Act Your Age

by Eve Dangerfield

  Kate knew he didn’t mean it, that he was acting like a jerk on purpose, but hearing him talk about other girls, even in the context of this fantasy, stung. Unwilling to let him read that in her face, she bent over to take off her roller skates.

  “Leave them on.”

  Kate straightened up, her heart hammering. “You can’t tell me what to—”

  “Yes, I can,” Ty said coldly. “You know the reason why, go ahead and tell me what it is?”

  Kate thought back to their last encounter, Ty rubbing her to the brink of orgasm then stopping, telling her he’d only get her off if she said Daddy owned her pussy. She’d held out, she’d held out at least a dozen times and then…

  “Katie…” Ty’s voice was softer than silk. “You look me in the eyes and tell me what I want to hear or what I did to your ass last week will seem like a beautiful fucking fantasyland compared to what I’ll do now.”

  The skin on Kate’s backside prickled. She looked down at her roller skates “I have to do what you say because you…because you own me.”

  “And why do I own you?”

  “Because you’re my…” Kate glanced up at the TV. The two girls were sitting on the beefy man’s face and hips, riding him at same time. “Because you’re my Daddy.”

  “That’s right,” Ty said with some satisfaction. “Now take off your t-shirt. Slowly.”

  Kate peeled her top over her head with what she hoped was sufficient slowness.

  “Lose the bra.”

  She flipped open the catch on her sports bra and let the material fall away. Now she was standing in her fully-lit living room in her shorts and skates, feeling more naked than if she were actually naked. Ty studied her body and she studied the TV. Both of the pornstars were blonde and deeply tanned with breasts like cantaloupes. Was this the kind of woman Ty preferred? His ex had been blonde. ‘Like Scarlett Johansson with better tits,’ Dutchy had said. As she stood there she felt exceptionally pale, skinny, and bland. She thought about her fantasy—Ty making slow, sweet love to her in his bed—her chest throbbed.

  “Touch yourself,” Ty said.

  “Wh-What?”

  “Touch your tits for me. Nice and hard the way I do it.”

  She placed her hands on her breasts and squeezed. The sensation sent another sizzle from breasts to groin. Her mind was all over the place but alcohol and anticipation had her body more than ready.

  “Very nice,” Ty said. “Now skate your ass over here.”

  Kate skated toward him. She felt a bit guilty for doing it indoors, but Aunt Rhonda had been a huge fan of sexual expression and she probably wouldn’t have cared. She stood in front of Ty, expecting him to pull her onto her lap. Instead, he stared at her with frank curiosity. “Is that really your uniform?”

  Kate knew it was her boss, not her stepfather who wanted to know.

  “Not this.” She gestured to her bare breasts. “But everything else is. I wear a lot of protective gear, knee guards, wrist guards and a helmet.”

  “Sure.” He reached out and brushed the skin below her belly button. His eyes were very soft, almost sad. Kate was on the verge of asking if he was okay when he extended his arms. “Come here.”

  It was hard work, sitting on someone’s lap while wearing skates, but Kate managed to clamber on. Ty stroked her with entitled precision, brushing his palms over her hair and shoulders as though revelling in his ownership. It lasted so long that she closed her eyes, soothed by his touch like an anxious kitten and when finally he plucked at her nipple, she gasped.

  “You’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you, little girl?”

  “No.”

  “Liar.” Ty’s hand closed over the front of her shorts, cupping her sex. “You can pretend all you want, but I know you like it.”

  Kate struggled weakly against his hold. “You make me have sex with you.”

  “Maybe at first, but I’ve woken something up in you, haven’t I? You want it now, even more than I do. I can see it whenever you look at me.”

  He grinned, and Kate knew he was referring to all the meetings in which she’d had to drag her gaze away from his hands, his mouth, the seat of his pants. “I can’t help it.”

  “I know you can’t.” His hands slid up her torso, cupping her breasts. “I think I’m gonna buy you a nice fat toy. Something you can play with when I’m not here. You can call it Daddy, use it whenever you wish I was inside you.”

