by Ivy Jordan
“I know something isn’t right,” he said when he got me alone.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“Something isn’t right about this relationship. I’m not sure what it is, but you best not hurt my baby girl,” he warned.
He wasn’t a big man, even though tall. His arms were lanky, his demeanor otherwise mild, but it was obvious he would fight for his daughter’s happiness.
Part of the contract stated that even Stella’s family couldn’t know about the arrangement. So, I did what I had to do. I lied. “I can assure you, I’m very much in love with your daughter. She is the most amazing woman I’d ever met, and Isabella adores her,” I convinced him.
The funny thing was, the more I convinced him of what I thought wasn’t true, the more I needed to convince myself that it wasn’t.
By the time he left, he’d finally felt as though I was the best thing for his daughter. “As much as you love your daughter, and would do anything for her, I love mine just as much,” he said as he left. He winked, slapped me on the shoulder, and then pulled me in for a tight embrace.
“I think he really liked you,” Stella gushed as her father drove off.
I closed the door, gave her a crooked smile, and shrugged. “He liked me about as well as he could for someone fucking his little girl,” I laughed.
Her hands reached between my legs, rubbing the denim against my flesh. I tried to pull away, make an excuse I needed to work, but the friction worked quickly to create an erection.
“Ahhh, so you are excited,” she teased, pulling at the button on my jeans.
“Isabella,” I whispered, knowing she was home, somewhere.
“She’s painting,” Stella whispered in my ear, and then let her tongue flick at my lobe. She sucked the soft flesh of my ear into her mouth, tugging it between her lips. The sensation mocked what I knew she was about to do to my cock, causing me to be rendered helpless, and at her mercy.
She pushed me into my office, her hands tugging at my jeans until my cock was unleashed. Her lips were so sweet, so sensual, that as soon as they wrapped around me, I began to throb.
My backside rested against my desk as Stella lowered in front of me. Her mouth worked my hard flesh into her mouth, and then gently down her throat. I loved how she held my balls, caressing them gently with her fingers while her cheeks sucked against my flesh. I gripped her hair, rolling it between my fingers, and pulled her hard onto my erection.
“Fuck,” I moaned as she kept up with my hips thrusting toward her, and my hand pulling myself deeper and deeper down her throat with that wad of tangled hair.
Within minutes, my cock throbbed, my balls drew up toward my body, and the sweet release of my cum exploded into her throat.
That look she gave me, a half smile, and a seductive glance, it drove me wild. She loved pleasing me, it was obvious, and that was more than just a turn on. It was endearing.
Chapter Five
Stella
“Stephanie came by today,” I mentioned as nonchalantly as I possibly could.
The woman that showed up at Gavin’s doorstep was not only sophisticated, but also extremely attractive. This was who Gavin sent to help me prepare for our first night out. I knew he was trying to make me, well, less like me, but upon seeing Stephanie, I’d wondered if he was trying to make me more like her.
“Really?” he asked.
He appeared nervous, like her stopping by was disturbing in some way.
“Yes. She said she wanted to check on me, and make sure things were working out,” I told him, fishing for a new reaction.
“She had no reason to involve herself,” he snapped.
“Involve herself? Does she know?” I asked.
I wasn’t sure why, but the idea of Stephanie knowing I wasn’t really Gavin’s girlfriend bugged me.
“No,” he said quickly.
“She mentioned something I found strange,” I added.
Gavin leaned against the kitchen counter. He held the large bowl of popcorn I’d just popped, and I knew Isabella was waiting for us in the family room for movie night. I hated bothering him with my insecurities, but I couldn’t hold back for another two hours when Isabella gone to bed.
“What did she say?” he asked, almost as though he was ready for a fight.
“She asked if I was enjoying all the products you bring home,” I said slowly.
Gavin laughed, then scooped up a handful of popcorn and tossed it in his mouth.
“You make birth control products, right?” I asked.
He laughed again. “Well, that was a joke.”
I was confused. A joke?
“I’ll explain after the movie,” he said softly.
“C’mon!” Isabella called from the other room.
I rolled my eyes, tasting my defeat. Gavin wasn’t going to budge from his proposal. I’d have to wait until after the movie to find out what he called a joke, and why.
Isabelle chose Home as our family-night movie. Even though it was animated, it still made me cry. Gavin held me in his arms throughout the entire movie, kissing me on the cheek softly whenever he thought Isabella was paying attention.
I thought about Stephanie, how she acted like she knew about our arrangement, and how Gavin laughed when I mentioned his company making birth control products. I felt uneasy, like I wasn’t being told the truth. With such an iron-clad contract, and so many rules I had to adhere to, the thought of Gavin making me out to be a joke not only infuriated me, it hurt.
“Goodnight,” Isabella leaned in and kissed me on my cheek, and then did the same to her dad.
“You want me to tuck you in?” I asked.
“No, thank you,” she replied, already yawning as she walked out of the room.
“C’mon,” Gavin said, standing and extending his hand to me.
I took it, let him pull me to my feet, and then gave him little attention as he tried to lean in to kiss me.
“Wow. What’s wrong with you?” he asked.
