by Lena Little
The title he’s given me in return has me shivering in return. I’m losing control just like he was seconds ago before he just tore off a list of promises that make me want to tear my panties off and mount him right here and now, whether he wants it to happen here or not.
“You’re so damn perfect, little one. So right for me in every way. But we can’t do this right now. I need to get to the bottom of something else first.”
“Are you sure?” I tease, reaching my tiny hand out and taking his wrist before I realize just how much bigger he really is than me. I add my other hand, grabbing both sides of his hand and place it on my stomach before sliding it into my panties.
My eyes immediately hone in on his stomach area, and I can see his cock throbbing underneath his shirt, close to his belly button. How his rod has managed to stretch up that far I have no idea. But I have a lot of ideas on how I can get it to go back down.
Lick it like a lollipop. Suck it like a straw. Sit on it and ride him like a cowgirl.
I want to do it all, and all at once, but he’s not having it.
I feel for his index finger and slide it through my slit, up and down as I coat it with my cream before pulling his hand from my pants and bringing it to my mouth, licking my own juices.
“Oh, fuck,” he grunts.
“You say fuck, but you don’t want to. In that case, I guess I need to find someone who does. You only turn eighteen once, right?”
I drop his hand and whip my body around so fast he doesn’t stand a chance.
“Wait,” he calls out, just as I feel the tips of his fingers swipe across my back. I arch forward and move quickly for the door, sliding out of my room and leaving him there hot and hard.
No way in hell is anybody else getting anything from me, especially nothing like I just gave Dylan. But I’m not about to let him know that.
I’ve stated my case plain and clear and left him standing there in my room with blue balls to think over my offer.
He’s helped keep me safe from danger already, but today at my birthday party I’m ready to finally put my hand in the fire and feel that danger he so desperately tries to keep from me.
Because the danger I want for my birthday, the one and only gift I crave, is the one that he and only he can give me.
Him.
7
Destiny
I exhale hard as I leave my room. A tingling feeling shoots through me, beyond excited that I just did that. I honestly didn’t know if I had it in me, but in order to get Dylan in me, in another way, I had to take the chance. And I love it when things go as planned. Although technically nothing’s happened…yet.
I’m still shocked at how bold I just was as it’s not in my personality. As fun as it was, it would be a lot more fun if I was still in my room, and he’d taken me up on my offer like I wanted him to so badly.
I need to push him even further to act. Getting him here to my house, especially so soon after what happened and the fact that the last time he was here he was dragged away by the police, was a task in and of itself. Still, something told me he’d come, and did he ever.
He’s dressed simply, in blue trousers and a white button down, but does it ever suit him. He looks like a man, a real man, and the kind of man I’ve always needed in my life, in so many ways, yet never had.
Right now it’s not important that he pushed me away in my very own bedroom. I see an opportunity for more in the very near future, a need in his eye, and a spark of hope in mine. His mouth was saying ‘stop’ but everything about his body was saying ‘go’. He just needs that last little bit of motivation, and one of the oldest forms of human emotion should do it. Jealousy.
I make my way back into the party and look over my shoulder, catching Dylan not far behind me, his eyes tracking me as I weave in and out of the crowd. I put a bit of extra swing in my hips, praying I don’t throw myself off balance and make a complete fool of myself in the process. The goal is to tempt him, not to look like I’m tipsy.
“Hey Destiny,” a voice calls out, and I see a boy from my school, Sam, calling out to me. I want to avoid him, but I remember the plan. Also, I have to remember that most of the people here are snakes, almost by definition. If they’re friends with Freddy or trying to rub shoulders to get in favor with him, then I don’t want to be anywhere near them…except in this case it could suit my needs, all the while Sam erroneously thinking I’m going to suit his.
“Hi Sam,” I reply, and he makes no effort to hide the fact that his eyes rake over me from head to toe. I grit my teeth, trying not to cringe and prepare to force on with the conversation. It’s the easiest way to get Dylan to act, maybe even to make a scene and then spank me later for being a bad girl. And preferably that spanking will happen somewhere other than here, Dylan taking me away from this place and my adoptive father…the man who showed one face to the world when he adopted me and a very different one once the ink dried on the papers and he got me back to this place.
The place he’s got locked down like a fortress where no one can see the way he looks at me, the way his hugs pull me in a little too long and a little too tight. And the man, if I can even call him that, who pokes me in the stomach with that thing in his pants when he does hug me.
“Nice of you to come,” I continue on with Sam, who quickly throws his arm around me and hugs me, also a bit too aggressively, which plays into what I want with Dylan. Raising up on my tippy toes and looking over Sam’s shoulder as best I can, I can see Dylan fuming. I don’t make eye contact with him but I can clearly see his reaction. He’s beyond pissed and it’s only going to get worse as Freddy slides in next to him and I see the senator’s mouth moving. If only I knew what they were saying.
