Daddy's Precious Jewel

by Polly Carter

“Of course. It’s the loveliest apartment I’ve ever seen. But I still don’t know how I can afford it. Or even what the rent is.”

  He pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “It’s whatever I want it to be.”

  Her brow furrowed, and her eyes half-closed and then suddenly popped open. “Oh. Is it yours?”

  “It is.” He grinned widely, enjoying her surprise. “But I don’t live here, of course. I have another place. And I’m totally fine with you not paying rent. I can afford it. I don’t need the money. I’d rather you kept it for yourself or gave it to your folks to be honest. But I don’t know how you feel about being a kept woman, so if that makes you uncomfortable, you can pay whatever you want.”

  “I should pay something, though, shouldn’t I?” Pearl asked, needing time to think about this surprise.

  “Only if you feel you want to,” Marcus answered easily. “I don’t care if you don’t. And tomorrow,” he went on, changing the conversation away from rent, “I’m going to take you shopping so you can buy whatever you want to decorate your new home. Okay?”

  With her hands cupped around her mug and it pressed up against her lips, her big eyes stared at him over the rim.

  “And you’re not allowed to say ‘no’,” he warned her sternly.

  Her head nodded almost imperceptibly.

  “Good.” He finished his tea and set his mug on the table. Pearl immediately jumped up, picked up the empty mug and took it with hers to the kitchen, rinsed them in the sink, dried them and put them away. Marcus stood up, watching her as she walked toward him. When she was close enough, he reached out and took her by the shoulders.

  “I’m going to kiss you,” he said. “Is that all right?”

  Pearl nodded. He pulled her closer and bent down so he was inside her personal space. She shivered.

  “And I’m going to ask you to do something for me,” he said, his voice low, his eyes locked into hers. “I want you to keep perfectly still while I’m kissing you. Keep your arms at your side and don’t move. Will you do that?”

  Pearl nodded her compliance, her eyes shining expectantly despite a small cloud of surprised confusion.

  Marcus’s lips quivered in a tiny, pleased smile as he slowly bent down and brushed them ever so gently against hers, drawing from her the softest moan. He paused, then kissed her harder and longer.

  Pearl was shaking; the intensity of the sexual tension magnified by her having to remain motionless thus rendering her unable to alleviate it even a tiny bit. She moaned and her arms involuntarily fluttered.

  “Don’t move,” he murmured against her mouth, and her arms fell to her side. He grunted with satisfaction. He could see it wasn’t easy for her to fight her desire to move, but she was. Without question or complaint. She was so exquisitely lovely, he was having to fight his own battle of restraint. All the blood had rushed to his groin leaving him light-headed and with an aching bulge in his pants. His lustful self wanted to tear her clothes off, press her to the ground and plunge into her, but as satisfying as that might be, he was playing a longer game, and he was determined not to damage that for a short-term thrill.

  He needed to be sure his instincts were right. He was confident enough already to risk his own emotions. If he was wrong, he’d be disappointed, deeply disappointed, but not hurt or betrayed. But if he claimed Pearl now, then discovered he was wrong and let her go, if indeed he could, he feared she might be seriously wounded, especially as she had already been hurt by her ghastly experience at the hands of Marcie Jones.

  She was waiting, silently, patiently to see what he would do next. His eyes met hers and, as he felt a tremor run through her, he bent and kissed her again. This time he allowed his mouth to linger, gently moving against the softness of her lips. He felt the tension leave her as desire melted her will and sapped her strength, and she slumped against his hands.

  “Put your arms around me, Pearl,” he muttered as he let go of her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her up and crushing her to him. Feeling her arms raise up and encircle his neck, he kissed her ardently, swamping her mouth with his. He lowered one hand to her bottom and pulled her in tighter, so her belly was pressed against his groin. She lifted herself higher on her tiptoes and pressed against him. For long, long seconds nothing else existed but the seeming attempt of two bodies trying to occupy the same space.

  When breathing became a driving imperative, and the kiss reluctantly ended, Marcus took Pearl’s hand and led her to a chair. Sitting himself down on it, he pulled her onto his knee, bending to kiss her as she curled herself in his lap without hesitation.

