by Olivia Fox
I planned to bring an end to that very quickly.
I sat across his lower back so that my pussy was actually resting there. He let out a deep moan. I bent down so that my fringe fell upon his shoulder blades and my bare nipples rubbed across his back. I pretended that they were pencil erasers and rubbed back and forth across his shoulder blades as if there was a mark that I was trying to remove. My intent was to get him excited, and it had the added bonus of making me feel warm and tingly down there. I was sure he could feel it from where I was sitting on him.
Luke clearly wanted to roll over, and I let him. When he did, the sight that greeted me was so welcome that it made me start to pant.
“Did you miss me, Daddy?”
“Immensely, baby girl. So much so that I had to make myself come in the shower. But it wasn’t any substitute for feeling you like this.”
“I brought you something.” I held up the vanilla cupcake so that he could see it. I swiped some of the buttercream frosting off the top and smeared it across his lips.
Slowly.
Slowly… I lowered myself to his mouth so that the fringe teased across his chest again, and I licked off the vanilla frosting, making him moan. It tasted yummy and had a texture which gave me an idea.
Slippery.
The perfect medium for what I had in mind. I cleaned Daddy’s mouth with my little kitty tongue, working my way down to the hard protrusion poking into my belly. I loved the look of it. What was it about this part of a man that was so exciting when it was firm?
Soft at the tip. Velvet is a cliche. Almost silklike to the touch. I smeared a swipe of the creamy vanilla frosting across the tip after licking the drop of pre-ejaculate from his head. The salty would mix with the sweet, I thought to myself. I made a circle with my thumb and index finger, pushing it over the head of his gorgeous cock and squeezing slightly.
I lowered my mouth to the tip and swirled my tongue around the head, cleaning off the frosting and getting a tasty treat while making him thrust himself past my lips.
As I started to slowly bob my head up and down on his shaft, I continued to use my fingers to squeeze him and stroke up and down, intending to drive him crazy. As evidenced by the fact that his cock was pulsing in my hand. And the fact that he grabbed two fistfuls of my hair on either side of my head and started to thrust himself into my mouth, forcing me to take the entirety of his length until I could feel him at the back of my throat.
Thankfully, I’ve never had a gag reflex.
For some reason, being completely at his mercy, with him using my mouth like a pussy and fucking it as hard as he wanted to, was very exciting. Having absolutely no control made me wet.
But, without a doubt, if I wanted him to stop, he would. So really, who was in control?
It was a matter of him being at my mercy. I was the one with the power to make him come or not. At the same time, he had the power to make me take all of him into my wet mouth.
I heard him utter unintelligible things which expressed his pleasure at the ministrations of my mouth, and then with words: “Oh my God, you are such a good girl!”
I raised up off of him, “Thank you, Daddy,” I said, swiping some more of the creamy frosting with my fingers. This time, I put more of it on his shaft to enhance the slippery sensation as I stroked it and licked the tip with my tongue, looking into his eyes as I did so.
He closed his eyes and slammed his head back against the pillow. I felt a surge of sexual power; he couldn’t look at me while I performed because it was too exciting for him. I kept swooping my tongue across the tip of his spongy head, all the while stroking the granite-hard length of it in my hand.
Again, I took all of him in my mouth as I laid down on my side to enable him to better thrust in and out of my lips and reach to the back of my throat. This gave him the power to fuck my face as he wished.
Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth and stopped. He pinned my wrists under his arms and raised himself up over me, holding me down so that I couldn’t move.
“Who’s your Daddy?” he asks.
“You are,” I replied.
“That’s right. Now you hold still and be a good girl.”
He lowered himself down to the furnace between my legs. My back arched hard when he put his mouth there, having waited so long to feel it.
Since meeting Luke, I had been so goddamned horny day and night. The sweep of his tongue on my pussy made me feel so sex-crazed. I grabbed his hair and rubbed its softness while he licked me, licked me, and licked me. I raised my hips off the bed, shoving myself into his face and letting him taste me as I came.
In his mouth.
I couldn’t stand it. I felt so helpless. I wanted him to be on top of me now. I wanted him to hold me.
“Daddy, come here. Please. Please, Daddy.”
He was still so hard, and I wanted to feel him inside me so that we were the closest we could be. He raised up over me on his elbows.
“You are so beautiful, princess. I’ve never been with anyone like you before. I’ve never felt like this before.” After he said this, he plunged the entire length of himself into my desperate pussy and started to pump. His feet were wedged against the footboard so that he had leverage to fuck me hard with all his strength. I wrapped my legs around him, giving him better access to my pussy, and he moaned greedily.
We fit together perfectly.
I wanted him so badly. He took my tit in his mouth. I could feel another orgasm continuing to build.
His cock was touching the best places inside me, rubbing me in a way I’d never felt before. It was as if we were made to fit together. He touched me just right.
Everywhere.
He kept fucking me hard—there was desperation to his thrusting—and I grabbed his hair. I moaned and whimpered and screamed, unable to help myself.
He started to thrust faster and harder with his hips. “Oh my God, princess. I’m going to come inside you.”
