Daddy’s Housekeeper

by Lena Little

  His hand reaches behind my back and when he brings it back he’s holding a teddy bear.

  “Teddy!” I say, looking at the stuffie with the joy I always do when I’m in the right headspace around stuffed animals.

  “I picked this up for you when I was away.”

  “What’s his name?” I ask, taking it from his hands and hugging it hard.

  “Whatever you want it to be.”

  “Oh, Daddy,” I say, keeping the teddy bear between my chest as I hug Daddy and my new stuffie at the same time. A feeling of complete happiness washes through me and I kiss Carter hard, right on the lips.

  Suddenly I burst out in uncontrollable laughter.

  “What’s so funny, baby girl?”

  “My first thought when you found me going through your closet was that you were going to fire me, and all this was going to be over.”

  “Silly girl,” he says, tapping the tip of my nose with a single finger. “This is just getting started, and you belong to Daddy and no one else. Forever. And don’t you ever forget it.”

  “I’ll remember, Daddy.”

  “Good girl,” he says, pulling me in for another hug, which is exactly what I need right now to cap off the range of emotions I’ve just experienced.

  “Can we just stay like this for a minute?” I request, so softly into his chest I’m not even sure he hears me.

  “We can stay like this as long as you’d like, princess. That’s what Daddy’s here for. We come down from times like these…together. Always.”

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I say, squeezing him harder. “For understanding what I need.”

  “I understand what you need because it’s exactly what I need too.”

  I smile into his shirt. Yep, we were made for each other. And life was made for moments just like these.

  8

  Carter

  Waking up to my baby girl in my arms is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. Are my thoughts about her depraved and my sexual appetite feral? Absolutely. And that’s all good and well, but this is so much more. This feeling of completeness with her, completely devoid of the sexual moments, is more powerful than anything else…which blows my mind.

  And I can only imagine what it’s going to be like when we, together, welcome our first child into the world.

  Camila stretches her arms and arches her back even deeper into my front, before rolling over and rubbing the eye boogers out of her eyes. “Oh my gosh, I need to brush my teeth,” she says, covering her mouth.

  “You’re perfect just how you are,” I say, which elicits a smile from her, but that’s wiped away as soon as I add, “And I need you to clean the bathroom while you’re in there. That’s your punishment for going through my things.”

  “Are you serious?” she asks, her head jerking away from me.

  “Absolutely.”

  “What a jerk! I just woke up and you’re treating me like the help,” she adds, pulling herself away from me. “I thought we…connected.”

  I say nothing, relishing in my role as commanding Daddy and knowing that she has no idea what I have in store for her. It’s just another way of showing her that no matter how things appear, Daddy knows best. She’ll see soon enough, and when she does, she’ll come to heel for me and stop all the bratty testing…not that I’m against dishing out a good spanking from time to time.

  I lie back in the bed like an asshole, putting my hands behind my head and give her a look as if to say, “the bathroom’s not going to clean itself.”

  She shoots daggers at me with her eyes before she huffs and puffs off and moves toward the bathroom.

  As soon as she opens the door and steps inside I quietly slide out of bed and move as quietly as a six and a half foot man packing nearly two hundred and twenty-five pounds of pure muscle can, until I’m just inches behind her.

  She’s frozen in place, her feet glued to the floor.

  “You jerk!” she says, turning around expecting to yell at me all the way across to my position in the bed, only to jump in surprise when I shock her by standing just behind her. “You’re amazing,” she says, wrapping her arms around me.

  I shake my head, glad I was able to get everything here so quickly, and that goofy electronic fitness watch thing woke me up without disturbing her…which allowed me to slide out of bed and personally prepare the bathroom for two hours in the middle of the night.

  I should have been dead tired from the flight, but something about her being around me just fills me with energy.

  She releases from my chest and turns back to the clawfoot tub which has a warm bath drawn, thanks to the heaters in my tub, and rose petals floating on top of the water. There are candles surrounding the tub and the sunblocking blinds are drawn so just enough light comes in from the floor to ceiling windows that I can see every part of her.

  And it’s time to see exactly that.

  Not able to take it any longer, I turn her back around to face me and pull her pajama tops over her head. She lifts her arms in response, not fighting or protesting one bit as her small breasts spring free, defying gravity just standing there perfectly as if they’re bolted onto her body. I’ve never seen a body so perfect, and not because she’s so young either. Granted, her youth has me harder than a rock, but there’s something about the way her body feels as she melts into my arms again that does me in.

  “Angel. You. Are. Gorgeous,” I add.

  “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she comes right back at me, taking a step back and sliding out of her pajama bottoms before I even get the order to do exactly that out of my mouth.

  Flashing me a smirk of her own, she steps back and spins in place, giving me the full three-sixty view of perfection. Cupping her breasts she jiggles them individually and we both bust out laughing.

  She’s just so damn playful yet so vulnerable standing bared for me.

  “So I’m guessing I don’t really have to clean the tub this morning?” she winks.

  “No, my naughty little housekeeper. Daddy’s going to clean you. Every. Single. Inch. From head to toe.”

