by Rose Marie
“I don't even want to know where you learned to be so nasty and suck cock that good. I'm pretty sure it'll piss me off. But regardless, that was the best damn head I've ever had, and probably will ever have in my life time, so thank you. As a matter fact, Daddy can be nasty too. Spread that pussy open for me.”
I lay her down on the pillow top mattress and slowly undress her. I kiss her deeply and passionately, showing her how much I cared about her. When I get her naked, I lay next to her and whisper sweet nothings into her while rubbing her clit.
“Mmm, that feels so good Daddy! More! I want more.” Her clit was stiff with want and her center slick with evidence that I was doing something right. As Layla said, I’m no virgin, but having sex with her kinda made me nervous. I’m sure she’s never been with a white guy and that meant her other partner or partners where most likely black. I know it’s stereotyping but am I going to be able to satisfy her? I’m not small by any means but… “Josh hurry!”
I bite my lip, forgetting my insecurities and climb on top of her, rocking into her with all the confidence I could muster. Mistake! Huge mistake! Fuck she feels good. When her walls clamp down and squeeze me tightly I groan, licking her neck and sucking hard to make a hickey. It felt so good inside of her. I pick up her legs and start pounding into her, hoping I don’t sound over-eager. Just as I was bout to cum, I pull out and cum on her center. I don't know why I wanted to do this, and I'd never wanted to before, but I immediately started slobbering, sucking, and slurping down on her pussy, tasting her and myself. It was an extremely weird feeling to be eating my own cum, but I saw it on the porno and it turned me on so much I wanted to try it.
After I was done cleaning her up, I look up to see her laid out yawning looking sleepy. I couldn’t help but chuckle because I was so worried, but here she was looking completely fucked out and ready for a nap.
“Come on Princess, lets finish the rest of this food so I can get you home before your mom gets home okay?” She yawned again and nodded before eating the rest of the cheese, crackers, fruits, and wine. We stayed there all night until it was time for me to take her home.
I hated dropping her off. It made my heart ache because I wanted to be with her longer. I wish I could show her the real me but, I knew I couldn't. It was she who knew the real me, unrestrained and free. It was with everyone else that I had to play a part for and act according to my future billionaire status. I hate it .
As I watch her run up the steps and wave back at me, I feel a terrible sensation hit my chest. I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want to lose My Princess because Layla had become my treasure, my most precious diamond, and I'd keep her for as long as I could. It hurt knowing there was an expiration date on our time together, but I would try to push it back as long as I could.
Being with the Princess
Once I get to the hotel, I damn near run to the room where my Princess was asleep. When I enter, I can immediately tell she’s been up and had showered by the soft glow of her skin. Heart pounding at finishing what we’d started, I strip from my pajama pants and t-shirt and climb into bed on top of her, kissing her plump lips.
I'm not surprised she doesn't wake up, I'm sure the quickie fuck I'd given her was more than she'd had since I left… hopefully. I truly want to just fuck her and cum inside of that tight little cunt so I can clean it up but I don’t want to waste our little bit of time together tonight by doing the same thing I'd already done. No, I want to savor tonight with as many different things as possible. I want to spoil her with ten years’ worth of love.
I roll her on her stomach and grab her arms. Then I look around the room for something to-, oooo. I spot tie backs and smirk. Climbing from bed, I grab them and then tie her arms against the headboard, leaving her feet loose.
From what she showed me earlier she’s still my feisty pussy cat, but I need to make sure she is also still my little Princess. Back in the day, Layla’s will was mine. I owned everything on her including her mind. That's how much love she felt for me. When we had embarked on that journey over eleven years ago, neither of us knew the turn our relationship would take after that first date. I didn’t know that it would turn into something as beautiful as what we had, but I did know that I’d eventually mess it up. But I never thought I’d be able to right my wrong to the woman I love most in this entire world.
“Princess wake up. Daddy’s back little one.” I kiss her neck waiting for her eyes to open.
“Josh?” When she says my name I stiffen. As far as I’m concerned the moment she called me Daddy that first time and allowed me to fuck her, that meant our relationship was reinstated, so no more of this formal and first name basis shit.
“No Princess, what's my name?” I whisper in her ear.
“Jo…“ she stops when I deliver a cold hard smack against her ass. My eyes and nostrils flare in anger, daring her to try me.
“Let’s try that again my Pretty Little One. What’s my name, Princess?” She at glared me with anger and fire in her spirit, but I saw the moment she let go and decided to submit to me again. Her eyes lowered in the way I’d trained her and her body relaxed in complete and utter trust and submission.
“Daddy.” At hearing her call my name, I feel as if I break free of chains that I’d stupidly bound myself to for ten years.
“That’s correct, and who do you belong to?” She started to tremble and bite her lip as if the anticipation of my touch was too much.
“I belong to Daddy. He’s my everything.” Fuck, I’m an idiot. I’m dumb. I’m a fool. How could I leave the best girl in the world for a life of meaninglessness? As she lays in the bed still biting her lip, I smooth her hair to the side and kiss her neck.
