Daddy's Pet (Lost Coast Daddies Romance Book 5)

by Olivia Fox

  He arched one questioning brow and sat. I stuck my bootie out for his benefit and sat next to him.

  “These need to come off,” he said, pulling my feet in his lap and undoing the straps of my sandals in a move I found touching and sexy. Afterward, he pulled me toward him, and said, “You were magnificent tonight, Scarlett.”

  “Who me? I’m just a little old farm girl trying to get by.”

  “Not like any farm girl I’ve ever met.” He placed kisses along my neckline, which made me wonder if I could pull this whole thing off before he had me undressed. His tongue plundered my mouth, tasting of mint chocolate chip, and by the time we finished the kiss, we each moaned our frustration aloud.

  Time’s up, my inner sex kitten announced. It’s now or never. This is your moment to take a chance, little girl.

  Scarlett

  I cleared my throat, hoping that doing so would prepare me to call him by that name, and rubbed my palms over the silk skirt of my dress.

  “Um, may I ask you something, Daddy?” Aiden jerked his head back when I said this, which didn’t make proceeding any easier.

  Say something, please, don’t leave me sitting on this mini sofa like a dope. Please, Aiden, please answer the question and don’t humiliate me.

  “Daddy?” he asked, his spine stiff and the languid luster of desire infused his gaze.

  “Is it okay if I call you that?” I ran my fingers up and down his arm. “Daddy?”

  He stretched his shoulders back and nodded. “Go on. I’m all ears, princess.”

  Game to try anything, I’d play this part. In this last chance for a wild fling, I might as well go all the way. No more Ms. Nice Scarlett.

  Scarlett the Harlot was in town.

  “I wondered if you would… would….”

  “What, baby girl? Anything. Ask me anything.”

  I examined the abstract painting over his bed, made up of swaths of teal, glitter, and every shade of blue on the white canvas.

  “Kiss me one more time, and I’ll be able to ask you.”

  His relentless kiss, had his tongue swooping in my mouth to claim mine, and his hands palmed my breasts and teased my nipples until I squirmed on his love seat.

  With a hand on each of his shoulders, I pushed him backward. His breathing heavy, and, oh my, his trousers tented in a way that looked painful.

  I leaned in and looked him straight in the eye. “I wondered if you’d show me how you touch yourself so I can learn how to best make you come.”

  There were moans, and there were groans. I thought of a moan as a typical sign of pleasure. A groan held the weight of complaint with it. And my feminine wiles found satisfaction when Aiden groaned, “Scarlett, sweet girl, you will be the death of me.”

  My body was an art object.

  An artist wanted to paint me.

  My words alone made this gorgeous specimen of a male groan.

  Those thoughts gave me the courage for what I did next; stand and peel my slinky dress over my head in one smooth motion. I tossed my hair back into place and stood before him so he looked at me, took me in like a vista, like a flower in the garden, like the sinking of the sun. That’s how beautiful Aiden’s stare made me. His eyes followed my every move.

  “That looks so uncomfortable. Let me help you Get more comfortable.” I leaned my head down so my coif spilled onto his lap. I wanted him to hold my hair in his fist and guide me it like a handle.

  My fingers shook as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants so that his cock shoved out against his boxers.

  “Are you going to show me, Daddy?” His body poised inflexible, as if poised to pounce. “Show me how.”

  He stood and shucked his shirt and pants to the floor, so he stood in front of me in all of his thick, swollen glory. “Do you want to touch it, princess?”

  “Is it okay?” I rocked myself from side to side.

  “Oh yes, Daddy loves it when you touch it.”

  “Like that?” I rubbed the end of the head with no finesse. “You’d better show me. I don’t know how.”

  “Come here. I’ll show you.” He clutched my hand, almost painfully. For him, the grip was his average handshake. To me, it squeezed like a vice.

  I followed him onto the bed, and we arranged ourselves against the pillows, sitting up against the headboard. He stroked himself, watching my face while he did it. It was so overt, the penis. Right out in the open, not hidden away like the female counterpart. And his extended all the way out there, mercy.