  The thought of Ty giving her something—even if it was a dildo—made Kate’s heart clench like a fist. “I don’t want that,” she lied.

  “And what do you want?”

  For you to make love to me in your bed, your skin against mine, your weight on my body. “I want you to leave me alone.”

  “Oh, sweetheart.” Ty kissed her hard. It was a kiss meant to claim, his lips and tongue dominating her hers.

  “Maybe you do,” he said when he pulled away. “I won’t leave you alone, though, your pussy’s too sweet. Your mouth feels too good around my cock.”

  “I could tell on you.”

  Ty bent forward and sucked her nipple into his mouth. “You really think your mother would believe you?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Really?” Ty assumed a look of concern. “Jennifer, I need to get something off my chest. The other night Katie came home and she’d been drinking. She was dressed in…well, let’s just say it didn’t leave much to the imagination…”

  “Stop it,” Kate whispered.

  “…she came and sat on the couch with me.” Ty’s face contorted into a pained paternal grimace. “She uh, sat in my lap, if I’m honest. Then she… rubbed herself all over me. Said she had a crush on me and—Jesus, I’m just a man, what was I supposed to do?”

  “You’re evil.”

  Ty dropped his martyred expression and smirked at her. “I am. So if you want to go out drinking with your little friends, you’d better remember to come by here and do right by me first.”

  As he lowered his lips to hers, Kate was visited by a sharp, unwelcome flash of awareness. Why was she so turned on by her and Ty eroticizing the worst stereotypes about their genders? Man as perverted predator, woman as passive vessel. Kate had read every book on kink and plenty on sexual psychology, she’d discussed it with Maria and the internet at large, but at that moment, the question actually baffled her; why was she doing this?

  Ty’s fingers tightened on her nipples, biting into the sensitive flesh. “Get on your knees, girl.”

  “No.”

  “If that’s the way you want to play it.” Ty slapped his palm into her ass. She’d barely registered the sting before she was lifted into the air and deposited on her knees. He unzipped his jeans one-handed and pulled out his cock. It was thick with blood and glossy at the tip. Too eager to pretend to resist, Kate bent forward to put her mouth on it. Ty pressed a gentle palm to her forehead. “Just a minute.”

  He picked up the remote and started doing something to the TV. Kate realised he was selecting something to watch while she sucked him off. Another zing sizzled down between her legs.

  “There we go.” Ty put down the remote and fisted his cock. “Come get it.”

  Kate looked up at him. Her handsome boss didn’t look the least bit civilized now. The TV was flickering over his sharp cheekbones, making him look hard and unkind. She thought of her silly girlish fantasy and shuddered at the thought of trying to fuse it with this uncompromisingly cruel man. It would never, could never, work. This was the way Ty liked to play and she needed to get used to it. She bent forward and sucked him into her mouth like a good girl.

  Ty groaned, his hand sifting through her hair. “That’s it, deeper now, you know how I like it.”

  Kate did know. Ty seemed to have a particular affinity for blow jobs. Men’s enjoyment of that particular act was well documented, but he almost seemed to prefer them to sex. She’d given more BJs in a few short weeks than she had in her whole life. She
guessed he liked the power of watching a woman service the undeniably impressive length of his cock.

  As she sucked, the moans on the TV grew more intense, and she could hear sharp slapping sounds, either spanking or sex. The fact that she couldn’t turn to look at them made the whole scene more erotic. Ty reached down and cupped her breast. “Fuck, your skin is so soft.”

  She let out a tiny moan.

  “Not as soft as your pussy, though, is it? Soft and wet and tight. I’ve been thinking about getting you on the pill so I can ride you without a condom. Would you like that, Katie? Feeling me come inside you? Having it run down your thighs afterward?”

  Kate’s pussy throbbed and without any other way to express herself, she sucked him harder, bringing her mouth further and further down his cock. It was already much easier to do this without choking. She was like the girls at school who made themselves throw up so many times, they could shove a whole toothbrush down their throats. Only less sad, obviously.

