Dirty Daddy

by Brenda Ford

  “Come with me!”

  He commands, and I’m shaking my head thinking that I’ve never had a second orgasm before in my life. He’s sent waves through my body, and there’s no way that I can come again. Not like this, but then I realize that he’s right as our bodies start to rock together.

  Marvin starts to make animal noises, “That’s right. Don’t fight it.”

  He’s right; I’ve been building this wall. One that stops me completely letting go, but then as we connect I start to realize that I can come with him. I can do this, not because he told me too, but there’s a release that’s building inside of me as he penetrates himself deeper inside of me. It fills me up and has my pussy feeling the need to clench with his cock.

  “Fuck! I’m coming!”

  He shouts out as if he’s in shock that he’s giving in. I don’t know what to say but scream as I’m surprised that this is happening again. I didn’t think that it was possible but knowing that the waves of pleasure are taking hold of me again, makes me smile. A smile of satisfaction as Marvin’s speed picks up, and he starts to jerk behind me.

  He’s bent on top of me, and all I can do is scream as the aftermath takes place and I start to feel breathless after screaming at the top of my lungs. Marvin moves to completely free me. Not only with my arms, but my sight too. As I flop onto the bed, I can’t even open my eyes.

  Everything in the room feels hazy, and that’s when I see Marvin sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me. I feel as if I’m Alice in the Wonderland, trying to find my way home as I try and regain my senses.

  “Was that so bad?”

  This is when I see Marvin glistening in the light. He’s sweaty, just like me and as he removes the condom from his cock. I see the size of it as it’s limp. I wonder what the hell it looks like when it’s fully erect. I smile as I think that I know what it feels like when it’s fully erect. But what does it look like?

  I shake my head, “I’m trying to get my head around it all. What does all this mean?”

  I cautiously move towards him. He bound me, which means that he doesn’t want to be touched, he’s the perfect shape of a man. Age doesn’t seem to factor into it.

  He laughs, “I think that I’m getting old.”

  “If that’s what you’re like when you’re old. I hate to think what you’re like when you were younger.”

  He shakes his head, “Nothing like that. It was more of a Wham, Bam. Thank you, Ma’am.”

  There’s an awkward moment, where we’re both staring at each other. Unclear what to do next.

  “What does all this mean?”

  I know that we had sex, but there’s more to it. I’m sure of it. Especially after he went through so much trouble.

  He points to a door, “Do you want to go in there and freshen up?”

  His voice is more gentle, and I don’t know what to make of it. It’s as if the man that had tied me up was unique to the one that’s in front of me right now. The one sitting on the edge of the bed is the man that I know. The quietly confident Marvin. My dad’s best friend and the person that I’ve agreed to spend the whole weekend with in Vegas.

  I shake my head at the idea of going any further with him. This is just one weekend, yet I have a desire to have more.

  “I’ll go and freshen up,” I walk into the bathroom and I don’t see an attractive sight as I shut the door. My hair once tied up in a perfect bun is now looking like a bird’s nest as parts of it are stuck to my face. I take out my hair and leave it loosened and wash my face and the most important part of my body, in between my legs.

  I wash my aching pussy and think about what’s just happened between us.

  Is this just a weekend?

  Did Marvin have something else in mind for us?

  I can’t help but think about what Michelle said, ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’

  But I hope it does. Will this just go away after all that’s happened between us. I shake my head at the idea of it being more than that. This was just an arrangement, which will end first thing Monday morning.

  I want to talk to Marvin about it and as I open the door and see him lying in bed with an open space for me to join him. There’s so much on my mind, but I find myself slipping under the covers. I have no clothes apart from the one dress which is no longer on my body. Once I’m near him, he wraps his arms next to me and I immediately lie by his side. I should ask him about rooms or something, but I can’t as sleep starts to take over and the only feeling that I have apart from tiredness is safe, being wrapped in his protective arms.

  Chapter Eight

  Marvin

  I can’t fucking sleep!

  I did try for a few seconds, but now it seems impossible because I’m used to sleeping alone. My mind keeps reverting to what happened earlier. It’s as if she was born to be a submissive. I quickly grab my pants and a shirt as I start to make plans for the day.

  My sweet Emily. The one that I used to watch as a kid and no longer think of her that way. I can’t as I see her blonde hair swept across her shoulders. My eyes run over Emily’s body from head-to-toe, wondering why I think of her in that way. Something that I’ve been fighting for so long has become so natural. She looks so fucking hot, and during the night she was holding me so tight. It’s too much temptation, which is why I leave her alone instead of taking her again like I want to.

  I move to the other side of the room and pick up the phone to call the reception.

  “This is Mr. White of Suite 245; I’ll like to book a new room, please.”

  She’s down the hall, and I want us in adjoining rooms. I don’t want her so far away, it’s going to be Sunday morning soon and our time together will be over.

  “Of course, sir. What would you like?”

  I take a moment to think. “Is there a suite available with two bedrooms? Preferably closer to my floor.” I give the number of my room and the floor I’m on. “Can you get back to me as soon as possible?” I check my watch and grimace at the time. I’m lucky the hotel has twenty-four-hour service. “Do I have to wait until morning?”

