A Daddy for Mother's Day

by Natalie Knight

  I hope this is the beginning of our new adventure together. I hope this means she forgives me. But I just don’t know yet.

  We drive through the city, and though she tries to resist at first, I eventually make my way up her skirt. She gives me full access to her sweet pussy, and it's all I could've asked for.

  I'm about to cement my right to her and to make it real. She'll be screaming my name by the end of the night and we'll never be separated again.

  This is just the beginning of our beautiful story.

  Allie

  Xavier once again has me in the back of his limo and I can't believe I'm here. After all, he did try to prevent me from making it big in this industry.

  His tactics were underhanded and he nearly destroyed my life. But at the same time, through it all, he was always there, building me back up.

  It's weird really to know that Xavier is Stanley. He embodies these two personas that are one in the same. I loved him when he nearly nothing, a destitute nerd with a brilliant mind, and I love him today, the man behind the corporation.

  It's sad to know that a friend's betrayal almost led to our permanent separation. I hate to think of what Xavier thought of me all those years. To him, I was a conniving girl with no interest in what truly matters. To him, I was selfish and out for myself.

  And to me, he was the guy that took my virginity and then abandoned me, for what? I hated him for leaving, and I guess I too have been harboring a secret resentment towards him.

  Now, thank goodness, we are finally reunited. The winds of Fate have changed and managed to push us together once again. Maybe it's meant to be? Maybe he's the guy I've been yearning for all these years only I couldn't name the feeling?

  For now, it's good enough to be appreciating this moment with him. I'm dazzled by the limo and his luxurious lifestyle, but I'm more interested in him. Suddenly I have a thousand questions as to how he got here and what his life has been all these years without me.

  "Xavier, I want to get to know you all over again. You feel like a stranger now," I say as I gaze out the window.

  Rain is falling and it's cold outside. I feel warm and protected next to him, like finally not a thing could go wrong and I am where I've always been meant to be.

  He holds me tight and I welcome the touch.

  "I know, baby, but we have a lifetime for that. Right now, I just want to get you home and into a bath."

  Did he just say lifetime and home? Those are forever kind of words, and I'm not used to hearing them. Our future feels so cemented and that actually feels nice. I guess I'm a little scared to be under his power and control for the foreseeable future, but what if it's okay to take that risk?

  I like being his. I like the way he owns me. There's a pleasure-pain principle working here that I never tire of. Xavier keeps me on my toes and there's no monotony between us. Dare I hope that this could be something pretty incredible?

  He works his hand along my upper thigh, trying to feel me up right here in the car.

  I push his hand away and scold, "Not yet. Please, honey, I just want to wait."

  "Fine." He pulls his hand back with disappointment, but I can tell he's not really too unhappy with me.

  I'll make it worth his while once we get upstairs and can light a fire. I've had a long couple of days and I'm definitely ready to unwind with him.

  We arrive at the building and by now the doormen know me.

  "Hi, Allie, nice to see you."

  I smile at him and make a note of his kindness for future reference.

  We walk inside and to the elevator. Once there, it's all I can do to tame Xavier. He wants it now. And he's a force to be reckoned with.

  I let him kiss me and nuzzle my neck, reveling in the sensations I thought were lost forever.

  "Xavier, I'm dying for a glass of wine. First, please?"

  "As you wish."

  The doors open, and we walk inside. The city glitters beneath us. It's really incredible up here, a cozy abode away from the bustling streets.

  He goes to the wine fridge that's encapsulated by lights, and it covers nearly an entire wall.

  "What kind?"

  "Pinot, please. Thank you."

  I curl up on the rug after clicking on the fire. I need this moment to relax and to re-center myself. Being with Xavier tonight will be the first time that we've been together since my discovering the truth about him.

  I'm oddly nervous. We've had so many first times together and this seems like another one, an important one.

  I let myself gaze into the fire for several moments, soaking in the anticipation and then he comes over with my wine.

  I can tell he's ready. There's no holding back now. He wants to solidify this. He has since the moment he first saw me tonight.

  There's nothing more to hide. I'm all his. An open book. The realness of that scares me. It's so raw and vulnerable, a place I seldom go. But if this is meant to be then he'll take me as I am and understand the years of war wounds I've suffered in trying to make a name for myself, in being without him.

  I drink the deep purple liquid and it instantly soothes my over-excited nerves. I want this to happen. I want something special with Xavier, even if the notion of it scares me and means upending my life.

  He meets me down on the rug and gently tips me backward. The firelight is all there is in his dark place. The orange glow combined with city lights are the only thing that allows me to see his face, handsome and rugged.

  His eyes are peering into me and soon he makes his move. He pulls my clothes off, piece by piece and then does the same to himself. I try to cover myself with modesty but he pulls my hands away and pins them above my head.

  He's got me trapped under the weight of his frame. Slowly he goes about tormenting and torturing my nipples with his tongue. He kisses my neck and down my flat stomach that flutters under his touch.

  Then in one swift, rough movement, he flips me over so that I'm crouching on my knees. He takes two fingers and slides them into my pussy, making circular motions that push me into overdrive.