“How about a dance?” Sam asks, although he clearly doesn’t give me much say in the matter as he spins me onto the dance floor. “Wow, your dress is just so…,” his words trail off as his eyes take a path across my breasts. “It just really shows that you’re not in high school anymore, that you’re an adult who can do adult things.”
I flash a condescending smile, but as a boy, he doesn’t pick up on it at all. Instead, he picks me up and twirls me in the air, for all to see.
I will give it to Sam, he’s strong. As the captain of the football team, he should be, but he’s taken too many hits to the head if he thinks I’m actually going to do something with him. There are a lot more girls in town, a lot, that would be happy to be with a boy their age. Not me. No thanks. I’ve only got eyes for Dylan, and as Sam continues to twirl me I can see his eyes are clearly on me, as are Freddy’s.
They both look angry enough to come over here and give Sam a piece of their minds, but Dylan is the only one who looks like his fists are so tight right now they could punch through walls. Good.
Sam walks around school like he’s ten feet tall and bulletproof, and I know Dylan wouldn’t hurt him, but it would be nice to see the boy who looks like he stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch advertisement, with his hairless body, get a real lesson in masculinity from a real man.
I want Dylan over here to make me feel small in a different way, protected. Not Sam who makes me feel small as in my thoughts and decisions don’t matter. Younger boys really do need a lesson in just listening to a girl.
“How about we grab a drink?” I offer as soon as Sam puts my feet back on the floor.
“Yeah!” he says, with a frat boy level of excitement yet still being in high school. “You’re dad’s not going to have us arrested or anything?” he jokes.
“Depends on what for,” I wink back before darting over to the bar.
My small size helps me weave through people a lot faster than Sam, which allows me to reach the bar first and in turn order him a double shot of whiskey and a Shirley Temple for me.
“Bottoms up!” I toast, and he throws back the dark alcohol in a way that shows me it’s clearly not his first time.
“Aaaah! How about another. Maybe a…sex on the beach?” he winks, sliding his hands around my waist
from the side and resting his chin on the top of my head.
I turn my head slightly and see that Dylan’s eyes are shooting daggers at me. His face is so red he looks like a volcano about to erupt.
I flash him a wink, hoping that’s the final push to get him to blow his top.
Let’s see.
8
Dylan
If it wasn’t bad enough that I had to see the inappropriate way that Freddy was looking at Destiny, now I have to see the even more inappropriate way that this young punk is touching her.
Bad move, buddy.
The paternal vibe inside me rages, even more, the need to protect her from this kid shooting through my veins. I need to take care of him and then address the eight-hundred pound gorilla in the room, her father, who looked like he was lusting after her just as hard as this snot nosed punk.
And if there’s one thing I know it’s that neither of these scumbags started having these thoughts in just the last forty-eight hours, like me. For sure this has been going on for a while, it’s not just the flick of a light switch for these guys who have been around her for at least the last couple of years each.
I, on the other hand, didn’t even know of her existence until her eighteenth birthday, and I’m the one who can care for her, lust after her, and want her as mine always.
That boy is so damn close to her now I know his cock must be rubbing against her.
I look around the party and it’s only then I notice just how many of the men here are leering at her, and that’s all I can take. She needs to be covered up and away from all these horny losers. Nobody looks at what’s mine except for me, and when I catch that asshole looking down the top of her dress I lose it.
Storming across the party I make my way straight to Destiny, who I know is doing this mostly for show. Well, it’s fucking working because I’m angrier than I’ve ever been. I don’t want to make a scene, but I also don’t want any of my actions to be left up to interpretation. It’s time to make things clear…crystal clear.
Her eyes are trained on me as I march straight toward her, yet she doesn’t do anything to stop that boy who’s got his back to me. Slowly she rolls her teeth across her lower lip and I damn near explode in my pants.
“Let’s go. Party’s over,” I say, extending my hand just inches from her.
She reaches her hand to take mine, and it alerts the boy that someone’s behind him. “Beat it,” he says, turning half-way before locking eyes with me. “Old man,” he finishes.
My nostrils flare. “Son, you listen here and you listen good. You take your hands off that young woman right now before I pry them off. And if I have to pry them off the cops will be prying my hands from your throat.”
“I’d like to see you try, grandpa.”
“You had your chance,” I remind him, just before I grab him by the collar with one hand and the back of his pants with my other, carrying him straight toward the front of the house.
“Oh,” some girls mumble as the crowd parts allowing me easy access to throw this kid out on his face, teaching him a lesson in life about touching what belongs to another man.
“Put me down!”
“Oh, I’m going to put you down all right,” I snarl. “Drunk kid coming through,” I call out and the crowd continues to part, laughing at the scene. “Right on your fucking face.”
When I reach the front door I rock back on my heels and swing his body forward, sending him flying through the air like superman, faceplanting in the grass.