  “No, sir. I can have someone bring a new key to you upstairs, in say, like half an hour?”

  “That would be great, thank you,” I say and hang up.

  I go back to the bed so that I can watch Emily breathing; I can tell that she’s asleep. I shake my head as I think about the way that I’m behaving. So fucking paranoid and moping around like a lovesick teenager. All the time I want to protect her and make sure that she’s okay. She didn’t mind; she only protested at first, and then she seemed to be begging for more.

  I look for a robe in the bathroom because she only has one dress in this room which is not her body right now. I slip the robe around her as I wait for the room service guys to deliver the key.

  When the new key arrives, I pack my things, picking up Emily’s dress as well, and transfer them to the new room. Thankfully it’s only a few doors down from my suite. Once inside the new suite, I check out both bedrooms and leave my bag in one. Then I go to Emily’s room.

  Hope she doesn’t get mad at me, I think to myself as I transfer her things, too. But I’ll probably only be checking out of the original suite myself and she can still keep staying there in case she wants it later on.

  With everything else transferred, I now have to move Emily to our new room. But I’m worried she’ll wake up the whole time, from picking her up and taking her out the room and the suite, then walking down the hall and letting her into her new room. But to my surprise she is still sleeping. So, I leave her and go to my room to grab a few hours of sleep myself.

  Later on, I’m awake before she is, and I take a shower, then order something for the both of us for breakfast. I wait for her in front room of the suite.

  I hear when she wakes up. It's impossible not to because she’s so noisy. She comes out of the bedroom, with her robe wrapped around her tightly scowling. It darkens when she lays eyes on me.

  “Where am I?” she as
ks with her hands on her hips.

  I don’t mind seeing it, the fire she hadn't let out last night. The contrast is interesting actually, and seeing all the sides of her is part of what this trip is about, after all.

  “You're in a different room, Emily,” I answer calmly, getting to my feet. “More importantly, your breakfast’s waiting, I bet you're hungry.”

  I gesture toward the couch and pull the cart from the door. I transfer the trays of food to the table, while she stands back and watches.

  “But I already moved to a different room, so why take me to another room? And how did you even…how many times do I need to move on one weekend?”

  She’s blushing, and I have to fight a smile. She has to have known the only way she could be moved was to be carried, and that must be what upsets her the most. The fact that I took her and she didn’t even know.

  “I thought it would be more comfortable for you here,” I answer honestly. “Don't worry; you slept in the bed alone.”

  She squirms in place. “S-sorry about that. I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”

  “It’s fine.”

  I knew that if I’d stayed in the same bed with her, I would want her again and again. She couldn’t handle it, more to the point neither could I as the hunger inside me was turning into a thirst on a hot summer’s day. The more I drink, the thirstier I become.

  I leave out that part as I explain to her, “So I got a new room, and I’ll be checking out of my former room later on.”

  “And… my room?”

  “Don’t worry. I moved your things here because I thought you’d like to have them nearby, but you can go back to your room at any time you feel like. Or, I can book you a new one. I’m not forcing you to share with me.” I move to sit down and pat the seat beside me. “Now, why don’t you come and eat with me?”

  She doesn’t move immediately and I wait patiently as she arranges her thoughts.

  “Are you toying with me?” she mutters as if she’s trying to make sense of it all.

  I raise an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

  “You're just toying with me, aren’t you? This is all part of your game. You tied me, blindfolded me, and now you seem set on confusing me too. One minute we’re in one hotel and the next we’re in another. Not only that but we’ve moved more rooms in such a short space of time, this must mean that you’re punishing me for..”

  Before she can even finish her sentence. I’m kissing her and comforting her once again. It’s as if her panic state sets me up in a wave.

  She takes a few deep breaths as I hold her and then set her back down. She nearly fell in my arms.

  “I just think that these rooms are better. I prefer this hotel to the other. Nothing more and there’s no hidden agenda. Now, are you going to eat? Or am I going to have to tie you to the chair and force feed you?”

  She laughs at that statement and says, “Force feed me. No, but maybe feed me. I’ve never had that experience before.”

  “You haven’t done anal either?”

  She smiles, “You promised that we'd do that later.”

  “One thing about me Emily, I’m a man of my word, and I never break my promise.”

  “Good,” she blurts out. “Because I’m starving.”

  She winks at me, and for a second I wonder if she’s talking about the actual food or sex? She doesn’t let on about what’s going on. As she starts acting innocently all the time tightening her white robe and exposing her legs, she’s letting me know that she wasn’t talking about the food. I can’t help but slide my hand up her leg and she moves closer towards me. I let go, thinking that she needs to eat for now because she’ll be needing her energy much later on.

  Chapter Nine

  Emily

  “Wow, I haven’t had a full breakfast for ages,” I say as I stand up and then start to let my robe slide to the floor. I want more of what we did earlier. Now, that I’ve already had a taste of him. That was so good. I can’t think of any better way than to enjoy him once again. We only have one day left, and I want to make sure that it’s all about sex, sex, and more sex.

