Trained By My Girlfriend's Dad: A M/M Straight To Gay First Time Romance

by Charlotte Storm

  Darryl squeezes my dick too hard, adding pain into the pleasure tornado about to level me.

  “I’ll whip you, Dominic. It won’t be gentle. I told you your ass is mine. In all the ways, it’s mine.”

  The thought of getting beat by this man should terrify me. Well, it does, but it also pushes me over the edge.

  “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Shit. Shit!”

  The first squirt that leaves my dick is excruciating. First off, I didn’t have the shot glass in place, so I’m going to pay for that. Secondly, I haven’t come in five days, which means a lot of build up all trying to exit my cock at the same time.

  Closing my eyes tight, I shout my relief, all while trying to hold steady a small glass. I give up, decide to shove the head of my dick inside the glass. It mostly works.

  I let go, come apart, in Darryl’s more than capable hands.

  “Fuck, Dominic. You look so beautiful when you come just for me.” Darryl’s hot breath caresses my ear, skims down the side of my neck. “When you give me what’s mine.”

  “I am yours. I’m yours. I’m yours,” I keep repeating as my orgasm goes from blinding bliss to sensitive all over.

  The sound of a car pulling into the driveway should be enough to snap me from my pleasure haze, make Darryl release me so I can pull up my pants. That doesn’t happen. Instead, Darryl presses against my prostate again, milks my cock with his expert fingers. More spills out, filling the shot glass to almost full.

  A car door closes. I know Julie’s coming up the walkway. I’m too wrecked to do anything about it, too high on Darryl to care if she catches us.

  Pulling his fingers from my ass, Darryl bites my shoulder hard enough that I crash back to earth from whatever heaven he sent me to. “Better get dressed,” he says. “She’s almost to the door.”

  By some miracle, I manage to pull up my sleep pants without falling over. I’m settling them over my hips when the door opens. Darryl’s at the sink, washing his hands, when his daughter calls for him. “Dad?”

  “In here.” He dries his hands and sits at the bar to eat the breakfast I made for him, as if nothing happened.

  Julie breezes into the kitchen, her skin glistening from the yoga workout she just got back from. She doesn’t glance my way once as she slides onto the barstool next to her father.

  Almost slides onto it. At the last second, she glances at the seat, at the shot glass I left sitting there.

  “What the fuck?”

  Darryl grabs it, slides it across the counter toward me. The smirk on his lips is downright wicked. I know it’s because the look on my face betrays the level of mortification I feel leaching out of every pore.

  “It’s Dominic’s protein shot.” Darryl nods his chin at the glass, encouraging me to drink it right here. Right now. “He must’ve set it down when he brought me my plate.”

  Julie wrinkles her nose. “He’s making you breakfast now?” she says to her father.

  “Every morning,” he admits as he cuts into a perfectly cooked egg. “You told me not to let him off easy.”

  Julie’s grin matches her father’s. “I did. Glad to see you taking my advice.” Her eyes give me a once over. “Even better to see you aren’t letting him get too much beauty sleep.”

  She turns from her father to me. “You look like shit, Dom.”

  Because your father just finger-fucked and jacked me into oblivion, I want to say. I don’t. Not even close.

  Instead, I pull out my best impression of manners. “And you look lovely as always, Julie. San Diego sunshine looks good on you.”

  Julie’s hard demeanor softens, even if only for a moment. In that moment, I see what she doesn’t want me to. She feels guilty for something. I don’t know what, and I don’t want her to feel guilty for anything.

  “Please tell me you’re having fun with you friends. With Jordan.”

  Her eyes widen. She fidgets with the hem of her shirt. “Uh, yeah.” She glances at her father. “Jordan and I are spending lots of time together. Well, and my other friends, too.”

  “Good,” I say, and mean it. “That’s good, Julie. I want you to be happy.”

  “I am, Dom. Thanks.” She waves her hand in my direction. “I’m just sorry my dad is working you to death. At least he’s letting you get a tan.”

  “He’s working me, alright,” I mutter.

