His Secret: (Man Of The House Taboo Erotica) (CANDY GIRL SERIES)

by Lucy Lixx

  “Alright, mom,” I said while hugging her. “Thank you.”

  My mother pulled back for a second, looking into my eyes while rubbing my face. She had a relieved smile on her lips, her eyes sparkling for a moment with something like hope.

  “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say that in years,” she said, her lower lip quivering.

  The comment made my eyes teary again and I stifled the feeling in order to keep my mascara from running. We hugged once more and then she kissed my cheek. I turned away as she went to kiss Dallas again, my feelings of jealousy returning in a matter of seconds. Once she was gone, I sat next to Dallas.

  “What are we doing now?” I asked.

  “There’s a club nearby that I think you might enjoy,” he replied. “Have you ever been to a club?”

  “No, I haven’t. I’ve been to a party once, but I never drank,” I said. “I don’t think my mom would like that.”

  “She doesn’t have to know and we’ll start you off slow. Try my champagne,” he said, holding his glass up.

  I took a sip and cringed, setting the glass carefully on the table. Dallas chuckled.

  “It takes some getting used to,” he commented. “You can try more at the club if you want.”

  I wasn’t sure about drinking behind my mother’s back. In North Carolina, I never went against my papa and mammy, even if the events sounded tempting. Yet and still, part of me was curious about the LA lifestyle, so I reluctantly agreed to go.

  We paid our tab and left the restaurant, our hands interlocking in the car. The bouncers didn’t even ID me. They opened their arms as soon as they saw Dallas and waved him to the front of the line. He introduced me to them as Maddy. With a nod of their heads, one introduces himself as Big Bruce and the other was Knuckles. Choking back a giggle, it seemed such a strange name for a guy.

  Inside was an explosion of lights and loud music. It was like a scene from the movies, just as I had always pictured a wild club to be. As Dallas pulled me through the mess of bodies, I admired the way they danced and twisted underneath the stream of lights. Many of them were clad in shiny clothing and some of them were clad in nearly nothing. Beyond the sea of bodies was the bar where Dallas ordered a couple of drinks. He handed me a glass filled with green liquid.

  “What is it?” I shouted into his ear.

  “Midori sour,” he replied. “It’s sweet. I think you’ll like it.”

  I sipped it through the little red straw and nodded, the succulent taste flooding my tongue. It was like sucking on a green apple covered in sugar. The flavor was incredibly delightful and I had finished it by the time we picked out a table. My stomach churned in response to the liquid, my body unaccustomed to the alcohol. I ignored the feeling.

  Dallas ordered another round. As I admired the bodies on the dance floor, I moved my shoulders to the beat, feeling supremely new and attractive in my skin. I felt like I had been reborn in his image. My tan skin glittered under the green and blue rays, attracting some attention from wandering eyes.

  Dallas wrapped an arm around me.

  “Open your mouth,” he instructed.

  Without hesitation, I parted my lips and his fingers slowly traced my opening with a small colorful pill. He placed it on my tongue.

  “Swallow,” he commanded.

  I sipped my second Midori to make the transition down my throat easier, wondering what he had just placed in my mouth. As if reading my thoughts, he informed me that it was ecstasy and I was about to jump on a wave of amorous emotions that would make me want to dance. Some minutes passed with me anticipating a huge shift, but nothing seemed to come. I turned to ask if it was working, but became heavily distracted by the wave of colors swimming over the top of the crowd. A warmth washed over me suddenly and I stood to follow the trail of lights out on to the dance floor.

  Every shape and color caught my attention, causing me a mixture of emotions that made me giggle as the beat picked up and the bass rattled my chest. I raised my arms above my head and moved with the rhythm of bodies around me. They were so beautiful. Each change in beat inspired my body to move differently and I became engulfed in the pulse of club music. Hands appeared at my sides, sliding over my silk top and down to hips that swayed side to side. They pulled me away from the dance floor and into a dimly lit bathroom.