  Like a drug addict needing a fix, I walk up to him and sit down on him. I start grinding my pussy against his rising dick.

  “This is what you like right?”

  He slowly pushes me away from him, and a wave of panic enters my mind.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  He shakes his head, “No, all good things come to those who wait.”

  I smirk, “Will you ever stop playing games?”

  He sighs as he stands us both up.

  “Emily, I need you to get showered and changed, I thought that you understood about last night. But it seems as if I was wrong.”

  I roll my eyes, “You sound like my dad.”

  His face changes from a loving one, back to that cold man. The one that seems to reel his head from time-to-time.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to mention him. That was a crap thing to do. But I’m standing here naked,” I open up my arms. I want him to look at me. Marvin does the opposite and walks away.

  “Everything that happens now is on my terms. We only have sex when I say we do. You only come when I want you to. Nothing is for you to decide or think about. Unless I tell you to do it. Do you understand?” He says it strongly.

  I find myself breathless and flustered as he’s so close to me. His cock is rising, and I know that he wants to take me, but something’s holding him back, and I have no idea what.

  He closes his eyes, “You need to get showered and dressed,” he repeats and then he stands by the window.

  What the heck?

  I move to my room and slam the door behind me. I can’t believe that he’s treating me this way. And I want to leave. I feel so frustrated thinking about myself being out there and being rejected like that. It’s so damn humiliating and yet for some reason when he said those things he had me turned on. Hearing his command made me even more wet between the legs.

  I’m standing by the door. Thinking that he’ll come to apologize, but he doesn’t. I don’t know how long I’m standing there, before the phone rings.

  I run to it thinking that it’s him in the other room.

  I put on a seductive voice, “Emily Collins speaking.”

  “Hi, this is Kurt. Remember I drove you from the airport and then to the hotel last night.”

  My memory can be faded at times, but I only saw him last night. Of course, I remember him. Then again, maybe there are people that he drives that don’t remember him and that’s why he’s saying that.

  I slump on the bed, “Sure, Kurt. What’s up?”

  I’m naked and normally when I’m like this all I can think to do is cover up. I’m not the kind of girl that walks around her apartment naked. I know that Michelle and even Becky and some of my other friends do it from time-to-time. They claim that they walk around in clothes all day, being at home in your space is the best time to be free. The only reason I’m doing it is because I’m hoping that Marvin will come to his senses and just take me.

  Why all the games?

  “I’m bringing the limo down in about twenty minutes. Mr. White said that I should come to pick you up.”

  “But he’s in the next room!”

  I realize that maybe he’s not, because why else would Kurt be calling me.

  “Not anymore. I’ll be there in twenty minutes to pick you up.”

  “Okay.”

  “Bye,” Kurt says as he hangs up the phone.

  I can’t believe that he left so soon. I don’t even bother to check because I know that there’s no way that he'll still be in his room otherwise why would Kurt call?

  I jump up and hop into the shower. He said that I should get showered and dressed, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. After a quick shower, I put on my red dress. Something that I feel like wearing today, it’s a crossover dress, and my breasts are on display to tease him and enough for him to give me what I want. I pick up my key, one last check, but
my hair’s damp and I don’t have time to dry it. I’m too excited. I decide to tie it up in a loose ponytail which should help it dry to some extent in no time. With my matching red heels, I know that he won’t be able to resist me.

  No matter how hard he tries, I hit the elevator button and smile to myself. Marvin wants to be in control, but somehow I feel as if he loses it whenever I’m around, and that’s the part that frustrates him the most.

  I keep my eye focused on the exit. I know that Kurt’s waiting for me. I spent a little longer than twenty minutes. If I’d dried my hair then I would have spent even more time getting ready and one thing I know Marvin hates to be kept waiting. It seems to be something that I’m doing this weekend, and I smile as I approach Kurt who’s standing by the limo ready to open the door.

  “Hi, Kurt. I hope that I didn’t keep you waiting?”

  He shakes his head, “Not an issue. Ms. Crawford you look lovely today.”

  I’m taken aback by what appears to be an empty limo. I walk in, and I’m disappointed that he’s not inside.

  “Kurt, he’s not here.”

  He shakes his head, “No, but he left something for you.” Then he shuts the door, and I look around the limo, unclear what he means. I feel as if I don’t care right now because I thought that he'd take me here in the limo. That he wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. That’s when I see a golden box with an envelope on top of it. There’s no hesitation as I rip open the envelope and Kurt starts the engine.

  I start to read the note, and I shake my head wondering when he had time to do all this, I was only with him a few minutes ago.

  Emily,

  Change into what’s in the box. Nothing else. Then afterward put the blindfold on. You wanted sex earlier. I’ll give it to you. If you do exactly as I say right now.

  Marvin

  I open the box and inside is a beautiful golden silk dress. I run my hands through it as it delicately tickles my skin and inside is a matching blindfold. Marvin likes to play his games, but then I hesitate as I think about Kurt driving. I wonder if he can see me in the back. Then again, if he can do, so what?