by Lucy Lixx
“Was that good, Daddy?” I asked.
“As always,” he replied. “You’re a good girl.”
The limo stopped and we quickly fix our appearances, my hair an absolute mess that made me panic. I quickly pulled out the bobby pins and tousled my hair. At least now it just looked like I took it out purposely. The driver opened the door and we exited the vehicle, carefully walking up the steps to the door. Before I could reach for the handle, the door flew open wildly and my mother was standing in the parlor in her silk pajamas and her hair pinned up in a bun. Her arms were firmly folded across her chest and her eyes were wide with anger.
“And just where have you two been?!” she cried.
Oh, crap, I thought. We’ve been caught.
Chapter Seven
My mother looked enraged. She was tapping her fluffy slipper against the floor and waiting for either of us to respond to her question. The driver slipped away, likely thankful that he wouldn’t have to handle such an awkward situation.
“Well?!” she screamed in a shrill voice. “Explain yourselves!”
I looked between the two of them, unsure of what to say. As I opened my mouth to speak, Dallas cut me off and gave my mother the most incredulous story.
“I had to stop by the club to speak to Johnson about potentially opening a new bar and grill in town. She was supposed to stay in the car, but I found her gallivanting around the dance floor with a drink in her hand and some boy hanging all over her,” he explained.
My mouth dropped open in shock. Was he seriously throwing me under the bus right now? He was the one who had suggested the club because my mother would be out late, and he was the one feeding me drinks. Mother turned to me with an irate stare.
“You little ungrateful brat,” she growled. “How much did you have to drink? And who let you in?”
“Apparently, the bouncer wasn’t checking ID’s and she slipped past him. Johnson fired the guy on the spot,” said Dallas.
“Good. Young lady, you are in a world of trouble. Go to your room,” she spat.
“But mom—” I tried to speak, but she cut me off.
“No! I won’t hear it! Go upstairs, drink some water, and go to bed. You’re grounded!” she screamed, pointing to the staircase.
I looked over at Dallas who shook his head, gesturing inside as if to say I had to do what she says. It was the greatest betrayal. I knew exactly what he was doing, but it still felt incredibly deceitful to have him lie so boldly in front of me. This had all been his idea. Why did I have to take the downfall? Tossing my hair back, I huffed past my mother and marched up the stairs to my bedroom where I screamed into a pillow. I wanted a drink now more than ever.
Frustrated, I rolled over on my bed and slipped the gown off my body, tossing it to the ground as an act of defiance. My stomach growled. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the alcohol started wearing off, our little encounter in the back of the limo causing me to sober up. I stared at the ceiling. The wash of color decorating it comforted me briefly before the tears came. I had been wrongly punished. It wasn’t my fault that we were out at a club when it was Dallas who had taken me there. But what could I say to excuse the smell of alcohol on my breath? If I told her about how we recklessly fool around behind her back, she would surely send me away.
It was better to pretend that I was the one at fault, even though it wasn’t entirely true. I stood and walked over to the door, pressing my ear against in the wood to try listening to their conversation. I couldn’t hear anything. Defeated and still a bit tipsy, I wandered into the bathroom to shower the smell of Dallas off my skin. I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to wrap myself up in the scent of his cologne, to get lost in that fantasy world all over again. I sighed. This has become a mess. I turned up the hot water for as much as I could stand and stood in the stream of water. What was I going to do now?
*
A couple of days later, the heat finally settled down from that ridiculous night and I was wandering about the mansion in an effort to entertain myself. Dallas hadn’t looked at me much since the incident and my mother was largely silent. It seemed my grounded sentence was in full swing.
I came across an office at the other end of the mansion and decided to explore. The book shelf was lined with cook books and recipe guides. It looked like this office belongs to Dallas. I fingered the books on the shelf and admired the colorful covers, thumbing through a few of them. The desk was mostly bare with a few pens and a lamp on its surface, some mail stacked neatly along the corner. I sat in the chair. It was strange sitting where he usually sits without him around. I wondered where he might be and whether he was thinking of me.
Had he spared me a passing thought these past couple of days?
Earlier, I had remained still in my bed while remembering how easily he slid in and out of my secret entrance. It had inspired a fit of shivers that forced my hand beneath the sheets to please myself. I had become accustomed to playing with him every day, sometimes twice, so being without his touch was absolute torture. As I shuffled through his drawers, I heard the door shut in front of me.
“Madison, what are you doing?” asked that familiar masculine voice.
My head perked up upon hearing my name, a smile slowly creeping across my lips. I tried to stifle it to no avail. I hadn’t seen Dallas in what felt like weeks when it had only been some hours. He held a vanilla folder in his hand and walked over to the desk, tossing it down on the wood in front of me.
“What’s that?” I asked, picking up the envelope.
“It’s a warning,” said Dallas with his hands on his hips. “We were spotted.”