  Ty’s hand tightened in her hair. “That’s a good girl. Push your hands inside those shorts and get your pussy ready for me.”

  She did what she was told, unbuttoning her shorts and sliding her fingertips into her underwear. She was so hot and damp she felt like a rainforest, and the slightest strokes made her shudder.

  “That’s it,” Ty muttered. “Get yourself off while you suck me.”

  After that, everything seemed to move in leaps. Kate had so much to do—sucking, stroking, listening to Ty’s groans and the sounds of porn. She couldn’t concentrate on any one thing, her attention leapt from sensation to sensation trying to take it all in. Pre-come began to slick the head of his cock and his motions became rougher. He tugged her hair, forcing himself deep between her lips. As always, the degradation sharpened her arousal. She slipped a finger inside herself and looked up, hoping to see him watching TV and found his gaze fixed on her. His expression was so tender, so infinitely soft, she choked from sheer surprise.

  Ty’s fist wrapped itself even more tightly in her hair. “You keep your eyes on my cock where they belong, little girl.”

  Before she could respond, he thrust his hips upward and began fucking himself into her mouth. She felt a slight panic as he bumped against her soft palate and she ceased all attempts to get herself off as she breathed deep through her nose. Ty’s gaze was locked on the porn now, drinking it in as he used her mouth. Kate swallowed furiously, trying to keep spit from spraying out of her mouth like a busted fire hydrant. She was barely sucking, just keeping her teeth out of the way and attempting not to choke. Above her, Ty moaned. “I’m gonna come.”

  Please god, she thought, I’m only three, maybe four seconds away from gagging, please let me hold out.

  She heard his strangled cry, felt his cock throb as he came but was amazed to discover that she couldn’t taste his orgasm. The mess of his semen had slid straight down her throat.

  That’s one plus to deep throating, she thought, wiping a hand across her lips. Her throat was slightly tender, but she didn’t mind. She had swallowed what had to be four-fifths of Tyler Henderson’s insane wang and lived to tell the tale; she was a hero.

  Ty released her hair. “You okay, baby?”

  She thought she’d pushed it down, but as soon as he called her ‘baby’ it rose again, the desire for him to take her slowly and lovingly in a bed. She hated herself a little for being such a cliché. What they’d just done had been so filthy and hot. Why couldn’t she just enjoy that, the way he could? It was like he had strength she didn’t, an ability to disconnect that she just didn’t possess. Was it because she hadn’t had enough sex, or was it really just easier for men? Kate resolved to stop letting her dumb heart get the better of her. “I’m fine.”

  “Good, that was one hell of a job you just did.” Ty stretched his arms above his head and yawned. “Just give me a minute, and I’ll sort you out.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  Ty’s post-orgasm softness faded like morning frost. “Middleton, take off those shorts and sit on my fuckin’ lap. I wanna watch the wheels on your skates spin while I get you off.”

  A few seconds later, she was riding his hand, his bunched fingers feeling roughly the size of a rolling pin.

  “That’s it,” Ty muttered as he rocked her back and forth. “You like this, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s because you’re a needy little thing now you’re broken in. You need dick once a day, or you start to misbehave. I’m gonna have to think up new ways to punish you now I know spanking just gets you wet.”

  “But—ooh.”

  His finger circled her asshole, damp and hard. “Have you ever touched yourself here?”

  “A little, but I’ve never had anything inside.”

  “Figured.” Ty slid the tip of his finger just past the ring of muscle. “That feel okay?”

  “Um…” The burn was uncomfortable, but it was also nice, wrong and right just like the games they played. “I think so.”

  “I won’t go any deeper than this for now, but we’ll work on it. I’d love to fuck you in the ass, sweetheart.”

  Kate tried to picture his enormous wang going into her backside and tensed. “Um, have you done this before?”

  Ty chuckled. “Yes.”

  Figured. “How often? And were the women okay afterward? Like could they walk and sit in regular chairs and perform normal butt related activi—”

  Ty placed a gentle hand over her mouth. “Don’t worry about it right now. We’re a long way from that. Just relax and feel what I’m doing to you.”