  Darryl clears his throat. “Speaking of work, you don’t want to let your vitamin shot go to waste, do you?” He eyes the shot glass on the counter. “You’re going to need all of your energy.”

  I lick my lips, try not to glance at Julie, as I pick up the shot glass.

  “That looks nasty, Dom,” she says.

  She isn’t wrong.

  “It is,” I say, mentally preparing myself to drink down my release that’s now room temperature. “But it’s good for me.”

  My eyes lock on Darryl’s as I bring the glass to my lips, tilt my head back, and let my seed slide down my throat.

  Chapter 14

  Darryl

  After drinking the coffee Dominic made for me, and going for a five mile run, I decide to spend some time in my home office, check on my stock portfolio, do some trading before taking a swim.

  I’m just about done with the trading when my phone buzzes, alerting me to a text. It’s from Owen.

  Owen: Good morning, sir. Haven’t heard from you in over a week. Was hoping to serve your needs tonight.

  Shit. Owen. With everything going on with Dominic, I haven’t had a chance to let him go. Guess now’s a good time.

  I heft out a sigh, thumb a quick response.

  Me: Your service has been appreciated. Your contract is fulfilled. I won’t be calling on you again. All the best.

  I toss down my phone, finish what I’m doing, and head to my room to change into my swim trunks. Julie’s already out there. I want to spend some time with her while I can.

  Since Dominic’s staying here, she’s been staying with friends. Though, I suspect friends is code for Jordan. He’s a good kid. Has carried a torch for Julie since high school. They were too young for anything serious back then. They’re still too young, but I can’t deny that they’re good for each other.

  Dude better not fuck it up. Or I’ll fuck him up. Never been above going caveman where my daughter is concerned.

  The buzz of my phone draws me back into my office when I pass by on my way outside. I check my phone. There are twelve texts from Owen, each more frantic than the last. Each begging me not to break this off.

  Shit. This is not what I need. I knew I let this drag on with Owen too long. But he’s one of the best subs I’ve had, and I’d gotten complacent.

  There was never any worry I’d get attached. Owen never was that for me. Hell, it was hard enough opening up to Dominic, something I swore I’d never do again. Yes, it felt good to let go, to share some of my burden. Feels even better Dominic still wants me, still chooses me to take his virginity, even after what he learned.

  Problem is, that same feeling has brought us closer. Too close. I can tell Dominic wants more. I want to give him more. I won’t, because this is temporary. When he goes back to college, I’m letting him go. For good.

  Just like I have to let Owen go.

  Me: Our arrangement was clear. Do not contact me again.

  I slam down my phone harder than I intend. Thankfully, the screen doesn’t crack. I leave it in my office, close the door, and head to the pool.

  I need to cool off, stretch my muscles, swim until my lungs burn. It’ll give me something else to focus on besides the ache deep in my chest that took up residence when Mason died. A consuming longing I’d locked up tight until Dominic came along and picked the lock.

  “Hey, Dad. Everything okay?” Julie looks up from her book, some sappy romance novel. Her lips are tilted in a frown, her head cocked to the side like she does when she’s about to get curious.

  I roll out my shoulders, try and play it cool. “Yeah, sweetie. Don’t worry. Just work stuff.” />
  I toss my towel on the lounge chair next to her and dive in. The water is cool against my heated flesh, the silence of submergence the exact thing I need to get my mind off unpleasant shit.

  After doing laps to the point of exhaustion, I pull myself out of the water and lay out on the chair to get some sun.

  “Dad?” Julie says in her cutesy voice the moment I’m settled.

  I grunt, my way of giving her permission to continue, and warning her I’m not in the best mood.

  “I was wondering if I could invite Jordan over for a barbeque. You know, because the way you grill is amazing. And because...”

  She pauses until I open my eyes and look at her. When I do, she shrugs, bites her lower lip.

  “Just say it, Julie-bug.”

  “Jordan and I are dating. I want the two of you to spend time together, get to know each other again.”

  The water left on my skin from my recent dip in the pool evaporates. It’s one of those hot days in San Diego. Zero cloud cover. A bit on the humid side for my liking.