  “It’s okay if I watch?”

  “Yes, but I’d like you to touch me.”

  “Oh.” I stared at the ceiling, pretending to deliberate. Such an awful tease. I couldn’t help myself. If this is what it was like having a daddy, I wanted more.

  Aiden

  Whatever Scarlett played at, it was killing me. Almost as if she were using terms that a little would use on purpose and teasing me by calling me “Daddy.” I was worse than a nineteenth century heroine in love with a rake, but I wanted to accept her words as truth—that she wanted to be my little girl. Oh, how I wanted to believe.

  I’d never responded to a female based on smell and the sound of her voice, as I did with Scarlett.

  And like a nineteenth century heroine in trouble, getting hurt again scared me.

  “Am I doing it right?”

  All my worries fled when she wrapped her warm hands around my shaft and caressed me up and down.

  “You are doing it perfectly… oh Judas Priest!” She had me frozen beneath her touch. I wanted to bury myself in her, but if I moved the severe pleasure might stop.

  Oh fuck, she stopped.

  “Can you show me again? I like to see you do it so I can learn.” She looked up at me, mouth ajar, no idea of the fuckable picture she presented.

  I rubbed a finger back and forth across her lips before moving my hand to my cock. As I stroked myself, she got on her knees and elbows so she could watch from a closer distance. She licked her lips.

  “It’s a little dry,” I hinted.

  “Should I use my mouth to make it wet?”

  I groaned and dropped my head back on my neck in response. She put that scalding tongue of hers on me and swirled it around the top of my head, the most sensitive part, and took over for my hands. I lost all sense of place and time, forgetting even who I was as she French kissed the top of my penis.

  I grabbed her hair so I could look at her mouth on me—her endless, slow licks from head to base teased my most sensitive area with her wet, glistening tongue and circled it around the top.

  Unable to help myself, I held her in place and pumped myself into her mouth in quick strokes. She surprised me by deep throating me, lapping the base of my cock with her tongue while my cock plunged deep inside her mouth. She moaned and gave me lustful looks, an erotic combination with the sight of her round, wiggling ass raised in the air as she sucked.

  I used her hair to pull her mouth off me. “If you don’t stop what you’re doing, little one, I’ll come right down your throat.” Her chest rose and fell with her excited breaths. This turned her on, and that made me a lucky man.

  “You need to come, Aiden.” With that, she dove onto my dick. No other way to describe it. This time her ass thrust in the air, and she wriggled her enjoyment, feeding mine as I observed the erotic sight of the silky black fabric slipping toward her ribs.

  Scarlett continued to deep throat me, pumping the base of me, and when she coaxed the orgasm out of me, so intense; it spread through my entire body and went on for at least a minute. It felt like thousands of orgasms, one after the other. I forgot where about my surroundings and who I was and became immersed in pleasure.

  Aiden

  I suspected it wouldn’t be long before I was ready for another round of fooling around with Scarlett. Wrong way to put it. More like the scent, sound, and sensation of her had the power to make me hard in seconds. Beyond my lust, I wanted her to let me into her heart.

  “See, that wasn’t so bad, wa
s it?” I asked.

  “No.” She turned her head away from me. “I love putting my mouth on you.”

  I laughed and pulled her to my side. “Sorry, I meant the date. Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

  She rubbed her soft palm over my chest hair and pecs, and if I were a cat, I would have purred. “On the contrary, I had a fantastic time. Your aunt is so interesting and loves you to pieces.”

  “She’s a very special person.”

  “Well, some of that rubbed off.” She lowered her lips to my bicep and kissed me there, a gesture I found adorable. One that gave me the courage to say what was needed.

  “I think you’re extraordinary.” I loved stroking my hand over the back of her head and touching her silken tress. “You’ve got an excellent reason to be wary of getting involved with another man, but I wonder if you’d consider letting me see you again.” Her hand paused its petting, and her entire body tensed up in my arms at my words. I told myself to wait, give it a minute and let her take it in.