“I’m just confused. I don’t like feeling like, or looking like, a fool,” I snapped.
“Who’s made you out to be a fool?” he asked, the charm in his voice dripping like honey from his lips.
“Stephanie, you, I don’t know,” I said, fighting back tears starting in my eyes.
“Relax. You’re not a fool,” Gavin said, squeezing me tightly in his arms.
The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural testosterone made me melt into him.
“Are you sure she doesn’t know?” I asked. “She acted very catty. It was almost as if she were jealous,” I pouted.
“Stephanie is a very vindictive and catty woman,” Gavin said with a chuckle.
“But she doesn’t know?” I pushed.
Gavin sighed and gently pulled me from his chest. His blue eyes looked troubled, and I knew I wasn’t going to like what he had to say next.
I listened as he told me about mentioning to Stephanie his plan to hire a girlfriend and nanny all in one. He admitted that she’d come on to him, and that’s what started the discussion. She had laughed at the idea, telling him it would never work. And yes, she had hinted recently to him that she felt this was an arrangement, just like the one he concocted that night in the bar.
It was a relief to hear him tell me the truth, but the truth made me uneasy. What if she did know? Who would she tell? Would it all be over between me and Gavin once it was no longer a secret?
“Thank you for being honest,” I said.
“I have nothing to hide,” he said.
I knew that wasn’t true; there was plenty to hide. I wasn’t allowed to ask about Isabella’s mother, or any previous women. I knew nothing about his past. It was all one giant secret.
“What about the business? What is a joke?” I asked.
Gavin gripped my hand, pulled me from my spot, and led me up the stairs. He didn’t answer my question. He only grinned when he looked at me, and then winked as he pushed open our bedroom doors.
“Gavin, I’m confused,” I admitted, wondering if he just didn’t plan to answer.
“Get undressed, and lay on the bed,” he ordered.
Something about the way he demanded things of me turned me on, but right then, I felt a little degraded by his insistence. “No. Tell me what the joke is about,” I demanded myself.
“I plan to. But I need you undressed and on the bed,” he grinned.
I slipped out of my shorts, and then lifted my tank top over my head. My pussy pulsated as I stood naked in front of Gavin, even though he’d seen my body so many times before. He’d explored every inch, opened me to view as intimately as he could, but each time I undressed, and his eyes fell on me, the arousal rolled through my body like violent thunder.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and wiggled myself onto the center. “Close your eyes,” he instructed.
It felt silly, although erotic, laying there with my eyes closed, nude on the bed. I had no idea what any of this had to do with his company, or the joke, or birth control for that matter.
I heard him moving things around in his closet, drawers opening, closing, and then his presence was apparent near the bed. “Keep ‘em closed,” he ordered.
His hands pressed onto my thighs, squeezing as he opened my legs. Something touched me between my legs, something cold. I opened my eyes, lifted up, and looked between my legs.
A large dildo was in Gavin’s hand, one that resembled his own cock, but painted bright pink. “What’s that?” I asked.
“Stella. I know you’re young, but surely you know what a dildo is,” he laughed.
I’d used one once, maybe twice that I’d admit to, but I was still confused.
“I know what it is, but why do you have it?” I asked.
“This is the joke. Birth control,” he laughed.
I reached between my legs, pulled the large dildo from his hands, and inspected it closely. “This is you,” I squealed.
He laughed.
“Seriously. Is this you?” I asked.
He grinned, nodded, and then stood to open his pants. His cock fell out, displaying the uncanny resemblance. “How?” I asked.
“I make sex toys. This was the first dildo in my line,” he explained.
“You molded your own dick?” I asked, both excitement and shock rolling through my brain.
“It’s all about pleasing the customer,” he chuckled.
I fell back onto the mattress, my head pressing against the soft pillow as I let out a laugh. “You wanna try it?” he asked.
“Why would I need that when I have the real thing?” I asked, trying to hide the fact I was really turned on.
My hand stroked against the toy. I was amazed at how real it felt, how it felt just like Gavin.
“I have others,” he said, lifting a box from the floor to the bed.
I peeked into the large box at a variety of dildos, vibrators, feathers, and a few items I didn’t recognize. “Pick anything you want,” he offered.
I didn’t release my grip on the pink one he’d brought out. “I think I’ll try this one,” I said with a smirk.
“That’s my girl,” he grinned.
I opened my legs, let Gavin’s mouth work my juices into high gear, and then let Gavin fuck me with his twin toy cock. It felt just like Gavin, without the intimacy of his body pressing against mine.
I was tense at first with him between my legs, masturbating me with a toy, even if it was one molded to resemble him.
He fucked me harder, and faster, and then slow and gentle. My pussy throbbed, swelling around it as his mouth lowered to my clit. Holy fuck! Gavin’s cock inside of me, and his mouth on my clit, now that’s something I thought I’d never experience.
I exploded, my pussy gripping tightly onto the toy, pulling it back inside of me as Gavin tried to slide it out.
“Yeah, you like that,” he whispered, finally releasing his toy from between my legs.
My body trembled as my orgasm continued to roll through, the after quake causing me to twitch from even the slightest touch. “You wanna try another one?” he asked.