  “Dad? Say something.”

  “How about Saturday?”

  Now it’s Julie’s turn to stay silent too long. “Really? You’re saying yes?” she finally says.

  I sit up in my chair, turn and face my daughter. “Yeah. Why? Do you want me to say no?”

  Julie dog-ears the page she’s on and sets her book down on the lounge chair. “No. It’s just that you’ve always been overprotective of me.”

  “You’re my little girl. It’s a father’s job. It’s also my job to know when to let go, let you grow up. I don’t have to like it, and I don’t have to like your boyfriends. I like Jordan. He’s good for you.”

  Julie’s eyes widen. She bites her lip. “Okay, then. Saturday is great. Better than great. I’m just...I thought this would be a bigger fight, that’s all.”

  The last thing I’m about to do is give my daughter shit for who she’s dating. Not when I’m training her ex.

  I push to my feet, ready to dive in the pool again. “I’m full of surprises.”

  I’m just about to jump when Julie says, “Yeah. About surprises. I think it would be best if Dom wasn’t here that day. Even better if news of our plans comes from you.”

  Why the hell would she think that?

  “It’s just, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dom,” she says.

  My skin heats from the sudden spike in blood pressure. Does she know about me and Dominic? I’d expect her to be pissed if she did, but maybe she doesn’t care like I thought she would?

  “I mean, he’s working for you now. You see him more than I do, mostly because I avoid him. It would mean a lot to me if you’d tell him to go somewhere else.”

  “You want me to kick him out so you can bring your new boyfriend over?”

  “Yes. Please,” she begs. Even sticks out her lip.

  “No,” I answer before diving into the pool. When I surface, I say, “Dominic stays.”

  I have a better idea of what to do with him.

  Chapter 15

  Darryl

  “You expect me to do what?”

  Dominic’s voice breaks on the last word. He’s so fucking cute when he gets nervous that I almost let the misbehavior slide.

  Almost.

  My fingers tighten around the leather grip of the riding crop. With my free hand, I caress Dominic’s ass currently on display, his torso bent over my knee. It might’ve been a few days ago he spilled several drops of his release from the shot glass, but I haven’t forgotten his punishment. I simply wanted him to think I’d forgotten.

  Rearing back, I let the crop fly. It lands with a satisfying smack against my sub’s ass. Even more satisfying is the yelp it elicits from him, followed by the beautiful red line across his flesh.

  “Mmm,” I groan at the angry shade of red on his ass cheek. His flesh isn’t the only thing I want to make sore. “I love it when you squirm.”

  Because I can, and because I want to, I spread his ass, watch his tight little hole pucker in anticipation of what I’m going to do to it.

  I want him. I’ve wanted to take him hard and fast since the moment I met him. But denial and patience is so much more fun, and I only get to claim his virginity once. On my terms.

  Currently, my terms include a test.

  “I-uh, I love when you make me squirm, sir.”

  Dominic presses his stiff cock into my thigh, the pressure providing him pleasure and relief. Two things that are mine to give, not his to take.

  I hit him again, harder. This time, when he gasps and presses into me, I push him off, make him stand. I watch as his cock bobs in the air, his slit quickly beading with precum.

  Pushing off the bed, I stand, drop the crop next to me so my hands are free. I wrap my fingers around his girth, study him for his reaction. He closes his eyes, leans into my touch. I swipe my thumb along his slit, gather the precum, then press my thumb against his lips.

  Like a good sub, he opens his supple mouth. It takes everything in me not to force him to his knees, shove my dick down his throat until I fill his stomach. Then fill it again for good measure.

  I take his mouth with mine, take in his taste. It’s addictive. I’d do almost anything for his flavor, not that I’d tell him that. Maybe it isn’t fair, me kissing him the way I do, more than any sub before him.

  I haven’t wanted to kiss someone this much since—

  “Did I do something wrong, sir?” Dominic asks with swollen lips when I pull away. More like, flinch away.

  Releasing a breath, I press my forehead against his. “No. It isn’t you.”