“You right Princess. You’re absolutely fucking right.” I kiss down her back ready to show my appreciation for giving herself back to me and my sorrow for leaving her. Sitting up and looking at her hands bound, she paints the perfect picture for my sadistic personality.
“What's my name Princess? Say it again.” I ask her in a commanding tone while rubbing her ass.
“D-Daddy.” She stammers out.
“Say it again.” I tell her, sliding from the bed crouching down in front of her.
“Daddy,” she says with more confidence. I swear I felt like King Kong beating his chest on top of the world.
I raise my hand and lift her head. I want those pretty eyes on me. This time in an almost breathless voice I ask again, “One more time Princess.”
“Daddy.” She says without an ounce of hesitation, making me crash my lips against hers and my dick pulse to life as my name rolls off her lips
“Yes.” I breathe out, untying her and pulling her into my lap. “Fuck I missed you so much Princess.” I kiss her everywhere from her lips to her neck to her midnight dark nipples. I groan, in heaven as I suck one into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.
“Ungh, Daddy yes!” she pressed my head to her chest expressing her pleasure. I feel my body flush with heat because her sweet baby voice was always my undoing.
“My Princess likes that? Did she miss her Daddy sucking her beautiful titties?” I ask her, gathering both into my hands, massaging and pinching them.
“Yes! Oh please don’t stop! It’s been so long,” she cries and I pull away, slamming her back on the bed. What’s better than having full control over your partner? Better than having someone tailored to your needs that craves your touch? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She's the one who made me who I am. She ruined regular sex for me. Ruined me for regular women like the one I had at home and eradicated my rationale. I needed my Princess.
I’m at the point where I don’t care what anyone says. There is always that one man who could turn his housewife into his whore. That’s if he wants and sitting here sucking these dusky nipples, I want to do that with her so damn bad. My Princess had me thinking… Amber who?
Taking one more long hard pull on her nipples, I pop them out of my mouth and look her over. So many things pop up inside my head
. There was just an endless amount of things I could do to her. I can’t pick. I’m just so conflicted and excited. Still thinking I see tears com in her eyes.
“What's the matter Princess?”
“H-how can y-you leave me f-for her?” She cries, body shaking and all.
“All I can say is I made a mistake. I was scared of what my family would say and think. At eighteen I wasn’t smart enough or mature enough to throw away everything I had for love. I’m sorry baby. I was a jerk. I should have talked to you, but I was young and dumb. Forgive me.” I plead while starting to play with her pussy.
She looked at me with eyes that said she had plenty to say but instead she only nodded, opening her legs further for me to get better access. Layla wasn't a complicated person, which was why I think I fell in love with her so fast back then. My family controlled every aspect of my life at the time. I guess it felt good to control someone else. To have absolute control over her was like a drug to me, which is also why I think I fell so far off the deep end when I fell for her.
“You like Daddy stirring you up Princess? Does that make you happy?” She nods but I let her get away with it. I'm sure she's overwhelmed with everything that's happened. I thought of fucking her good and hard when I came up here but just her tight little pussy gripping my fingers while she rides them was enough for me.
“I’m going to cum, Daddy!” she said while her body jerked on my hand.
“Come on Princess you can do better than that. Cum for Daddy,” I whisper in her ear, sending her over the edge as she gushes on my fingers. When her body sags against mine, I pull my drenched fingers from her with reluctance. I wanted more but I know she’s tired, so I don't push her to go further. Instead, I clean her cute little cunt with my tongue and lay with her in bed, holding her tightly. I could be doing so many nasty things to her right now but, just being next to her was more than enough for me.
As she snuggled closer to me, I kiss her cheek knowing full well shit is about to hit the fan. I knew for a fact Layla wasn’t going to allow me to save face this time if I fucked her over. No, I had to get rid of Amber, and I had to do it soon. There was no room for her anymore. Now that I’m grown with my own businesses, even If they took Gates Tech there wasn’t a damn thing they could do to me. They had no control. I’m a free man, but I'll still talk to my dad first. He was always more understanding than my mom. Hopefully I can make him see reason. Regardless, my Princess wasn't going anywhere, and I mean that.
Flashback Four
“So Josh, you going to tell me what’s got you smiling so hard lately? Every weekend you been ditching us. What's up with that?” Aaron asked while throwing his football up in the air in my room.
“It's not like that, man. I've just been doing a lot of stuff over the weekend for my dad. He's been putting a lot of pressure on me about school.” I tell him, wanting to change the topic.
“Bullshit. Since when did school make you smile so hard? You been sneaking out and getting laid huh? Who is she? Is it Amber?” He sat up, looking at me pointedly with a goofy grin.
“Hell no! Dude you know I’d never lay hands on Amber. She’s too much of a prude. I don't mess with the girls at school any more, they aren’t my type.” He raised a brow putting his head on his hands trying to figure me out.
“Not your type?! Dude, we have the baddest of the bad, you can't get hotter than the babes at Alcott Prep.”