  Another drink appeared before my eyes and I sipped it down, not realizing how thirsty I had become from dancing. Dallas came into view. His eyes were glowing in the dull lighting of the bathroom, washing over every inch of me. As his lips greeted mine, I reached down his pants to stroke the hard tool that begged for my touch. His body pressed against mine caused instant arousal. A hand shimmied underneath my leggings and fondled my silky folds, stroking my clit before slipping inside. A low guttural moan escaped my lips, as I felt waves of pleasure course up my flesh, my pelvis spasming with each circular stroke of his fingers within my wet flower.

  I wasn’t sure what was pushing us forward as earlier in the day had been an awkward mess. It still felt wrong, but I couldn’t seem to stop. My body was soaring from the alcohol and the ecstasy, and all I wanted to do was act on my every impulse. Every fiber of my being wanted to pleasure him. I yanked his hand away from my sweet flower and sat him down, pulling my leggings down slowly. I watched him undo his pants and pull them open, revealing a delectable sheath standing tall amidst the fabric. He wrapped his hand around his girth, choking his length in firm long measured strokes, eyes transfixed on mine, licking his bottom lip as if he could already taste my very essence.

  “Are you going to sit on Daddy’s lap?” he asked with a sly grin.

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered.

  “Get over here, little girl,” he instructed. “Give me a kiss.”

  I straddled his lap as I stood above him, slowly bending my knees to lower down onto him, where he sat on the cold tile floor.

  “Uh-uh” he tisked, stopping me from lowering any further. I looked down at him, staring inquisitively into his face, inspecting his face for meaning as he looked up at me, a glassy glint in his eyes. He circled his lips almost melodically, with a look of mischief splayed across the ever deepening pink of his lips.

  “I have another set of lips I wanna kiss first”, he whispered as he leaned back against the tiled wall where he sat, pulling my hips toward his face, my knees resting on either shoulder. My hands wrapped themselves around the nape of his neck, as I felt his warm breath wash over my fleshy folds. The tip of his tongue danced around the length of my slit, teasing ever so slightly deeper and deeper with each pass of his warm hot tongue across my flower. As my sweet nectar started to flow from the gentle coaxing of his lips, my hips involuntarily arching into his chin, as if beckoning him deeper into my cavern. Over and over again, he traced my tulip, causing my head to roll backwards in bliss. He mercifully drove his tongue into the darkest crevices of my flower, lapping and suckling my flesh, as my body rolled deeper and deeper against the melody of his tongue, my knees shaking from the height of a sensation I’d never known. I listened to his muffled moans, as his firm hands spread across my bottom, pressing my pelvis tighter and closer into his mouth. I was entranced by the sound of his lapping and suckling of the sweet nectar he was drew out of my ripened peach. His lips circled my thickened clit, sucking firmer and faster, his head bobbing back and forth, as his lips pulled and tugged at my clit. Waves of heat seethed through me, as my knees began to shake and my bottom tightened under his grasp, as if attempting to slow the ebb of the wave of orgasm that threatened to crash over the both of us. And just as I was about to succumbed to him he stopped. Abruptly, drawing my hips away from his glossy, silky chin and lips.

  He tisked at me again, “No baby, not yet.”

  My breath strained heavy at the tingling which slowly waned in the absence of his lips. Drawing my down into his lap this time, I looked down at his manhood, watching as he pressed his hard wand into my skin, trailing the head over my rose petals until they parted with ease. While he pu
shed inside, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to brace myself for the feeling.

  This would be my first time.

  Daddy slid inside of me slow at first, savoring the way my tight opening hugged his cock. I gasped when he pushed all the way in. No one had ever done this. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but the way I was rolling on ecstasy made me think I could do anything. I felt drunk with desire. I needed to be filled. Gripping my hips, Daddy helped me slide up and down on his magical tool, the girth of him filling me to the brim and causing me to soar. I groaned against his lips as they mingled with mine. Hands cupped every inch of flesh available, his mouth disappearing underneath my silk blouse, layering kisses on my nipples.