I opened the flap and pulled out a few black and white photos of Dallas and I having sex in the bathroom at the club. Immediately, I dropped them on the desk and gasped. They were high quality photos, likely taken by someone who had an expensive camera and plenty of time on their hands to exploit celebrities. The back of one of the photos had a handwritten note that said there were many more copies of these hidden and that Dallas should bring a sum of $5,000 to a specified location.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, shuffling through the photos.
“Clearly I have to pay the guy otherwise he’s going to release these images. We should have been more careful,” he responded. “Stupid ass paparazzi, wanting to make a buck off of me”, He spat. “It’s not like it’s the first fucking time, they’ve tried to do this, but I guarantee it’ll be the last, because I’m fucking tired of the little prick who’s always behind this shit! I’m gonna have Knuckles handle him the old way,” He seethed.
“These are very well done,” I commented while lifting one up, trying to somehow ease the tension. “They’re sort of hot.” I continued.
I felt a tingle in between my thighs, which I knew was completely inappropriate given the situation before us.
“You think us getting blackmailed is hot?” His words shot back at me in a mixture of irritation and mischief, as he stepped closer to the desk.
“No, the pictures,” I replied. “I think I like…seeing us have sex.”
“Does that turn you on?” he asked, leaning over my shoulder to look at the pictures. “Does it make you wet to see Daddy pound you?” He asked, his anger subsiding.
I shivered. This was the closest he had been since the other day. It was like being without heat for days on end while wandering through the snow and then stumbling across a raging fire. His breath on my ear caused to ripple across my skin and I think he noticed. In an instant, Daddy had me pinned against the wood of the desk with my face pressed into one of the pictures, his hand firm against my face.
“Are you turned on, little girl?” he asked while lifting my dress.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, smiling against the photograph under my cheek. “It makes me very hot.”
“You’ve been very bad, Maddy,” said Daddy. “And I shouldn’t be doing this.”
“What should you be doing?” I asked, seductively.
I
was feeling extra defiant, pressing my pert bottom into his erection. It was intensely satisfying having his body shoved against mine. I wanted nothing more than for him to penetrate me right here in his office. I wiggled against him, hoping it might entice him to push forward.
“Are you being smart?” asked my Daddy, pulling my hair hard to growl into my ear. “Don’t sass me little girl.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said. “But you were the one who betrayed me.”
Daddy had been pulling my underwear aside when I said this. He paused, his fingers sitting against my sweet flower.
“I had to protect us,” he whispered while rubbing my flower petals. “I had to protect you.”
“By getting me into trouble?” I snapped, trying to turn my head to see him.
He kept a firm grip on my shoulder.
“I had to do it, Maddy. You have to understand,” he said while inserting a finger into my wet flower. “Don’t you like being Daddy’s little secret?”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “I do.”
“Do you want me inside you?” he asked.
“Yes, please,” I said.
“Yes, what?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied.
Without hesitation, he whipped his pants off and shoved his hard member into my precious tulip. The motion caused me to gasp against the desk and I gripped the edges in order to brace myself for each thrust. I looked over the pictures under my chin. It was delightful imagining the first time he had penetrated my flower. I wanted nothing more than to be filled with every inch of his amazing attachment, to have his hands gripping my skin and pulling my hair.
A wave of emotions came over me in that moment. The mixture of confusion and elation at having him back and how we were going to be more careful about our tryst rattled my body. All I could think about was the way his girth occupied my secret space, the new places we might find to have sex, and all the wonderful memories I would keep.
Daddy filled me to the brim with pleasure and caused me to shiver with delight, his hips crowning my bottom as he took me from behind. The desk creaked. A pencil fell to the floor with a soft thud as I flailed around in response to his increased rhythm. I bayed softly against the wood, keeping myself steady with two hands while licking my lips.
This is my favorite thing to do.
Having my Daddy inside me makes me feel at home. There was no one in the world who could make me feel this way. While other women dream for years to find the one that will satisfy them, I was lucky to have stumbled upon mine in my own home. I never wanted to lose this entrancing engagement. How beautiful he made me feel by simply touching my skin, by kissing my earlobe, and by gripping my hair. I stared at the photographs under my chin again and smiled. Our bodies were so beautiful pressed against each other. I wished hard that this wouldn’t end.
As he continued to heatedly slam into me, the door to the office flew open and forced us to stop, my first inclination to drop down beneath the desk and hide as Daddy tried to explain to my mother why he was completely nude. I covered my mouth, trying desperately not to snicker. It was comical until I was grabbed by my hair and yanked from my hiding space, reminding me of the time I hid in the hay on my grandfather’s farm.
She exposed my naked body and slapped my face, shaking my shoulders.
“You little slut!” she screamed. “What are you doing in here with my husband?!”
“You don’t understand!” I cried, trying to block her hands from hitting my body.
She proceeded to slap me senseless, dragging me by my hair out into the hallway and tossing me into my room. I could hear her yelling on the other side of the door. Her voice mixed with Daddy’s, their screams echoing from down the hall as they spiraled into a heated argument. I could still feel Daddy inside me. My hands reached down to my naked thighs and pulled, wanting desperately to have him back without being caught. They were still yelling when I stood to dress myself, looking in the mirror as tears filled my eyes.