  I lean in, grabbing her hips and pulling her to me as my lips crash down on hers, claiming her as I knead her bare breasts in my hands just like one of those famous sculptors would do with raw clay. But her body will never be on display for anyone else to see. She’s mine and only mine forever. “For your eyes only” takes on a whole new meaning when I think of her perfect form.

  Flipping her hair over her shoulder and spinning around she playfully prances toward the tub, putting the toes of one foot on the edge and looking back at me before spreading her raised knee high, giving me a view of heaven.

  I move right in, kissing my way up the inside of her thigh before my eyes close and I inhale her scent.

  “I swear your pussy smells like a virgin strawberry field.”

  “Strawberries? I’m not so sure.” She pauses. “Virgin? Absolutely…Daddy.”

  Before I have a chance to get lost in her sweet nectar she slides a foot into the tub and then steps in with her other leg. I nod approvingly, wanting to draw this moment out because I know exactly how it’s going to end… me buried to the hilt inside her until I coat her womb with the largest release of seed in the history of humanity.

  Reaching for the shampoo bottle, I squirt a big drop into my palm and begin to lather it into her hair, just before she ducks down into the water, disappearing for a second before coming back up with her nose plugged with her thumb and forefinger, which she then releases and splashes me with water.

  “Hey!” I say.

  “Once a brat, always a brat,” she winks, and she’s damn right. There’s no way I’m putting a saddle on this wild filly, nor would I want to. She’s a young horse that’s impossible to tame, and that’s exactly why she’s so damn perfect. She may be young, but she’s already lived a life more challenging than most women twice her age. Not to mention she’s more grown-up, more feminine, and more playful than anyone I’ve ever met. She rela
xes me, takes me out of my Type A businessman personality, and shows me what life is all about.

  What’s another comma in the bank account worth when you die alone? Nothing.

  Now I see the truth, the meaning. The goal of all this money is to die with a big fat zero in the bank account, spending it all on us. Well, not technically a zero because, being older than her, I’m going to set up a trust fund for her and our children so they never have to even think about working again. My girl’s days as a housekeeper are over.

  But her days as a homemaker are just beginning. The mother to my children and she can be barefoot and pregnant for the rest of her days, or use some of that sass to help me run our companies. Yes, our, because I’m all in.

  “You naughty girl,” I add, wiping the water from my face.

  I dunk her in the water and she comes up laughing. A moment passes where our non-verbals agree on a silent truce and I go back to washing her hair. But that doesn’t last long.

  My hands slide down her body, palming her breasts, as she turns in the tub and our lips meet.

  I come to a knee, making quick work of my boxers and T-shirt, which is all I slept in.

  “Oh. My. God,” she gulps, looking at the size of my member.

  “It’s all for you and trust me…it will fit.”

  “My first time?”

  “Baby girl, we’ve got a lifetime,” I say sliding into the tub with her.

  I maneuver in the tub so my back is against the other side of the tub, her hands sliding down my chest as she fists my cock underneath the warm water. I gasp for air, barely able to hold off my explosion as I claim her mouth yet again, igniting a fire deep inside me.

  My hands palm her ass as I pull her body flush with mine, easing her lower until the crown of my cock is scissoring through her folds, my throbbing hardness demanding to take her innocence as she whimpers with need.

  I’m so damn ready to claim her, more ready than I’ve ever been for anything in my life.

  Tilting her slightly so she’s facing me, cowgirl style, I cup her chin and bring her face square with mine. “I want to look into those blue eyes of yours when I enter you for the first time, and when I see you come and fill you with my seed.”

  “Yes,” she whimpers, as I continue sawing my cock through her folds.

  “Tell me you’ve never been with anyone but me. Tell me who you belong to forever,” I demand, gritting my teeth, the possessive side of me needing to hear this one last thing.

  “You. There’s been no one before you and there will be no one after. I swear you’re it for me.”

  “Just like you’re it for me, angel.” I pause. “And now I’m going to show you heaven.”

  “How?” she says, her lips staying open.

  “By taking what’s mine.”

  “Yes. Take it, please. I’m yours,” she begs.

  Her words send thunder through my ears and just as I steady her, opening her to my crown she adds the cherry on top.

  “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my virgin pussy.”

  I absolutely lose it, all thoughts of this sweet moment in the tub filled with rose petals and the surrounding candles disappear as my hips thrust up and I claim her in one go, my cock filling every inch of her.

  She gasps, her mouth open wide as her whole body shakes.

  “Are you okay, sweetness?”

  She nods.

  “Say something. Tell Daddy he didn’t hurt you.”

  “One second,” she says, placing her hands on my knees and slowly easing herself up my dick almost all the way out, leaving just the crown inside. “Is it safe to continue in the water?”

  “Probably not,” I tell her honestly.

  “Good,” she says and releases her hands and slides right back down my rod. “Because I don’t want safe. I’m all in on our craziness.”

  “I’ll show you all in,” I growl, grabbing her hips and slowly easing her up and down my thick pole causing her to whimper as my girth slides along the inside of her slippery pussy.