  Then he asks, "Do you want it rough tonight, baby?"

  "Yes," I murmur.

  I know it's the answer he wants. I know he'd do it anyway no matter what my reaction. He’s always better at judging what it is I want than I am. He's a connoisseur of pleasure and so I trust him to lead me anywhere.

  He's bent over me and he puts his wet fingers into my mouth.

  "Taste it," he practically snarls. "Taste yourself on me."

  I turn my head so that he can see me do it. I suck his fingers like they taste so good and I meet his gaze with a defiant reaction.

  This spurs him on and soon he's pulling me apart with rough hands, and then he just stares at my glistening, wet pussy.

  Everything's framed with a little mystery by the light of the fire.

  "I've been wanting to do this all day. Baby, you're mine. Understand?"

  I nod, but do I fully understand the implications of what he's just said? To be his forever is to be in a kind of prison, drawn entirely to him. That's the way he likes it, and if I'm being honest, I want it that way too.

  Only when I'm around him, when our connections make sparks, and when he's feeding me pleasure do I ever feel satisfied. This man is my future and he's also my past.

  He's what I've been dreaming about but never dared to obtain. He's the phantom in the dark who tormented me with fantasies of what could be. He's the love I never thought possible but secretly wished for.

  But now that this moment of eternal servitude is upon me, I feel frightened. His domineering nature is too much sometimes, and yet I know I will give in to whatever he wants of me. I can't say no. I don't want to say yes. But I can't say no.

  And that's it. He's entering me from behind harshly, but I whimper under his touch, hungry for more, always more. The satisfaction I glean from having him provoke me is indescribable.

  Our connection, as always, is at the forefront. It's unmistakable now that I
know he’s Stanley, and since I can no longer hide, what is left but to give myself up to him?

  Xavier

  "God, fuck, Allie, you feel so good."

  Her pussy's so tight around me. The pressure's building and radiating heat within me.

  I fuck her intently and brazenly. She's mine at last. Only mine.

  "Yes! Xavier, please yes," she cries.

  I've got her ass situated firmly in my hands. Her hips are mine to move and direct. This is the first time I'm going to lay claim to her with the truth on the table. Everything's out in the open and there's no more deceit. I will never deceive her again.

  I'm Stanley, and she knows it. I damn near lost her because of my need for revenge, but I feel we're on the right path now.

  I should've always known that Allie is true. She has a certain kindness that's hard to come by. And a certain vulnerability that I find irresistible.

  I ease my cock into her, slowly back-and-forth, so she can feel every delicious inch. She wants it all and she wants it bad.

  Fucking Allie like this, when she really knows it's me, Stanley, well, it changes everything. All of a sudden, there are no more walls between us. She can't hide and neither can I.

  I'm the guy from her past, the man of her dreams.

  Looking at her beautiful body bent over receiving me, and cast in the light of a raging fire is so ideal. I never thought I'd fall for someone like this. And I certainly never thought it'd be Allie. But here we are. I will never leave her again.

  The past is the past, but this is our future. She's my future. I already know that one day I'll marry her. She doesn't know it yet, but I will make it official. It all makes sense finally. I'm meant to be with her.

  I don't know why I didn't see it before but it all makes sense now. I was meant to be with Allie and she with me. We only make sense when we're together.

  The resentment I felt towards her over the past has been transformed, like a goddamn butterfly, into something better. I wish I had known that she's never betrayed me, but at least I know that now. I plan to make every day with her count so that we can make up for lost time.

  I thrust into her and she's crying out, begging for more. She clutches at the rug trying to find a grip that will help her to sustain the force of my weight against her.

  She tries to spread her legs out wide, to accommodate some more of my length, but there's nothing she can do. I have her in my grasp and I take her my way. It's always my way.

  She seems to have succumbed to this fact and I think it makes us both happy.

  Having her bent over my plush rug screaming for more of me causes the intensity to build up. It rises in my cock and I become even more hard with every thrust.

  If I hold out, both of our ecstasies will last. If I give in now, it'll be over too quick. I like to draw things out with Allie. I like to be inside of her for as long as possible.

  "Good girl, baby, just take it in," I say to her in a soothing tone.

  Her body is clenching around me and it causes contractions to build up inside of myself.

  I hold onto her for dear life as I pump in and out, in and out. I'm fucking her so hard and her screams do nothing to calm the instinct. I need to be deeper and deeper inside of her. Electricity is shooting throughout my body and I don't how much longer I can hold on. The threshold is so near. Once I cross it, there's no going back. But first I have to make sure she comes.

  I slow my motion and bend over her so I can finger her clit. I circle and tease it with one hand while gripping her hip with the other. I need her in place and whimpering only for me.

  The combination of my cock thrust so deeply into her and her sensitive clit being stimulated is all too much. I'm damn near exploding, and she is too.

  "Xavier, I have to come now, I have to," she practically screams.

  It's a good thing we're way up here in the penthouse where no one can hear us. She always screams my name and when she does, when she begs for it, it causes something to shift in me. I feel possessive over her in an inexplicable way. All I know how to do is to give into the joy of dominating her. I need it.