He scrambles to his feet.
“Out!” I say, pointing to the gate. “And if you try and come back that will be the last mistake you ever make.”
“Fuck you, old man,” he says, but he’s backpedaling.
I raise an eyebrow and he turns and beats feet toward the gate.
I bring two fingers to my eyes and then point at the kid, the security detail nodding that the message has been received.
As much as I did want to strangle that kid, and was prepared to, I wasn’t going to hurt him too much. He is a kid after all, and for all I know, he might not even be eighteen. The last thing I need is a charge for assaulting a child, and it being witnessed by a few hundred people.
Was Destiny teasing me, knowing it would bring me to this point? Absolutely. Did it work? Damn, right it did.
So the real punishment shouldn’t for this boy. The real punishment needs to belongs to Destiny.
Time to find her and bend her over Daddy’s knee and teach her a little discipline.
9
Destiny
“We have some unfinished business in your room,” he growls, taking my hand and marching me straight back into the house and up the stairs.
He leads the way because he knows the way, he’s been there before. And I’m hoping this time he takes me to a place I’ve never been, outside my fantasies that is.
As we reach the upstairs hallway, out of view of spying eyes, he scoops me up and carries me into my room, using his foot to kick the door closed this time. It slams hard, with a finality that tells me that finally, this might just be the time.
Tossing me on the bed like a savage, I bounce, but quickly slide off the bed and grab the same picture frame he was clutching when I first caught him pleasuring himself to the sight of me.
“Watch this,” I say, sliding the picture out of the frame only to reveal a picture of him behind it.
“Where did you get that? How did you take that?”
“I installed a USB spy camera a couple of weeks ago.”
“What is that, and why?”
“It just looks like a USB charger, so Freddy would never catch on. But underneath the exterior, there’s actually a hidden camera. I have them all around the house under the guise of using them to charge my phone, but who charges their phone that much? I started reading more books on my phone, versus my Kindle, just so my phone battery would need to charge more. And you can buy those things on Amazon for under forty bucks, half that if you look hard enough.”
“So this is surveillance footage that even the senator doesn’t know about?”
“Nope,” I say, popping my lips on the single word. “But you didn’t bring me up here to talk about him, did you, Dylan Dean?”
“You’re so damn young, Destiny, and I shouldn’t be having these feelings about you.”
“We already went over that.”
“But what we haven’t covered are punishments for bad behavior, and that starts with my big hand covering your ass with a slap or two.”
In one motion he grabs me by the waist and spins me right over his lap, taking a seat at the edge of my bed in one motion. I press my body into his thighs, grinding my lap into him wishing this was skin to skin contact and that we weren’t fully clothed.
“I deserve this punishment, Dylan. And I’m ready. I’m ready to do as you say or face the consequences.”
“Oh, there are consequences for your behavior,” he warns.
“I can see that,” I say, moving my body closer to his groin until I’m pressing against the tip of his cock.
“And now you’re going to feel it too.”
His big hand cocks back and before I know what’s happened his mitt comes down and lands firmly on my bottom, sending me lurching forward.
“I’ll be a good girl, Daddy!” I cry out.
“Oh, yes you will,” he says, kneading my ass like dough, but my lacy dress is too thick. He grabs the bottom, lifts it, and a gust of air tickles my backside over my panties.
He spanks me again, this time in a different place as he moans, kneading my asscheeks yet again, before growling, “I need more.”
He grabs the top of my panties and yanks them diagonally, the fabric tearing as my flesh is exposed. Immediately his hand leaves me and then comes right back down on my bare skin.
“Fuck, baby girl. No way I ever get enough of this, of you, of us. You’re mine now, you understand?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“And you will do
as Daddy says. Always.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he commends, his meaty fingers grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up off his lap, but my feet never touch the floor. Instead, I feel my back planted firmly against the wall, the My Little Pony poster behind my body tearing as I writhe in lust just before his lips come crashing down and claim mine.
My legs wrap around his big body as best as they can as I lean into his kiss, my hands gripping his face as I claim his mouth just as savagely as he claims mine, his tongue sweeping in and stealing my breath away.
His cock pressed into my stomach, probably crushed between us as our clothed bodies try to mold to each other.
His big frame keeps me pinned to the wall as his hips slowly pump against me like he’s dry humping me, something I’d expect of boys my age but not Dylan. And I won’t tolerate it either. He’s a man and that’s the experience I want, not that of a clumsy boy, not that he is in any way.
It’s just that he’s still battling himself I think, so I give him the permission he needs, the blessing to be my Daddy in all ways.
“I’m yours, Dylan, Daddy, take me. I’m drenched and ready for you. I need you inside me, taking my innocence and making me yours forever.”
“You’re ready for Daddy to pop that sweet cherry, little girl?”
“Yes,” I gap, causing his hips to thrust against me yet again.
“Tell me you’re not on the pill.”