  My balls pull up immediately and I do everything I can to hold back my release.

  “Fuck, baby girl. You’re tight as a glove. Your pussy is amazing. You’re amazing. You’re…everything.”

  “Prove it, Daddy,” she commands, taking charge. “Give me everything you’ve got. I’m ready.”

  I don’t waste another second, as water immediately starts thrashing out of the tub onto the marble floor as I slam her tiny body onto my hips, my cock filling her before lifting her back up just to repeat the process again.

  “Oh fuck, yeah!” she whimpers. “Take my virginity. Take it all. Make me whole, Daddy.”

  I continue to thrust into her, unable to tell where one of us ends and the other begins, and not caring one bit either. It’s exactly how things should be. One. Joined. Together.

  “Fuck angel,” I grunt. “I can’t last much longer.”

  “Fill me, Daddy. Give me your load.”

  “I’ve been saving it for you, baby girl.”

  Her arms wrap around my neck as she rides me, my thick cock plunging inside her each time as I bottom out in her womb. My forearms clench like twisted cable trying to hold a ship at harbor in a category five hurricane, as I hold onto her body, never going to let her go as I continue to claim her.

  “I’m gonna fill your womb with my seed and nine months later our firstborn is going to come home from the hospital right here to this bath, where we’ll wash him together.”

  “Yes. I want that. I want babies. Boys. Girls. Everything.”

  “Then take Daddy’s come. Take all of it, princess.” I thrust twice more and then my body stills. “Come for, Daddy! Do it now!”

  Just as my groin kicks and I unleash my baby making material into her pussy she unleashes onto me, and even underwater I can feel her sticky sweetness as my cock pumps jets of hot white seed into her as her pussy clenches down on my rod like a vice grip, milking me for every last drop until she collapses onto my chest.

  Her chest hammers against mine as we fight for air yet again. “Do you think it stuck?” she asks.

  “I know it did.”

  “Even underwater.”

  “Baby girl, when are you going to learn,” I say, taking hold of her face. “We were meant for each other. There’s no stopping us.”

  She smiles so wide that I make a promise to myself to keep that smile glued there for the rest of our days. Forever.

  “There’s not a woman on this planet who stands up to me the way you do. Do you realize how much that turns me on, and impresses me at the same time? Do you realize how much that makes me respect you above all other creatures on God’s green earth? Do you understand how you make me a different man, how you make me want to be the best man I can, for our freshly conceived children?”

  “Freshly conceived, Daddy?” she laughs. “I don’t think it works that way.”

  “Everything works when it comes to us. We just work differently than everyone else.”

  “But you said freshly conceived children, as in more than one?”

  “Don’t tell me you didn’t just feel what I felt. There was so much seed in that eruption that I’m surprised you didn’t shoot up to the ceiling, pregnant with twins.”

  “Daddy!” she says, splashing me yet again.

  “That’s exactly what I am and don’t you ever forget it,” I remind her, kissing her hard and pulling her tiny body into my massive frame. “Mine,” I growl holding her right where she belongs…here with me. Always.

  9

  Camila

  Seconds turn to minutes and minutes seem to turn into an hour, not that I’m keeping track of time.

  “I’m getting prune hands,” I giggle, moving my head from Carter’s chest and showing him my hands. We both smile and he kisses me once again.

  “I’ve got something else to show you this morning. I know you’re going to like it.”

  “Do the surprises ever stop with you?”

  “I told you I know how to spoil
a little girl.”

  “A little girl?”

  “My little girl,” he says, helping me out of the tub and kissing me on the top of the head. “Ready for this?”

  I nod, rolling my top teeth across my lower lip as he presses a button and the sun blocking curtains pull back.

  My eyes scan across the horizon to a huge billboard that reads SCAB.

  “It’s for you.”

  “For me?” My head jerks back.

  “Just think, Camila. This will set the record straight from your past, show everybody who came out on top.”

  “You…” I freeze, realizing he has my complete file. What he didn’t get from the interview he probably just made a call and got, or actually asked my references. What did they tell him? How much did they reveal?

  “Scab?”

  “Yeah. It probably won’t make sense to everyone, but I know how we can build around it,” he smiles.

  “Are you kidding me? Are you that insensitive? Are you really that much of a Type A that you didn’t think this…bringing this up…digging up the past wouldn’t…” I bury my head in the nook of my shoulder as best I can and run toward the bedroom.

  “What’s wrong?” he says, following after me and putting his hands gently on my arms.

  “What’s wrong? You! Get away from me.”

  “Baby girl,” he pleads.

  “Don’t you baby girl me. As a matter of fact don’t anything me,” I add, racing to get dressed as fast as I can.

  “What’s wrong with you? What did I do?”

  “You went from…” I stop, looking at him in complete disgust, and then just don’t continue. “Forget it,” I say moving swiftly to the door and down the stairs.

  “Should I stop her, boss?” one of his security guards says.

  “Yes,” he quickly replies, but I shoot the big brute a look and grit my teeth. “You lay a finger on me and I’ll bury a knee so far in your scrotum you’ll be walking around with one ball the rest of your life.”