The storm of them screaming came up the hall and through the door of my room where it remained briefly until it faded away. The cresting and ebbing of her shrieking sobs would rise and fall like a crescendo, mingling with undercurrents of echoes of his failed attempts to convince and soothe her otherwise. The sounds lulled me into a fitful daze, as I stared frozen out the window. The LA weather replacing the shouting with the slow rumble of thunder. Another storm was coming. I could feel the cleansing rain waiting to fall from the sky, wanting it to cover my skin in its healing shower. This would be the end of being with Daddy. What else could I do now?
Epilogue
My mother sent me away. During their argument, it was decided that my presence would be too much of a hassle to deal with after such an intense affair. My Daddy admitted to having cared for me more than he had anticipated, that his intentions with me had initially been physical instead of emotional. It seemed our bond had led to a nasty separation between him and my mother, and she decided it would be best to send me to my aunt in New York.
As I sat outside of the terminal waiting for her car, I contemplated all the wonderful things I had come to experience and how I might repeat them. I wasn’t trying to steal anyone else, not by any means, but that engagement had provided such bliss that I never wanted to be without such a high feeling again. What was waiting for me in New York? Would I find such love in someone my own age or would I simply wither away without the Daddy I had come to love?
These questions racked my exhausted brain, the jet lag far too strong to fight. When my aunt pulled up, I fell straight to sleep. It wasn’t long before we arrived at her lavish apartment in the Big Apple where she showed me to my room and offered me something to eat. I wanted to ask if she was upset about the ordeal or if she even knew, but I didn’t want to cause a disruption. I ate quietly and thanked her, then returned to my room in order to reflect.
A few weeks after I had arrived, my aunt enrolled me into the nearby college, Fall State University. The girl’s dorm was bustling with life and I wandered into my assigned room, hoping to find some solace on my own before I had to start signing up for classes. I looked out the window and noticed a rather handsome man making his way through the courtyard. He looked intelligent and cultured, the kind of man who might offer comfort to a sorrow-filled woman like me. I admired the way his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and smiled when he greeted a few students sitting in the grass.
I hoped I might run into this man and know his world, even for just a little bit. Perhaps he could show me something new or maybe I could show him something. I was excited at the prospect, and started to unpack, the anticipation growing in my gut. I needed a new diversion. I needed to feel loved and wanted again.
Maybe I could make him my new Daddy.
*** SNEAK PEEK : BOOK 2 ***
Four months ago, I had been converted from a silly country girl into an upscale LA woman. I had given my virginity to my Daddy and enjoyed the most ravishing affair until we got caught…by my mother. Now I’m stuck living with my boring aunt who owns a lucrative law firm in upstate New York. She took me in without question, signed me up for college, and now I’m learning how to make friends again. My lavish collection of expensive LA clothes was still in my custody which gave me something of an advantage around town. I dove back into the party lifestyle, taking any drugs I could get my hands on and drinking my study hours away. Unbeknownst to me, I had attracted the attention of my college professor who turned me around from that wild LA lifestyle and made me more committed to my studies in order to succeed. He would become my new Daddy…and I would submit to his every request.
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Andrew: Prologue
I watched as Alina struggled against the bonds. I watched as her brea
thing was ragged, trying to struggle against the drugs that I had injected her with. To anyone who had watched, it would have looked like she had fainted a few minutes later, and I had come to collect her. It was really that easy. Not that anyone was going to see me. No one would be able to.
I was good at what I did. This wasn’t the first girl I had secured, but it was the first girl I had secured for myself. I couldn’t help but to smile as she started to fall back into slumber. The second release was hitting her. She was a beautiful girl. Her dark hair was unruly when she wasn’t relaxed, but it had a type of curl to it that showed she had spirit and fire. Just like I liked. She had dark hazel eyes that looked wise beyond her years, despite her being freshly eighteen.
Having studied her for months I knew that she having grown up in foster care, she had started track in school and jogging in the morning and evenings to escape the life she had at home. Her athleticism showed in her body. She was a perfect figure eight with decently wide hips, and large C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her figure. I grew hard just thinking about it. It would be a long ride where we were going, and eventually we’d be taking a flight out of the country. Just not yet.
My mind racing with the anticipation of having garnered this little princess for myself, but yet chastising myself to calm down and follow my usual process, was hard to remind myself of. I wanted to start our new life together right away. I wanted to make her scream in orgasm and come around my fingers and anything else I decided to use on her. Just not yet. It would have to wait. I’m sure she knew nothing of the world of torturous pleasure, or anything else that I would take extreme pleasure in teaching her, despite any usual attempts of these subjects to learn, obey and ultimately submit to the joy of being conquered, regardless. Soon she, Alina, would be a beautiful piece of art that would rival any geisha when I was done with her. I was sure of it.