  I decide to give in. The intensity must subside at some point.

  "Yes, baby, it's time to come," I say.

  I delve into her couple more times and it sends both of us over the edge. We come at the same time. Her body clenches around me and the tightness causes me to contract. She's convulsing as I blow my load into her pussy.

  Her climax, her ecstasy, is like nothing I've ever seen. Her body contracts like nothing I've ever seen. She's shaking and quivering as the pleasure releases.

  I pull her in close and release the rest of my cum into her beautiful body. It's all over and we're just panting and trying to catch our breaths.

  I lay down on the rug next to her and the fire warms us. It's as if we both have finally gotten out the last remnants of anger and the torment of not being together is gone.

  If we hadn't been torn apart by one jealous friend, then our future would have started a long time ago. But at least now, we've found our back to each other.

  Our future is now. And there's no better way to celebrate that than having her holed up in my place.

  I plan on keeping her here and never letting go. My watchful eye will always be on her because now she's finally mine in every sense of the word.

  I get up and I take her wine and hand it to her. My baby needs a drink. Then I walk over to the windows that look out at the entire city. A fog has descended and it's starting to rain a little bit. Stormy weather is that much my emotions.

  I'm happy that Allie is here, that she's finally mine. I was never expecting this to come, but now that it has I can say I'm actually happy. For the first time in what feels like forever.

  Being with her comes with its own set of rules. I feel possessive over her in such a way that it frightens even me. My feelings run so deep and I guess we just have to ride that wave together.

  "Baby, don't you want to have a drink?" she asks me from her place on the rug where she's lounging languidly in front of the fire.

  "Yeah, I'll make something. But for now, I still want to get you into the bath. Go in there and wait for me."

  She looks at me and I shoot her a hard gaze. We both know this night isn't over. There's always more to come. I'm a man of great passions and it takes a lot to fill me up. Luckily Allie's the perfect one to do that.

  Without another word, she gets up and walks into my master bedroom. I hear the bathwater start to run and I'm happy she did as she was told.

  I walk towards the industrial refrigerator and pull out a couple of sparkling waters. Then I make myself a scotch on the rocks with a twist. I bring it all into the master bedroom and set things up.

  Allie's in the bathroom getting the tub ready. I light some candles and make it romantic. I'm so not done with her yet.

  She knows me, and she knows that I'm a man of great, shall we say, sexual appetites. I have needs that have to be fulfilled.

  Being with Allie makes my libido crank into overdrive. All I can think about when I'm around her is fucking her. And when we're not together she's constantly on my mind.

  There's a level of obsession here that's making me crazy with desire. I can't get enough. It's that simple. She's always on my mind, etched into my heart. There's no going back. I'm in deep and this is where I want to stay.

  I can feel that she's anxious about the depth of our connection. But I'm not. I'm ready to confront even the darkest of desires that come with being together.

  She is my ultimate, the thing I've been chasing and didn't understand at first. She’s the one I’ve been dreaming of and yet didn’t know existed.

  Now the gods have smiled upon me and things are at last going right.

  I stalk into the bathroom, ready for round two.

  Allie

  Liquid warmth surrounds me, inside and out, as I sink into the oversized marble tub. Bubbles cover my flushed skin and scented oil fills my nose until I'm completely
relaxed.

  I've made sure it's extra hot because I don't want anything to cool down my emotions right now.

  His place has the feel of luxury that makes it the ultimate love nest. He has all the amenities here, and in time I will make use of all of them.

  It's raining outside, and because I've had such a long day, I'm definitely ready to sink into this tub and to forget my worries.

  My last climax is still reverberating throughout my body. It was earth-shattering. It always is with Xavier. What makes these moments more special is that we have this poignant relationship.

  We know each other on an unspoken level. I've known for years that he was my fantasy guy. While the image of him was always unclear, the energy was always there, and energy doesn't lie. I knew he existed...I just didn't know he was Stanley.

  I idly wonder what he's doing out there as I kick the bubbles around. When he's not with me, I'm thinking about him and vice versa. I know the obsession works both ways.

  Gentle music plays over the speakers and I know he's setting the tone. My pussy is sore and aching from him taking me by the fireplace but it's that wonderful kind of soreness that means I've had a real man between my legs.

  I twist my hair up into a bun so that it doesn't get wet and then I curl up into a corner of the tub and wait. It's more like a hot tub with jet streams and everything. He must've had it made custom for his super-sized frame.

  I wait, and the mere anticipation of him coming into the room stirs excitement in me. It's a good thing when the man you love makes you wired for life. I think I was living a kind of hum-drum experience before he came in and shook things up.

  Now every day is a new adventure as he forces me past my limits and into new territory.

  Xavier is my dream guy and I just have to pinch myself to make sure this is real. Is it right for me to be so happy? Can I really receive all of this good fortune?

  I decide it'd be a crime not to accept these gifts that life has offered me. I've suffered enough. Now it's time for me to let go and live and enjoy every moment.