” I said, offering a sheepish smile.
His eyes lit up as he took his glasses off and wrapped an arm around me. “You were always good at charming the pants of everyone.” He sighed, kissing my forehead. “Let’s go sit by the fire. It’s freezing.”
He kept his arm around me and I followed him into the den, where he lit the fire before settling into the almost too big couch. We sank into it together and I leaned against him, closing my eyes. “Jam-, I mean, Daddy?”
He stroked his fingers through my hair, running his hand down my back and along my ass. My cheeks went red as I felt his fingers tracing the areas where panties lines should have been. I assumed he was making sure I’d followed his rules and not worn any panties.
“Yes, darling?”
“I…I was thinking about something today?”
“And what is that?” he asked, pulling me into his lap.
I nuzzled his soft, well-groomed beard and peppered kisses along his perfectly rugged face. “I’m still in school.”
“Yes. And I expect you to stay there.”
I pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes. “What are we going to do when school is back in session?”
“I’ve been thinking about that too.” He ran his fingers through my hair, watching me closely. “I know this isn’t the type of relationship you’re used to, but I want you to know that this isn’t just about sex. I don’t just want to fuck you,” he said, pressing his lips to the curve of my neck. “I want you. All of you. I want you in my life and I want to love you. I want to give you the things that any lover might want to give. I want to make you happy and treat you well and that means that sometimes, our little contract will have to fall by the wayside. I’m okay with that because you aren’t just a piece of meat. You’re far too precious to me for that.”
My eyes were wide as I slide my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his in a slow, chaste kiss. He smelled like sweet exotic spices and the forest. It was a scent I’d come to know and love. “You mean that?”
“Of course I do. I watched you grow into a beautiful young woman, and as I watched I dreaded the day you brought home some asshole who convinced you to date them. No one was going to be good enough, and as you got older, I started to realize that no man would ever be good enough for you. I’m not even entirely sure I am, but I want to give it a try.”
I shook my head and pressed our foreheads together. “You are. You’re so amazing Daddy. I’ve looked up to you for so long, and when I was younger…I used to hate that mama married you. I hated that I could never have you as my own, and I never dreamed that one day…One day I’d be able to tell you exactly how I felt about you.”
He smiled and kissed the corners of my lips before his fingers curled in my hair. I gasped as he gently tugged my head back and kissed my throat, making my eyes flutter closed and my heart beat faster. He knew how to switch gears really well.
“When you go back to school, you’ll come home every weekend and spend time with me. You’re going to call daddy every day and tell him how school is going. You understand?” I nodded and whimpered softly. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “And there are certain rules you will still be expected to obey.”
“L-Like what?”
“No panties,” he whispered.
“Oh.” My voice quivered with excitement.
“Stand up, baby girl,” he said gently.
I did as he asked and stood up, standing in front of him, shifting as his eyes lingered on my, causing molten lava to run through me. I was sure my whole body was flushed a pretty pink. James was clearly enjoying himself. He ran his hands down my arms and the came to rest at my waist. His fingers dipped just beneath my jeans and he slowly started to ease them down.
There was a lump in my throat and I swallowed it, looking up at the ceiling as he took in my most intimate areas. No one had ever looked at me like this and it excited me, but made me nervous all at once. My heart was slamming in my chest and my palms were starting to sweat. I curled my hands into tight fists, trying to hide at least some of my nervousness, but he saw right through it.
“How are you doing, baby girl?”
“I’m alright.”
“You’re so stiff. Relax,” he whispered, running his fingers down my thighs.
I shivered and nodded, taking a deep breath as his fingers worked their way up my bare belly and underneath my shirt, slowly lifting it up over my head. He tossed it aside and sighed at the sight of my naked figure. My fingers twitched as I thought about covering myself, but decided against it. James wouldn’t li
ke that.
I had the same insecurities every girl had, and the fact that I was naked and displayed in front of James magnified those insecurities. He was looking at me with an intensity that sent chills down my spine and I moved close to him, wrapping my arms around him. He pressed tender kisses to my neck and chest, his fingers in my hair.
James stood and lifted me into his arms, smiling. “Let’s go to bed, baby girl.”