  Her breath expelled. “I like you too, Aiden.” She fisted the sheets, a handful in each palm, released it, and continued on repeat. “But one thing I learned through all of this is that if I don’t fend for myself, no one else will.” She continued squeezing the sheets like they were cow udders. “I’ve been on my own for over three years. Not all of it’s been sunshine and roses, but I can tell you I’m happier than I’ve ever been.” Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Her kneading held my eyes in a trance. “I can’t risk getting involved with someone right now.”

  I was a horrible man. While plotting out my next move to ensure that Scarlett found her way underneath me again, I said instead, “I get it. He hurt you. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault. You did nothing to me but show me a delightful time.”

  Ouch. That one smarted. The more she resisted, the more convinced I became that Scarlett would be better off mine. “I asked you out for more than just a hookup. Have you been with any other men since Dinkus?” She shook her head. “It makes sense that you would be afraid to give up your independence and risk getting hurt again.”

  Scarlett stopped milking the sheet and stared up at me, inviting me to take her lips. Which I did, hungrily. Her mouth tasted like berries, making my dick declare its readiness for her yet again.

  Then my baby girl said, “Forget about commitment. Why don’t you climb on top of me and fuck me like a Viking?”

  Now I ask you, what man walking this earth could resist an offer like that from a woman like Scarlett?

  Scarlett

  Lying with Aiden in his bed, I admitted the guy was the hottest thing I had ever come across. After being left for another woman, Aiden’s appreciation felt damn good. But it had to end there. Right?

  My mind replayed the memory of our last time making love. Love? Not sure what to call our adventure, but it seemed too complex for mere hookup sex. Too much mental stimulation in the game to qualify as a booty call.

  Dude got me in a way that I didn’t get myself.

  After his sweet understanding over my scaredy-cat approach to commitment, he did a cursory dance over safe words. First time in my life I’d talked safe words with a suitor. That’s what Aiden called himself “my suiter.” Adorable. He came off as a gentleman, and yet he flipped that switch in an instant to make me obey.

  Thus the safe word.

  It started out with his lips and tongue exploring my skin, tracing fevered trails across my curves and valleys. After he sipped at my nipples and sucked at my breasts, marking me with his ardor, I thrashed beneath him. “Please… Aiden, I need—”

  “What do you call me, baby girl? I can’t understand you unless you address me correctly.”

  “Please, pretty Daddy, please, put your tongue on me.”

  He tortuously slid the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other, traced a circle around, pulled with his lips until it popped in the air. Then he made his way back to the other one again until I thought I might explode.

  “Now, Ms. Scarlett, since you ask so nicely, how can I refuse?”

  But that wasn’t the hot of it. His mouth then had his way with my pussy his way with my pussy. Aiden nibbled and sucked at my clit, and filled me with his fingers until the orgasms flooded my body.

  And it wasn’t over yet.

  “Remember your safe word, kitten.”

  “Red.”

  “Good girl.” He dipped his head to take hold of my clit with his teeth one last time, sending me stumbling into another round of ecstasy, luring me into thinking things were wrapped up. My safe word unuttered for the moment, he could lick me all day long.

  He didn’t refer to licking.

  He crawled up the mattress toward me, and reminded me of a stalking cat.

  Then he took control by pinning my wrists to the bed, warning, “I’m going to stretch you wide, princess. He grabbed his impressive length to rub around my opening, getting himself nice and wet. Sweet, but unnecessary; I was wetter than water, which he noticed by saying, “My princess is soaked. Here you go, baby.” And then he plunged himself into my depths. For a moment, the sensation drove out thought. I wailed at his ceiling from the mind-boggling sensations. He slowly dragged himself backward, sawing his hips at me, gradually speeding up until I bounced beneath him on the mattress.

  Still pinning me down on the bed by my wrists, he raised up and stared down at me. “Don’t you hide from me, Scarlett. Look at me. Look at who owns you.”