  Slow and steady, like I’m some wild animal about to spook, Dominic wraps his arms around my shoulders, tucks his head against my neck. His lips dance across my skin. So does electricity, the kind that thickens the air before a storm.

  Now, I’m the one who’s thick. Hard. God, I want him. I’ll have him. Soon.

  “I can’t wait for our personal day, tomorrow.” His voice is barely above a whisper as his mouth works its way across my collarbone, over my shoulder.

  Neither can I. And I hope it never comes.

  I need to open up to someone. There’s a part of me that craves the type of intimacy I lost with Mason. And yet, letting someone in is how I got hurt. It would be safer, smarter, to keep Dominic at arm’s length.

  He flicks out his tongue, nips at my shoulder. All I want is to pull him so close he’s under my skin.

  Already, he’s in too deep. Or maybe I’m the one in too deep.

  Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, the other around his throat, I pry him from me, remind him who’s in charge. “I can’t wait for you to do what I told you.”

  Dominic’s deep brown eyes widen. He licks his lips before saying, “I-I’ve never, uh, never done what you’re asking me to do.”

  I grin, because, fuck. I can’t help it. I love these little reminders at how new to all of this my virgin submissive is. “I know. That’s why we’re going to do it, so you can learn. No better way than to have someone show you.”

  “I thought that someone would be you, sir.” He tries to keep his tone light, compliant, but he sucks at hiding his feelings. He’s petrified, doesn’t know what to expect.

  I felt the same way my first few times with Phong.

  “It is me.” I squeeze his throat a bit tighter. “It just won’t only be me. You’re mine, Dominic.” I bite the sensitive flesh behind his ear. He gasps, then groans. “All mine. I don’t let just anyone touch what’s mine.”

  Releasing my grip on him, I step back, eye-fuck the length of his gorgeously naked body. “Do you trust me?” I ask.

  Dominic nods. His Adam’s apple slides down the front of his throat when he swallows. Shit. Now I’m thinking about him swallowing. We need to go before the appointment I set is ruined.

  “Then trust Phong,” I continue, ready to be in the car already, dick out, so Dominic can blow me on the way there. “He’s taught me a lot, carries all
the supplies we’ll need, and he always takes good care of my subs. He’ll take good care of you, too.”

  Something dark flashes across Dominic’s face before he schools his features. I choose to ignore the look. We don’t have time to get into the meaning behind it, and I’m too raw and impatient to face what I think it might be.

  “Get dressed,” I say, instead of what he wants me to.

  I know Dominic well enough to know he wants me to tell him that he’s different. More than just another sub. I want him to be. Fuck, do I want it. I also know better. He’s my daughter’s ex. And I’m perpetually unavailable.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Five minutes later, we hit the garage. I decide to take the Audi A7 because the center console is low enough Dominic won’t have any trouble reaching my cock, and because the windows are tinted way past the legal limit. It’s likely no one will see him.

  If they do, lucky them.

  Dominic doesn’t say a word when he gets into the passenger seat. He’s still sulking. I have just the thing to distract him.

  After I start the car, I unzip my pants, stare at him until he gets the hint, and only pull out of the driveway when Dominic’s warm, wet mouth slicks my length.

  Resting my hand on the back of his head, I help push him further down. “That’s it,” I hiss, and try and concentrate on driving. “Fuck, Dominic. Your mouth feels amazing. You’re a fast learner.”

  He pulls off me long enough to say, “Anything to please you, sir.”

  His words lack their usual enthusiasm. Whatever. He can sulk. He’ll forget he’s mad soon enough.

  “Almost there,” I grit out as I make the final turn down the street that’ll lead me to Phong’s shop.

  The pleasure Dominic’s mouth always brings rises hot and fast. I barely manage to pull into the small lot, put the car in park, before unloading into his mouth.

  He slides me down his throat, swallows in time with my release. He doesn’t spill a drop, and for that, I’ll reward him.

  I wasn’t going to let him come today. I’m allowed to change my mind, Dominic’s skilled mouth an excellent negotiator.