I grinned back nodded, knowing full well that he had no intentions of letting me sleep tonight.
Chapter six
James had me wrapped safely in his arms and carried me up the stairs, kissing my cheek and temple. I would turn my head to catch his lips, excited for what was to come. I knew he wasn’t taking my upstairs to put me to bed.
He nudged the door open with his foot and I turned my head, eyes wide as I saw the tall mirror that lined one of the walls. It went from floor to ceiling and reflected the dark, moody room. Everything was red and black with touches of cream here and there. I watched as James moved around the room, lighting a few candles before he returned to me and kissed along my neck, running his hands up and down my body.
“Do you like the mirror?”
“It’s a very nice touch,” I murmured, shivering against his warm, powerful hands.
“I like seeing what I do to my lovers. I love watching the pleasure wash over them.”
Another whimper left my lips as he cupped my ass and gave a gentle squeeze. “Spread your legs.”
I did as I was told, watching him move in the mirror with just as much intensity, licking my lips hungrily. “I want to watch…I want to see what you do to me.”
He chuckled and slowly started to tap his fingers against the round of my ass. His fingers dipped down between my legs and I cried out softly as his finger dipped into the valley of my womanhood, running along the already tender and needy flesh. His finger brushed my back entrance as well, making me mewl excitedly, toes curling against the hard wood floors.
“Lean forward and put your palms flat on the glass.” He didn’t give me much of an option and instead pushed me forward against the glass, my back arched and my legs spread
I did as I was told, trying to keep myself upright. He was driving me absolutely mad and I wasn’t sure how to handle it. The feeling of utter helplessness when it came to James, was starting to become a familiar feeling. Everything he did to me pushed me closer and closer to the edge of losing control. Sure, I was young, but I was the type of person who prided myself on always being in control. James took all that away. When he touched me, or kissed me, I felt like a caged animal, ready to be let loose. He freed me of my inhibitions and fear.
“Stay right there, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy.” The words came out breathless and easily. I absolutely adored this man and everything he did to me. I would be happy to do anything he asked of me.
His footsteps got further and further away, but I knew he was still in the room with me. As he came back, I could hear metal on metal. I glanced over my shoulder and watched him roll something around in his hand.
“W-What’s that?”
He didn’t answer me and instead, stepped forward and gently pushed two small metal balls inside of me. I gasped and let out a surprised noise. His fingers were just barely inside of me, holding the balls in place. He smirked and leaned up into my ear.
“Don’t drop them.”
My entire body flushed and I moaned as his hands started to run over my thin frame once again. He paused at my breasts watching my face in the mirror as he took one of the pink nubs between his fingers and rolled them between his rough fingers. I moaned and arched my back, gasping softly as his fingers danced along my belly and hips. His free hand found its way between my legs and one of his fingers started to rub slow circles on my clit, lighting every nerve in my body on fire and making it damn near impossible to hold those stupid balls in place. He was taking his time. He wanted to drive me crazy, and the worst part about it was that I wasn’t going to complain.
Each skilled, practiced movement made me arch into his touch and beg. I wanted more. I wanted everything James was willing to offer. He kissed my shoulders and spine, his eyes focused on my face in the mirror. I could tell that he was just as eager as I was and I prayed that he’d get tired of teasing me and take me soon. I wanted him desperately.
“Daddy! Daddy, please!” I cried out, my legs shaking.
He smirked and started to rub me faster, pinching my nipple hard. “Please what?”
The pinch made me squeal and my face flushed as the balls slipped from me and hit the floor with two tell tall thuds. He clicked his tongue and pushed me forward, pressing my face into the mirror. Clear, thick fluid ran down my inner thigh as a testament to how much I wanted him.
“Daddy. Daddy…I’m sorry.”
“You did good, baby girl. Now it’s time for your reward.”
Without warning or hesitation, he slid two fingers inside of me and started thrusting them in and out of my warm, waiting body. He stretched me open, working me in the way only he knew how.
“You liked being fucked, don’t you? I saw you with that cock inside you. You think that store bought cock feels better than me?”
“No! No, Daddy!” I cried, my mouth dry and my words desperate.
“Tell me what you want.”
“F-Fuck me?”
“Louder.”