  What happened next had the power to drench my undies instantly any time it came to mind.

  He alternated between choking me and covering my mouth, all the while pumping into me with that fevered rod, fucking me until I ricochet off of it like a rag doll, and I heard the unmistakable squelch of my arousal against his pistoning erection.

  There was something undeniably hot about him being the boss of me which had an impact on my lady bits.

  “Are you going to come for me like a good girl? Because Daddy’s going to come. He’ll wait for his princess. She needs to come first.”

  He flipped his switch again, so quickly, effortlessly from commanding Dom to gentle Daddy.

  Pay attention, Scarlett. Enjoy this. Take it all in because this might be the last dose of Daddy you’re allowed to take for a while.

  I nuzzled into the down pillow behind me, luxuriating in the sight of Aiden’s biceps bulging to the left and right of me - a perfect cage. He slid back into a plank position, trapping me in place by my wrists. From time to time I would pretend to try to escape, wriggling beneath him. My futile attempt prompted, “Stay still. Stop squirming, little one. You’re just turning me on when you struggle.” His arousal swelled bigger inside of me to prove his point.

  DDlg tricks aplenty up my sleeve, I decided to pull out all the stops tonight. “Choke me again, Daddy. I like it when you do it.”

  My big daddy obliged, squeezing my throat and covering my eyes, giving me hard fucking as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “Be a good girl now. Don’t make a sound, and Daddy will make you squirt while he fucks you.” Still squeezing, he slowed his strokes and dragged his other hand to my pleading clit, which stuck out like a large pebble from my pussy lips. He growled in my ear, “How did I get so lucky to come across a baby girl who needed a daddy? A little girl with the prettiest pussy lips and tastiest clit?”

  His fingers in combo with his buried cock launched me into outer space, he covered my mouth again to suppress the sounds I shrieked into his palm and I bit him there. My lion dominated my lady bits with his pounding, roaring his satisfaction into the air.

  My untamed side scratched his back in response.

  Later when both of us sprawled out on our backs, staring at the ceiling, an unwelcome visitor dropped by and reminded, Don’t get any ideas, Bitter Betty retorted. It’s only your biological clock getting wound.

  Right? I asked myself. Hormones explained everything.

  Scarlett

  Given our last “date,” which was not like a
ny date I’d ever encountered, the inferno between Aiden and I would not be easily extinguished. My plan for just a bootie call may have snared me for good. Our bedroom adventure ended with Aiden rising to the challenge and fucking me so hard that he covered my mouth so I wouldn’t wake the neighbors. It was one of the top three sexiest things a man ever did to me, with Aiden holding first and second place in that category as well. He gave my sex drive a tune-up, and my engine was purring along, sending constant tingling reminders that I needed to remember to fill ’er up regularly.

  Three days later, despite all that good sexing, I realized tonight would be one of those horrible nights. One of those nights when I would remember it all—the twenty-year-old girl who caught Darwood’s attention and the humiliation and betrayal of it. It was a low-ebbed fury in my gut, a niggling reminder that I gave six years of my prime away to a guy who treated me as less than human, let alone his wife. It made me want to dress sexy and drink tequila.

  But it wasn’t like I needed a man to show me a good time. I had my animals, my land, my ranch. Women didn’t need men these days. They could take care of themselves.

  I did just fine for the past three years.

  If I admitted it to myself, these were the longest three days I’d ever lived through. And I was the one who said I needed to slow down, take it easy. Aiden was ready to press go.

  For the first shot, I nabbed the Silver Patron out of the pantry.

  Here’s to pressing go!

  Down in one. The tequila hit the back of my throat all at once, straight to my head and caused an enjoyable spinning effect. Not a speck of food in my stomach, and Aiden wouldn’t be happy with that. He might even spank me. I settled a little deeper into my armchair with a second shot and sipped this one, enjoying the shivers that spilled down my back at the thought of Aiden’s punishments.