“Yeah man, if you say so.” I shrug, not wanting to debate on a subject he’d know nothing about. He wanted to talk about bad? He could tell me about bad when he was getting head while driving by a girl who called you Daddy. He could tell me about bad when his girl hopped on his dick and rode him in the back seat of the car just because you had a bad day. He could tell me about bad when his girl text him “I love you” first thing in the morning when she woke up and before she goes to bed. He didn't know what a bad chick was.
“Whatever, keep your secrets. Anyway, you feeling up to a double date this weekend? Rachel wants to see that new romantic comedy that came out and I’m sure she can get Patricia to come,” Aaron said turning on the TV and I roll my eyes. I didn't want to go.
“Nope.” I'd promised Layla I'd take her to the movie this weekend. I didn't want to cancel on her. Today was our monthaversary and I promised to see that same exact movie with her.
“Come on bro! Don't cancel on me again. We haven't hung out in a while, let's just go ask your dad to give you a break. Hell, man you might even get laid. I heard Patrica’s favorite position is doggystyle. No way you can turn that down,” he said with a big grin. He’s only saying shit like this to tempt me by using my old fuck boy ways against me. Not happening. Still though, I wanted to laugh. I doubt there was any girl who could throw that ass back like my Princess. But hey, I’m pretty sure he lacked the knowledge of the joys of watching that ass clap while your girl rode you reverse cowgirl. Patricia and Rachel didn't even have asses, they had backs that turned into legs. Hard pass for me on the sex, but Aaron is my best bud and I owed him one so I’d do him this solid. I’m sure Layla will understand.
“I'll go man, but I'm not trying to have sex with her. Okay? Those girls really aren’t my type anymore.”
“Since when?” He asked confused.
“For a while now. Look Aaron, you’re my best friend but it's none of your business what type of pussy I like alright? So just drop it. I said I'll go on the stupid date with you that's all that matters.”
“Woah, chill out man. I get it. I'll set everything up, no sex.” Nodding I got up and walked out of my room to my to upstairs game room. I needed to tell Layla about the change of plans, and with Aaron here he’d be nosy and try to listen in on my call. I pull out my second phone and called my Princess.
“DAAADDYYYY!!!!” She squeals right away in the phone making me laugh. I know this was unexpected for her because we really only talk at night and just text in the morning, so I knew why she was so happy.
“Hey Princess? How's Daddy’s girl doing?” I asked smiling into the phone.
“I'm doing good. I stayed after school to watch Dro, Trey and Sean practice for the big game this coming Friday.”
“You’re behaving yourself right?” I asked seriously. I know I had no reason getting jealous when I just set up a freaking date with another girl but still, Layla was my Princess.
“Yes Da-“
“Who is this?” A male voice came through the phone and I sit up already getting pissed.
“Justin stop it! Give me my phone back!” I heard Layla scream in the background.
“Nah I want to know who you been cheating on me with.” The male voice said.
“Uhm who is this?” I asked growing more pissed by the second.
“Justin, Layla's boyfriend.” He said sounding smug.
“JUSTIN HOW COULD YOU?!” I heard Layla scream.
“What Princess? He has to know.” The guy said. Then Layla comes back on frantic.
“Hello? Hello? Josh? Baby say something? He-“
“You're seriously cheating on me?” I feel my heart drop into my stomach and my heart start beating a thousand miles a minute.
“What? No Josh I would never! You know I wouldn’t do that to you!”
“Then who the fuck was that guy? Why would he say he’s your boyfriend? And he called you Princess? What the FUCK Layla?!”
“Josh I'm not cheating on you. I promise.” She said in a small voice that made me want to calm down and go to her, but I couldn't. Who was that guy? He'd called her Princess. I felt betrayed.
“Look whatever, I was just calling to cancel our date this weekend anyway.” I say with an attitude, but my heart was doing crazy things.
“What? But Daddy you promised you'd take me-“
“I'm not your fucking Daddy Layla! Grow the fuck up. You know what? I'm done! You can keep the phone.” I didn't know where this anger was coming from, but it was there and it had me acting irrational.
“But Josh you said you'd always be the
re. Please d-don't break up with m-me.” She said quietly and I could hear the sniffles and tears in her voice. I bit my lip ready to apologize, ready to tell her I was over reacting but then I heard him again.
“Awww, why you crying Princess?”
“Fuck this. I'm done with you Layla.”
“JOSH NO!” I hear before I hang up the phone. I was shaking. I could feel the phone going off in my hand and in a fit of anger I threw the phone against the wall, instantly regretting it.
“Fuck.” I go over picking up the pieces. “Fuck me, I’m an idiot.” I sit on my bed looking at the pieces of the phone as if staring would magically put it back together. “What the fuck did I do? What if she needs me? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Unfortunately Aaron chose that moment to come in looking around, being nosy as usual.
“What happened? I heard a crash.” He looked at me frowning. “Josh are you okay?”
“Yeah, I'm good. I just broke up with my girl.” I said shrugging, still trying to put the pieces together.
“So you were dating someone! HA! I knew it. Wait, if you were dating someone, why didn't you just bring your girl on the date? Wait… is this the reason you two broke up? If it is, I’m sorry. Call her back and I’ll tell h-” He was firing off questions that I didn't even want to answer right now. I just hold my hand up, trying to quiet him down.