  “Sweet, sweet Pearl,” he murmured as he ended the kiss. “You are so lovely. I want to see your body. Will you show it to me?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, taking a deep breath, her eyes opening wide but her gaze not faltering. “Shall I take my dress off?”

  “Not yet.” His hand stopped hers, “but I want you to do whatever I ask. Will you do that for me?”

  Pearl’s nose scrunched. Marcus touched it gently and kissed her.

  “It’s all right. I shan’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to. And you can say no.”

  She took in a deep breath and nodded, totally unaware that he was using little tests to explore her submissiveness and natural willingness to defer to him, and she was passing them all.

  “Stand up,” he said. She obeyed and he stood too. “I want to see your bottom. Will you show me?” He paused and she nodded tentatively, her cheeks turning pink. “Bend forward and rest your hands on the chair.” She did as he said.

  His heart lurched, he licked his lips and had to wriggle to ease the discomfort of his rock-hard erection. “Good girl,” he praised her, raising his hand to stroke the curve of her firm, plump bottom. “It’s perfect,” he said, lightly massaging both cheeks through her dress.

  “Are you okay with this, Pearl?” he asked. She nodded. “I’m going to lift your dress up. Is that okay too?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He lifted the skirt of her dress up to her waist, and was gratified to see her respond by arching her back. She might be self-conscious and unsure, but she was keeping still for him and couldn’t hide her own arousal. He ran his hands over her perfect pale globes, pushing her tiny bikini briefs up to reveal as much of them as possible as his hands stroked and squeezed her firm, spongy flesh, he heard her breathing becoming louder as her hips moved in his hands.

  “Do you like that?” he asked, relishing the small bounce and jiggle of her cheeks.

  “Yes,” she answered with a giggle and a wiggle of her hips.

  “Nice! What about if I pat your little wiggle bottom?” he asked, gently slapping her.

  “Oh!” She flinched in surprise, but Marcus was careful to ensure his hand was not hard enough to hurt, all she could feel was the pressure and a delicious ripple it sent through to her front.

  “Have you ever been spanked, Pearl?” he asked.

  “No.” She shook her head, but stayed in place as he continued to gently slap her bottom.

  “Maybe I will spank your bottom one day if you are a naughty girl, eh? What do you think?” She didn’t answer and he didn’t press her. His hand came down slightly harder and she flinched but didn’t move out of place. “Good girl,” he said gently, readjusting her clothes and taking her hand to pull her up to him. “Come here, baby. I want to kiss your beautiful mouth.”

  Putting his hand under her chin, he tilted her face up. She tried to avert her eyes. “Pearl,” he admonished her sternly. “Don’t look away from me. I want to see you.” Obediently, she looked at him. She was biting her lower lip but her eyes were wide open and shining. Her arousal was palpable as her shoulders pulled back to thrust her breasts forward.

  She was divine, and he inwardly groaned with the heavy weight of his pleasure and desire. Gathering her gently into his arms as though she were a fragile doll he might break if he held her too tightly, he kissed her upturned face
, over and over.

  “It’s time you went to bed,” he said finally, pushing her gently away from him. “Do you want to bring your shoes?” She picked them up and then took the hand he held out to her and let him lead her to the bedroom. The room was spotlessly clean and tidy, and her teddy bear was waiting for her by the pillows along with a toy dog and cat.

  She blushed when he saw them. “That’s Rusty and Moppy, like my dog and cat at the farm,” she explained. She put her shoes by her bed and picked the black and white dog up and cuddled it. “He’s so soft. Much softer than the real Rusty.” She put it down and stroked the ginger cat. “The real Moppy is very soft though.”

  “They’re adorable,” he said with a grin, pulling her into his arms and kissing her. “And so are you. Now, pyjamas.” He lifted her pillow and removed the pyjamas he’d rightly guessed would be there, then led her by the hand into the bathroom.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Getting you into bed. You need a shower first, though.”

  “Are you going to stay?”