  Within moments, I was arching my back and groaning against the delightful tool that delivered pleasure, my hips rolling over and over as I gripped his shoulders. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, asking who I belong to.

  “You,” I replied, squeaking against the pressure. “I belong to you.”

  “Good girl,” he growled while gripping my hips. “You better cum for me.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered to his lips.

  He hooked his arms under mine and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me hard against him. Another roll of my hips caused a shudder and a slew of moans, each one coaxing my abandon. The driving force of his kiss engulfed me and caused me to twitch rhythmically. I could feel it growing in my gut, the charge of emotion devastating the control I had over my body. Heat gathered in my pelvis with every grind. Daddy encouraged me to let go, to allow him passage into my secret realm of fantasy and pleasure. I released it and felt it flying apart in every direction.

  While I shook violently over his muscular form, he whispered encouraging words and slid harder inside my delicate flower. He pounded in a frenzy, the sound of our skin echoing in the small bathroom and causing Daddy to slam harder. I watched his face contort into one of absolute pleasure. It made me smile to know I inspired such satisfaction, that my tight little flower would be of good service to him. Daddy took my face between his hands.

  “You are such a good girl,” he said while pecking my lips intermittently. “You make Daddy happy.”

  “I’m so glad,” I whispered.

  “Let’s keep dancing, baby doll. I’m still rolling,” he suggested.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied, standing to clean myself and pull on my leggings.

  After we fixed our clothes, Daddy and I stumbled out of the stall and peered into the large mirror on the wall. I readjusted my top and tousled my hair a bit. The rugged look worked for me. I looked like a glamor model who was a hot mess with just the right amount of beauty under the messy locks. I smiled, puckering my lips.

  “You’re gorgeous,” Daddy said while smoothing some hair behind my ears.

  “Thank you,” I whispered shyly, turning away from the mirror.

  “No, really. You are absolutely gorgeous. Never let anyone tell you otherwise,” he insisted while taking my hand.

  Guilt remained from the encounter, unsure of whether or not this would be a perpetual activity between us. I was stricken between pleasing my mother and pleasing my new Daddy who seemed to have taken a liking to me. Why would he want an inexperienced little girl like me? I thought to myself as we returned to the dance floor. Before I could ask, my vision went hazy and the rest of the evening became a blur. I don’t remember climbing into my own bed or whether he had tucked me in. I couldn’t recall if I had spoken to anyone else or if we had kept to ourselves. All I knew was that I was in love with my new Daddy.

  I couldn’t resolve these new feelings and the guilt didn’t help. Still, I didn’t want anyone else. I knew that much. Before I passed out from sheer exhaustion, sprawled out on my bed staring sleepily into the ceiling, recalling the events of the last twenty-four hours; I decided I’d roll with the punches. After all, isn’t that what the LA lifestyle is about? If I wanted to fit in, I better get used to this tide or else I might fall to the wayside.

  And I didn’t want to be anything other than cool, no matter how juvenile that sounded.

  Chapter Five

  Weeks went by with Dallas and I completely enamored with one another. We did it wherever we ended up alone – in the living area next to the fire place, in the office, in my bathroom, and even in the kitchen once. It felt naughty, yet exhilarating to be heatedly wrapped up in an illicit affair. What we were doing might as well have been a storyline right out of one of my mom’s own Hollywood chick-flicks. But, despite the blatant treachery of it all, Dallas was incredibly careful about us seeing each other. He’d frequently send the help across the house or out on errands in order to keep them from hearing the sound of us ravishing each other. This particular morning, I was feeling frisky, but I knew my mother was home, so I stifled the desire.

  My mother met us in the kitchen as Daddy was making breakfast. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and informed us that we were invited to her movie premier that evening.

  “Which one is this?” asked Daddy while scrambling some eggs.

  “It’s the futuristic Western. I think you’ll both love it. It’s filled with glamor, guns, and adventure,” she explained. “I’m hoping for a good review.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be great,” I said, still high from the night before.