  “But—”

  “Middleton, I promise if I stick it in your ass, you’ll be so ready for it, every inch’ll feel like heaven. Now close your eyes and come on me.”

  Kate closed her eyes and let the sensations take her. She felt the fingers penetrating her, rubbing inside and around her most sensitive areas. She remembered the way his eyes had locked on the TV as she sucked him, the way he’d used her. She felt the press of the roller skates against her feet, clasping her in discomfort as this big hard man forced a response from her body. She shuddered, pressure growing tight in her middle. “Daddy, I think I’m going to…”

  Ty leaned forward and buried his face in her neck, the stubble brushing against her as his fingers worked their magic. “Do it, you dirty little girl.”

  When she was done, Ty wiped his hands on his T-shirt and reached around her to the remote, turning off the porn she’d only dimly registered. “How was that?”

  Kate nodded faintly.

  “Again?”

  “I think I might die.”

  Ty laughed. There was a warmth to it that, combined with the memory of him gazing tenderly down at her, inspired her to do something silly—she wrapped her arms around his neck and slumped into his chest. She enjoyed a single second of bliss before Ty lifted her up and gently placed her onto the couch. “How are you feeling? Are you warm enough?”

  She nodded, knowing there was no reason for the lump in her throat, the hollow sensation in her chest. Ty’s palm slid up her leg. “You’re shivering, hang on a sec.”

  He undid the laces on her roller skates and tugged them off her feet, then he took the peach blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it tightly around her, binding her so tightly Kate felt like a Chinese noblewoman’s foot during the Song dynasty.

  Why does he keep doing this? Does he think I like it or is it some kind of weird blanket fetish?

  Ty stood up. “I’m gonna grab a beer. You want something, or did you have enough espresso martinis at the bar?”

  Kate felt a stab of fear. She’d chewed gum all the way home to avoid coffee breath but maybe it hadn’t worked? “How did you know I drank espresso martinis?”

  A flash of his soft, post-orgasm smile. “I can smell it on your hands. My mate Georgie’s addicted to them. Every time we go out she has about five and spends the rest of the night talking li
ke one of those cartoon chipmunks. Rum?”

  “Yes, please.”

  As he left for the kitchen, Kate digested the fact that he had a friend called Georgie. A woman who liked espresso martinis. It was such a little fact, and yet it felt like someone had placed a diamond in her hand. She closed her eyes, and imagined the three of them having drinks together. Her and Ty and Georgie, chatting about work and holidays and how she and Ty met…

  “Still feel okay?” he asked when he returned from the kitchen with a beer and a small glass of Sailor Jerry.

  “Totally.” Kate sat up and shook off her swaddles so she could hold the glass. “How do you feel?”

  “I’m good.” Ty’s smile wasn’t exactly patronising but you could tell he thought she was cute for asking because of course he was totally fine. Always and perpetually fine. Something about that flicked at her brain. She took a small sip of rum and felt it trickling into her belly.

  Ty settled on the couch beside her, careful, as always, not to touch her. Another irritable flick. She didn’t have cooties and even if she did they’d be swimming around in the head of his penis right now, so why was he so uptight about touching her? She bet if science found a way for him to fuck her via some sort of virtual reality/fleshlight situation, he’d take it.

  Kate realised she’d just thought the word ‘fuck’ without feeling the slightest bit guilty. She drank some more rum.

  “You didn’t mind the porn, did you?” Ty asked, breaking the silence. “I thought it might be good for shock value.”

  “It was, but you kind of freaked me out at first. I thought you might be having an orgy in my house.”

  Ty laughed. “I wouldn’t do that to you, I promise. Do you want me to leave you the disk?”

  “I’m a millennial; I get my kicks on Tumblr—mostly in GIF form.”

  “Of course.” He nudged one of her roller skates with his foot. “So, roller derby. How’d you get into that?”

  “I saw a poster about it,” Kate lied, not wanting to bring up Whip It and her quest for female friendship. “I loved skating when I was a kid. I thought it would be fun and it is. Fun and occasionally painful.”