  “For a while, but not all night. Not this time. Let’s get your clothes off.” He felt around behind her for the zip on her dress, pulled it down and took hold of the hem. “Hold your arms up.” Pearl raised her arms as he slid the dress over her head. Left wearing nothing but her bra and panties, her arms went automatically to the front to protect her from his gaze. “Move your arms and look at me,” he ordered. “I want to see you. You are beautiful. Be proud of your body.”

  Dropping her arms to her side, Pearl looked up at him as he’d asked, trembling at the raw desire in his eyes as he ran them over the curve of her breasts rising above the top of her bra, her gently rounded belly, the small mound hidden by her bikini briefs and the curve of her hips and thighs. He pursed his lips and grunted his appreciation. “Beautiful,” he muttered. “Perfect. I want to see your breasts now.” Holding her eyes with his, he reached behind and unhooked her bra, and Pearl allowed it to slip down over her arms so her naked breasts were revealed to him for the first time. They were exactly as he’d fantasised, like two delicious cupcakes, each tipped with a dainty pink cherry. He reached out to touch them, circling the base of each with a finger and then his hand closing over one while he bent to kiss the nipple on the other. He paused to check Pearl’s expression. Her eyes were huge, her cheeks flushed, her pink tongue dabbing at dry lips, and the tendons in her neck strained.

  “You okay, little girl?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.” Her answer was quiet but emphatic, underlined with a shake of her head.

  “Oh, baby,” Marcus groaned. He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, gently pulling on it and lapping it with his tongue.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said, raising his head, taking hold of her panties and lowering them, never taking his eyes from hers as he did so. She lifted each foot so he could slide them over and off, and then she was naked, her eyes like saucers. He bent his head and kissed her mouth, then raised his head and slowly lowered his eyes.

  “Not even the biggest, brightest most valuable jewel in the whole world is anywhere near as exquisite as you,” he said gruffly, raising his eyes. “Now, shower.” He reached into the shower and turned the taps on, checking the water was the right temperature, then guided her in. “Wash yourself, baby. Don’t draw the curtain. I want to watch, and then I’ll dry you off when you’re done.”

  Chapter 9

  Pearl

  Soaping herself in the shower, Pearl couldn’t bring herself to look at the man watching her. She scarcely recognised herself. Two weeks ago, her life was in disarray, and then as though she’d unknowingly been visited by her fairy godmother, the man she’d been dreaming about had knocked on her door. Two weeks later, she was a trainee manager at Mon Addi, living in his apartment, and he had just undressed her and was outside the shower recess, watching her and waiting for her to finish so he could wrap her in a towel and dry her.

  It was too much to take in, too much to think about. She wasn’t always sure what to do, but then Marcus would tell her and praise her when she did it, and she wanted him to praise her, to kiss her, to touch her. If doing what he asked of her, pleased him, she was content to do that and not think about it.

  “Are you ready to get out?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she replied, rinsing away the last of the soap, turning the taps off and stepping out.

  He caught her in the towel, wrapping it around her and patting her dry, her face, down her back, her breasts, under her arms and her belly.

  “Spread your legs,” he said, and she did. He patted up from her ankles and then gently rubbed where they met. Satisfied she was quite dry, he picked up her pyjamas and helped her on with them. “Clean your teeth, then bring me your hairbrush,” he said as he went into her bedroom.

  When she appeared a few minutes later, he was sitting on her bed waiting for her. “Hop in.” He patted next to him and held his hand out for the hairbrush. She sat down next to him while he brushed her hair.

  “You all ready for bed then?”

  “Yes.”

  He put his arm around her, and she cuddled up against him, laying her head on his chest, wishing somehow she could melt right through his skin and be held safe and warm inside. He tightened his hold on her as if he’d read her thoughts.

  “Precious,” he said quietly, bending his head to kiss her, a kiss that started off tantalisingly soft but deepened as they pressed against each other. He ran his tongue over the inside of her lips and against her teeth until she opened her mouth wider. She had the same feeling as she’d had earlier, of melting into liquid in his arms. He slipped his hand under her pyjama top and fondled her naked breast, gently stroking it and rubbing his thumb against her nipple until it grew and hardened. He moved his hand across to her other breast and she shifted to give him access. Taking his mouth from hers, he lifted her top higher and bent to kiss and suck her breasts. Her body was on fire with sensations she’d never felt before.