“FUCK ME!”
His ministrations were pulling sobs of pleasure from me as heat coiled in my belly. He pulled his fingers out of me, leaning over and biting my shoulder. “Stay put, baby girl.”
James pulled away from me just long enough to strip out of his suit and leave it in a useless pile beside the small puddle I’d created. His chiseled body was revealed to me for the first time and I could not stop myself from moaning and licking my lips, looking up at him with hungry eyes.
“Make me yours.”
I was offering myself to him, and I knew he wasn’t about to turn it down. He leaned over me and stroked my midnight curls back, the scent of our lovemaking mixing and creating a heavy musk that lingered in the air. His fingers dug into my hips hard enough to leave anger little red marks. Hell, maybe I’d even bruise in the morning. I loved the shot of pain that ran through me as his grip became almost too tight to bear. He was so damn strong.
I barely had time to process it before he slid into me, his cock filling me completely. It was better than I ever could have imagined. He stretched me open in the most delicious way possible and when he finally started to move, it was like seeing heaven. My fingers curled against the glass as he thrusted in and out of me, his hips slapping into mine. The sound echoed through the entire room, only adding to the atmosphere he’d meticulously created.
My eyes were fluttering closed and desperate sounds of pleasure forced themselves past my lips. He wasn’t going easy on me and I was more than thankful for it. I wanted to be sore when morning came.
“Daddy. Oh fuck!” I gasped, curling a fist against the mirror as my hips rocked back against his, meeting each movement.
Heat was curling in my belly and the tension was tightening. Each thrust twisted it even more and soon enough I knew it was going to snap. All it took was for him to tangle his fingers in my hair and yank my head back, nipping at the back of my neck. The bite made stars explode behind my eyes as the coil in my belly finally snapped and liquid heat filled my entire body.
I screamed ‘daddy’ before going limp, silently thankful that he was holding me up, still slamming his hips into mine. I whimpered with each thrust and finally, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, he came deep inside me, filling me up completely until the pearly liquid ran down my leg, mixing with my own fluids on the wood floor.
As I looked down at the mess, all I could muster was a small ‘oh’. I felt compelled to clean up the mess. I felt like it would be my job, but before I could sink to my knees to try and clean it up, James swept me up in his arms once more and carried me
to the bed, laying me out on the bed and kissing my face.
“Are you okay, baby girl?”
A giggle slipped out and I nodded quickly. “Yeah…I’m…wow. I’m amazing.”
He chuckled and kissed me tenderly. “Good. I was afraid I was a little too rough on you.”
I shook my head and sighed. “No, Daddy. It was perfect.”
He moved to lay beside me, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight. “Good. All I want is for you to be happy, baby girl.”
I sighed and cupped his cheeks gently. “Then you’re doing a damn fine job.”
“That good, huh?”
“That good,” I confirmed, pressing my forehead to his chest. His heart was beating just a little faster than normal and I couldn’t help but smile, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m tired, Daddy.”
“Go to sleep, baby girl. You can clean up the mess in the morning.”
I sighed and nodded. “Thank you, Daddy.”
I barely got the words out before I fell into a deep sleep, wrapped up in James’ arms; my new favorite place.
Chapter Seven
The next month went by fast. Too fast. James started taking more time off work in order to spend time with me. We both knew that I would have to go back to school soon, but neither of us seemed willing to acknowledge it. Of course we both knew that I was only an hour away, but that didn't really make it any easier.
In the month I'd spent with James, I'd gotten used to serving him. Part of our agreement was that I'd cook for him, clean for him and do all the other things you might expect a house wife to do.
It might sound awful and maybe even demeaning, but the truth was that I loved doing it. There was a part of me that was fulfilled when I served James. He was quickly becoming my whole world and I wasn’t sure whether I should be alarmed by that or not. I knew I loved him, but for some reason, I couldn’t make myself say it. I couldn’t get the words past my lips.
James made me feel like a woman. He was the man I’d needed all along not realizing that I’d been running around with boys. I didn’t want to go back to my old life on campus. I knew I would miss James too much, but as much as I begged, he insisted that I stay on campus. He wanted me to have a true college experience. He didn’t want to take anything away from me.