  My mother touched my hand.

  “Of course it will because my family will be with me,” she said with a smile. “I have to go in early for a few things. Be sure you’re ready by eight.”

  “Alright, babe,” said Daddy.

  The two pecked each other and I rolled my eyes, turning away from the gross display of affection. The green monster of envy was returning. When my mother had disappeared out the front door, Daddy came around the counter and took my hands in his. My eyes were wide while he looked into mine, the colors from last night coming in faded waves. I had nearly forgotten about our interaction in the bathroom. Or was that just a dream?

  “It’s going to be difficult, but I want you to relax. We can’t let her know what we do,” he explained.

  “I don’t understand. Why me?” I asked, remembering how much confusion this had caused.

  “Because I can’t afford to fool around with anyone in LA,” he replied. “Our friends are intermingled and they like to talk. I want to stay married to your mother without any issues.”

  I shook my head.

  “I still don’t understand, Dallas. This is so strange to me. I’ve never experienced anything like it. It feels wrong,” I said.

  He squeezed my hands.

  “I know,” he said while leaning in close to my lips. “But it feels so good too,” He smirked.

  While his lips mingled with mine, the desire to have him inside me again grew stronger. I yanked away from him and covered my mouth. What if my mother had walked back in during our little kiss? I looked over at the kitchen door, anticipating her figure to come through at any moment. Nothing happened.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I’m just afraid we’ll get caught,” I replied.

  Dallas shook his head.

  “She’ll never know. Now eat up so we can go get you a gown,” he said.

  It was difficult to swallow my food, but I managed to eat the rest of my eggs without too much of a fuss. I smothered the strange mixture of feelings and reminded myself to go with the flow. Come on, Maddy, I thought to myself. It’s not like you’re getting married. Chill.

  My anxiety faded as we headed into town where Dallas took me to an upscale dress boutique that specialized in unique dresses. I was overwhelmed by the amount of dresses available. Each one was made of high quality fabric that felt delicate between my fingers, handling every piece like it was a porcelain doll. One of the store clerks approached and asked if I wanted to try one of them on.

  “You have a lovely figure for this one,” she said as she took it down from the rack. “What’s your size?”

  “Oh, uh…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say.

  “She’s a five,
” said Dallas.

  I sighed with relief. The clerk walked us over to the dressing rooms and asked if there were any other dresses I wanted to try.

  When I hesitated, Dallas said, “I found a few that would be lovely.”

  The clerk nodded with a smile and let me into one of the rooms in the middle of the long hall. After she closed the door, I stared at the mirror covering the wall and admired the way my hair hung down over my shoulders. The dress I had chosen was a bright yellow, reminding me of the sunflowers that grew near the farm. I never plucked them from the root because they were simply too beautiful to kill. The lush fabric was silky and made me think of their luscious petals; how soft they felt in my fingers as I rubbed them.

  I stripped my clothes and piled them on the chair before pulling the dress over my head, marveling at my reflection. It was a strapless gown covered in glittering gold flakes that shined like stars. I turned to admire the back, realizing I would need some help with the corset-style lacing. A knock came from the door. That must be Dallas. I cracked it open to peek outside, noticing the large selection of dresses he had hanging over his arm.

  “Let’s see it,” he said.

  “I need help with the back,” I informed him as I carefully opened the door.

  I turned to let him tie the strings, watching his face in the mirror as he concentrated to make it perfect. He turned me back around so I could see the way it was tied.

  “It’s cute, but the yellow makes your hair blend in. I think you should go with a darker color,” he said, digging through the choices he had collected.

  He pulled out a dark purple gown lined with gold that sparkled even more than the one I was wearing. I gasped, rubbing the fabric.

  “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “I want this one.”

  “Let’s see it on you first,” he said, while stepping into the room and shutting the door.

  “Dallas, I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here,” I whispered.

  “It’s okay,” he insisted. “I’m just helping you change.”