“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me. Come in me.”
He tossed his head back and let out a long moan, almost as if he was hurt. Except I knew better. He fell on top on me, and I lay there savoring what I was able to do to this man with my mouth, my tongue, and my pussy.
I had taught my Daddy a lesson.
10
Luke
“Did you tell her yet?”
“Tell her what?” I asked Logan.
He bent down and rested both his elbows on my granite countertop. “Did you tell her that you’re a frickin’ mogul in the solar industry?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous, Luke. Look, not every woman is going to go after you just because you have a well-stocked cupboard of cash. Gracie seems like a really nice girl who is really into you. There’s nothing wrong with having huge success early on in your life. You need to learn to enjoy it more.”
I blended the tri-tip marinade and stirred with the whisk, perhaps a little bit too vigorously, splashing the ingredients onto the counter.
“Look, it’s fine as is. She thinks I came over to Sofie’s house as a repairman. She doesn’t need to know the ins and outs of my business at this stage. It’s still early. I’m not interested in telling her that my enhanced solar charge controller was sold to Sun Fun Technologies.
“So,” said Logan, swirling his celery into the buffalo chicken dip that I had made earlier, “apart from that, how’s it going with Gracie staying here?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know… I just mean… um, what’s going on between you two? I can’t help but notice she’s extremely attractive and seems exactly your type: clumsy, a little messy, kind of a wreck. Like maybe she needs someone to rescue her.” He pointed to the breakfast nook where Gracie’s bunny, an array of cupcakes stacked on a plate so high that they spilled over the edges and onto the table cloth, and many decorative shopping bags were strewn across the table. “She seems funny and sweet. Lot different from the last person you were with.”
“Look,” I told Logan, “it’s not like I am ‘with’ anyone now. She is staying here until I can fix Sofie’s solar array.”
“Okay, all right. I didn’t mean to upset you. Just making an observation.”
I whisked harder. “Oh, who am I kidding, man? You’re my best friend; I can tell you. She has me wrapped around her frickin’ little finger.”
“I knew it!” Logan punched a fist into the air. I watched as his mind meandered back to the here and now. His brow furrowed slightly. “Wait a minute? What’s the deal, then? If you guys are getting along, if you think she’s great…what’s the problem?”
“Well, I don’t feel right talking about it. I did something really stupid today. I tried to go to a shrink to get some advice about how to deal with Gracie.”
“Deal with Gracie? What do you mean?”
“You know, the sex is great. And she and I enjoy hanging out with each other, but sometimes, it’s like I can’t protect her from the things inside her head. Things from the past that make her react a certain way to things that happen now. I can’t figure it out, and I hate to see her like that.”
Logan chewed his second celery stick noisily, apparently enjoying my rudimentary culinary delights.
“By chance, these reactions that Gracie has… would they be a bit like panic attacks? Like she gets real anxious in certain situations sometimes?”
“Bingo. How did you know that?”
“Luke, man… I guess you’ve only known Gracie a few days, and it sure as heck took me longer than that to get Sofie to open up about her past. Both of them grew up without parents who took good care of them. They lived their middle and high school years in a foster home for girls. Whatever led them to be taken away from their parents couldn’t have been easy. It’s hard to imagine the things they have seen. You had it tough enough: your dad and his temper, his drinking. But the girls were actually homeless before being put into the foster home for girls.”
I stopped whisking and stared at the olive oil, the garlic, and the floating circles of balsamic that had all suddenly lost their appetizing qualities. Part of me couldn’t believe that Gracie hadn’t told me about this. On the other hand, it made perfect sense. The fact that you had been homeless as a little kid and the scary things you must have seen along the way wasn’t exactly something you’d share with someone you barely knew.
Hearing this, it surprised me that Gracie could even get out of bed every morning. It seemed like a panic attack or two was nothing compared to the impact that such a childhood could have had on her ability to get through the day.
“Oh, man,” I said to Logan, “that explains a lot. I feel like such a jerk. I went to see that therapist, you know, and she practically laughed me out of her office when I said that I was there to talk to her on behalf of someone else.”
“Oh really?” Logan asked.
“Yeah. In fact, we did end up talking about me and things that I didn’t want to talk about, but in the end, I figured that as I was there spending a hundred bucks an hour, I might as well get something out of it.”
“And did you learn anything useful?”
“Well, you know how my sister is always hounding me about how being a child of an alcoholic means certain things and has effected me in certain ways? How all us kids have the same negative characteristics, and if we’re not careful we’ll end up alcoholics ourselves, yada, yada, yada?” Logan nodded his head affirmative.
Well, this therapist basically asked me questions about how I felt to be around a panic attack with Gracie when I could not control her. She let me know that I may have an overdeveloped sense of responsibility, which meant it’s easier for me to be concerned with others rather than myself. She told me this was one coping strategy for an adult child of an alcoholic and it was a way of not looking too closely at our own faults.
It had given me something to think about. If I realized that I was feeling out of control and like I couldn’t handle it, I could always go back to see her again.