  Laying her flat on the bed, he kissed her face, nipped, licked and sucked her ear, then trailed kisses down her neck. He undid the buttons on her top and pushed it open to expose her breasts. He kissed them again, then kissed down her belly. He raised his head to look at her.

  “I want to kiss your pussy, baby,” he said thickly. “Would you like that?”

  She sucked in a shaky breath and her teeth started chattering as she shivered despite the lack of cold. She nodded.

  “Good girl,” he smiled, melting her heart. Whatever he wanted, she would give him. Anything. She would never refuse him anything he ever asked of her. No matter what it was.

  He stood up. “Lie right down,” he directed her. When he’d helped her into a position that afforded him comfortable access, he slipped off her pyjama bottoms.

  “Bend your knees and spread your legs, baby. I want you to open your pussy for me.”

  Her feet moved but then stopped. She was trying to do as he’d asked but her feet didn’t seem to want to cooperate.

  “Don’t be shy,” he encouraged her. “You are beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful. Your pussy is beautiful and I want you to show it to me so I can show you how good I can make it feel.”

  She brought her feet up so her knees were bent and then moved them apart. Would he think her beautiful when he could see everything? Could he?

  “A little bit further, that’s a good girl,” he crooned, pushing her feet apart and up so at last he could see the treasure he sought. Watching her, he ran his fingers up her thigh, and then gently squeezed her labia together. She shuddered and sighed. It felt heavenly.

  “Lie back, relax and enjoy it,” he told her as his fingers found their way in amongst the folds and spread them apart. “If you want me to stop, say ‘barlese’ and I’ll stop. You might say ‘stop’ or ‘no’ and then when I stop want me to start again and that’s fine but, if you say barl
ese, it will mean you want me to stop altogether. Okay?”

  She nodded, her body rigid with anticipation. She trusted him but wasn’t sure what to expect. How could it be good for him if she didn’t do it right? What if she couldn’t do what she was supposed to do? Would he lose patience with her and want another woman who was good at sex?

  “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she cried.

  “You’re not supposed to do anything, baby, except lie there, relax and allow whatever happens to happen. Don’t fight it. Just enjoy it. And remember, if you say barlese, I’ll stop. All right?”

  Pearl nodded and squeezed out a tiny whispered, “Yes.”

  “Good girl. Lay your head down and close your eyes.”

  Pearl did as she was told, eyes tightly shut, quivering with anticipation. She’d read about what Marcus was about to do. She’d even watched a few videos on the internet. And she’d touched herself quite a lot and it felt nice, but nothing magical had ever happened. What if she couldn’t do it, whatever it was she was supposed to do? Marcus was so gorgeous. He could have any woman he wanted, elegant, sophisticated, successful, wealthy women. What did she have to offer him? And now she was going to disappoint him with sex.

  “Oh!” Her catastrophising was stopped dead in its tracks as she felt his mouth nestle itself between her thighs, close over her soft, juicy cave, and gently suck and squeeze. New sensations skittered through her and she wriggled as if trying to get away. He raised his head immediately.

  “You okay, baby girl? It’s not hurting, is it?”

  She raised her head just high enough so he could see her wide-open eyes and rosy cheeks. She shook her head.

  “Do you want me to keep going?”

  She nodded.

  He dropped a kiss high on her inner thigh still looking at her. “Good. You’re such a delicious little morsel. I want to gobble you all up.”

  Pearl giggled and felt snug, like he’d pulled a blanket over them and made a makeshift cubby-house. As he bent down and she felt his mouth on her, she lay back and closed her eyes, holding the image of Marcus’s blue eyes looking at her over her belly. She loved that expression in his eyes. It made her feel warm and safe. His mouth gently sucking and nibbling her was making her feel something quite different. It was sort of like when she touched herself, but so much nicer. She gasped as his tongue gently probed at her entrance, then slid slowly in and out.