“Yes,” I gasped.
Gavin pulled the toys from the box, each one a different size and shape. “Were these all molded from real men?” I asked.
“Yes, ma’am. You’ll be fucking the entire college football team tonight,” he teased.
Each one, Gavin slowly inserted between my legs, asking me how it felt. Some were better than others, but none compared to his. I lifted up, and let my knees fall to the side of my body so I could watch as he fucked me with each one.
I came three times, each time more wildly than the last. My pleasure seemed to please Gavin. His cock was rock hard, and even though I’d taken a couple strokes from at least a dozen of his toys, I was ready for the warm flesh of his cock.
“So, why didn’t you tell me what your company made?” I asked once Gavin calmed down from his orgasm.
“I didn’t want you to think I was some sort of pervert,” he admitted.
I laughed. The things he’d just done to me—well, maybe he wasn’t a pervert, but he was certainly a freak.
“And you’re not worried I’ll think that now?” I laughed.
“Hey, you’re the one who just fucked an entire football team, so I’d say my image is safe with you,” he teased.
I slapped at his chest playfully, causing him to roll toward me, clamping me into his arms. We both paused, staring into each other’s eyes. I wondered if he was fighting back the same words I struggled to keep to myself in that moment.
Chapter Six
Gavin
The sun blasted through the sky, warming the air until it was almost intolerable. Isabella decided it was to be a pool day, and since my work was caught up, I didn’t object.
“You can’t wear that,” I grabbed Stella by the waist.
The yellow bikini clung to her body, barely covering the parts I’d dreamed about licking at night. All I could focus on was that sweet curve from her pelvic bone, the arch above her ass, and that crevice between her thigh and pussy. Fuck!
“Why?” she asked, her face filled with disappointment.
“My dick will be hard, and this is a family swim,” I teased, letting my tongue trace the outline of her neck. “See? It’s already trying to jump out and get ya,” I laughed, stepping back for her to acknowledge the tent created in my shorts.
“What am I supposed to wear?” she asked, rolling her eyes at my obvious affliction.
“A scuba suit would be good. No, those are so tight and slick. What about a muumuu?” I teased.
“You’re gonna just have to get over it,” she laughed, grabbing her sunglasses, and heading out the bedroom door.
I stayed upstairs for a moment, mainly to relieve my poor cock from all the extra blood it had been burdened with. When I felt good enough to face Stella and Isabella, I made my way down the stairs.
I stopped in the path of the outdoor patio doors, just watching the two women in my life for a moment. Isabella was smacking at a beach ball while Stella worked on blowing it up. They laughed, smiled, and seemed to be having a great time. That wasn’t playing a part. There was no way Stella was pretending with Isabella. Was she not pretending with me?
The doorbell rang as I started toward the back door, pulling me away. I walked to the front, opened the door, and was face-to-face with my worst nightmare.
“Caroline?” I asked, staring at the woman who had given birth to Isabella.
“Long time no see, Gavin,” she slurred as she spoke.
Her eyes were blood shot, but wide and wired, and the beautiful blonde hair she’d given Isabella was ratty and wild.
“What are you doing here?” I snapped, not willing for my daughter to come face-to-face with this nightmare.
“What? A mother can’t come by to see her daughter?” she asked.
“You’re not her mother,” I snapped.
“No. I’m not. You hire women t
o pretend to be,” she laughed.
My heart raced, my fists clenched as they pushed to my side. I wanted to slam the door on her face, but I knew she’d cause a scene if I did.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I scoffed.
“Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m talking about,” she said.
Her hands were fidgeting, pulling at her hair, wiping her nose, and scratching at her arms. It was obvious she was high, probably desperate. Whoever told her about my arrangement had given her leverage, and she wasn’t going to leave until she got what she wanted.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“You know I’ve been struggling. Not having Isabella in my life has been hard. Real hard,” she whined.
“Caroline, we both know that Isabella means nothing to you. This is who you were when I met you, and this is who’ll you’ll stay. Isabella had nothing to do with that,” I scolded.
“I would hate to see how upset she’d be to know you lie to her every day,” she hissed.
My fists clenched even tighter. I felt my body twitching, trying hard not to attack the parasite in my doorway. “How much?” I asked.
“Fifty thousand,” she said, suddenly very coherent, and no longer upset or filled with self-pity.
“Fine. Then you leave, and you don’t come back,” I snapped.
“That isn’t going to last forever,” she said, smirking to show off her missing front tooth.
“Stay there,” I demanded, and then shut the door.
Isabella and Stella were still outside, blowing up another raft, this time as a team. I opened the drawer to my desk in my office and pulled out my checkbook and a pen.
Back at the door, Caroline leaned against the house, looking as if she’d just nodded off. “Here is fifty thousand now, and an address,” I instructed as I wrote out the check.
She gripped it tightly, but I wouldn’t release it. “Go to that address Monday morning at noon and another fifty thousand will be waiting. But you’ll be asked to sign papers stating you’ll never contact myself, or Isabella, or anyone in my personal, private, or business life again,” I warned. “I mean it, Caroline.” I let go of the check.