Right now, I’m very happy with the way things stand. My business is doing great. We have Josh’s wedding coming up next week and Gracie said she would go with me as my date. So yeah, I think things have never been better, man. You’re doing well with Sofie, and you make a great couple. Let’s just see where things go.
Let’s get this shit on the grill. We’ll have a good meal and maybe play some Cards Against Humanity after.”
We walked out to the deck where Gracie and Sofie sat in the sunshine with their feet up, both admiring their newly painted nails.
And I had to admit it—they looked just as pretty as two soft petals on the bud of a rose.
11
Gracie
I decided to go back to the Under My Spell clothing store for two reasons.
1. I needed something new to wear to the wedding that I was going to with Luke next weekend.
2. I wanted to see Ariana and give her the social media package that I had put together for her.
Granted, it wasn’t anywhere near what I charged for my usual customers but I could tell that her stuff would take off given the right marketing launch on the Internet. She could increase her profit in a huge way just by expanding her customers from this tiny town to the world at large. She had an amazing eye, and I wanted to help her out. That in itself was worthwhile. I had enough high-paying customers to be able to do things like this once in a while.
I walked in the door to find that, this time, Ariana wasn’t behind the counter. Instead, an older woman with a cream-colored piano shawl around her shoulders was responsible for tending to the shop floor. She had her back to me so that I could stare admiringly at the huge, embroidered hot pink peonies which trailed down her back and were surrounded by a floral rainbow of twisting vines, garden flowers, and butterflies, which wound their way across the fabric and hung in that classic triangular shape and covered her small, curvy form. Stunning.
On top of her head, a huge, silver streaked bun was held in place with two silver chopsticks that criss-crossed each other.
“Good morning.” She spun around. “Hope I didn’t startle you. I was hoping to see Ariana today.”
“She won’t be in until this afternoon,” she smiled, and deep wrinkles radiated out from the corners of her eyes like cat whiskers. “How do you know my Ariana?”
“I met her the other day when I bought a cute little skirt. I was talking to her about marketing her store online.”
“Ariana doesn’t have a store on the Internet,” she said. “This is the only store that Ariana owns.”
“Oh, yes, I know. What I mean is that I’ve put together some ideas about how she could sell her style concepts online.”
“Style concepts?” The woman started to giggle. “Ariana has always had an artistic flair when it comes to dressing herself and others.”
“Well, why don’t I just leave this here for her?” I put the embossed satin portfolio folder containing my proposal on the counter. It was held closed by a silk bow. “She can get in touch with me whenever. In the meantime, I want to check out some of your lovely dresses. I’m going to a wedding on Saturday.”
“Are you going to Josh’s wedding?”
“Yes, do you know Josh, too? He’s a friend of a friend.”
“A very good man. Who also happens to be marrying Ariana’s sister.”
“Oh my gravy! Well, I guess I’ll see Ariana on Saturday, then.”
“Absolutely. She might be busy with bridesmaid duties, but you can maybe talk to her at the reception about what you had in mind.”
“That would be great,” I said. “Sooo, let me look around. I don’t even want to tell you what size I am. You’re so petite and dainty.”
“It doesn’t really matter what size a woman is. What matters is the size of her heart.”
“I really do appreciate that Ariana stocks all sizes. Sometimes it’s hard for me to find clothes that fit.”
“Yes, she likes putting outfits together for all kinds of bodie
s.”
One Week Later:
Oh my God! Was Luke actually kissing her? As I walked over to talk to Ariana about the business proposal I had prepared for her, I saw Luke on the other side of the barn where the wedding was being held.
He was looking down on a blonde bombshell who he had backed against the wall. I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing. The fact that he had one hand placed on top of each of her shoulders made it seem as if someone had poured a trickle of anguish down my throat which seeped throughout my chest cavity. I couldn’t stand it.
I turned quickly on my heel and almost crashed into Ariana, who was stood directly in front of me. “Where did you come from?” I snapped at her.
“Hey, slow down there, Sparky. I was just coming to talk to you about the business proposal you left me.”
“UGH! Sorry, it’s just… I just saw something that I didn’t want to see at all.”
“What’s going on? This is a wedding, you know. It’s supposed to be a happy occasion. Don’t jinx the happy couple’s love with your grumpy angst. What’s got your goat, anyway?”
“There’s this guy…”
“Oh, Lord! Doesn’t it always start out that way?” she said.
“He’s not my boyfriend, but I’ve been staying at his place. It sounds weird, I know. It’s complicated. I just saw him with this blonde woman over there, and I don’t have a clue who she is.”
“Just a minute. Let me go inspect. I’ll be your eyes on the ground.” Ariana walked casually around the corner with one eyebrow raised, shaking her head back and forth. “Listen,” she said. “You cannot pay attention to what you just saw. At all. When I walked around the corner, all I saw was Luke with his finger in Sylvia’s face reading her the riot act about trying to come on to him. Listen, Sylvia is bad news. She left Luke a long time ago, and now the only reason she’s back is because she’s heard that Luke is rich. Like multi-multi-millionaire rich, okay—and he can see straight through Sylvia.”
