As soon as my head hits the pillow, I drift to sleep.
* * *
I wake up to the sun beaming in my face and the piercing sound of my mother’s shrill voice coming from downstairs. She’s so loud that I’m sure she’s woken everyone in the house.
I quickly check the clock and see it’s seven-thirty in the morning. Shit! I should’ve been up over an hour ago.
I wonder what the maids think of me right now. I don’t want to get out of bed, but I know that they’re arguing about me downstairs.
I can’t very well let Brady take the heat for all this. It takes two to tango, and I’m as guilty of flirting as he is. I get dressed quickly, jumping in a pair of jeans and tossing on a top that I find in the stack of clothes my mother had given me. I’m sure she’s going to want these back now too.
I hurry out of my room and down the hall, passing Ms. Dana on my way.
“I knew you were going to be trouble.” She says while shaking her head at me.
I wonder if anyone knows how to mind their damn business around here.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I catch a glimpse of Brady and my mother arguing in the dining room. They must have been sitting down to breakfast when the fight began, as I can see the food is still perfectly arranged on the table.
None of it touched.
The second I reach the dining room, the arguing stops. My mother shifts her attention toward me.
“You! You’re a disgrace to this family. I don’t know why I thought that things would be different after all these years!” She shouts at me.
“Doreen, you need to calm yourself. This isn’t any of her fault, it just happened.” Brady chimes in.
I love how he’s defending me when he very well knows I didn’t help the situation…
I press my back against the wall, wishing I could disappear.
“Would it have happened if you knew the cameras were there?” My mother folds her arms across her chest, staring at Brady.
“Maybe so. I found her quite attractive before I even knew who she was to you. I have feelings for her,” he confesses.
Feelings for me?
“You don’t even know her! How can you say that?” My mother throws her head back and laughs at him, shaking her head when she looks at him again.
“I can say that because it’s the truth, and there’s no need for me to sit here and defend us any longer. I know you’ve been cheating on me for some time now, don’t pretend it isn’t happening. Now, why don’t you just leave instead of dragging this all out to make a scene for no damn reason,” he tells her, and her smirk suddenly fades.
“I was going to leave anyway! You’re damn right; I have been cheating on you, so have fun screwing my daughter! Carlo is a much better lover than you have ever been to me.” She spits out.
If the hired help didn’t know what’s going on before, they know now. All the servants seem to have be scared since I have yet to see anyone other than Ms. Dana, but I’m sure it’s because they know better to carry on with their responsibilities for the day. I’m certain their prying ears are straining to catch every word of this blowout.
“Mother, I…”
“What, you’re sorry?” She glares at me.
“I can’t say that I am. From the second I stepped into Brady’s office in the hopes of getting a job, I found myself attracted to him. I felt a connection,” I explain to her, even though I know this is the last thing she wants to hear right now.
“Maybe that connection was that he is your mother’s husband. Have you ever thought of that?” She raises an eyebrow at me, scoffing.
“I didn’t know that this was your house, so no, I wouldn’t have thought of that. I had no idea!” I shake my head, lowering my eyes to the floor.
I expect to feel at least a sliver of guilt, but I don’t. Especially now that I know of the affair she’s been having on Brady. He doesn’t deserve to be treated so harshly, and by such a cold woman.
“You didn’t care to not sleep with my husband even knowing it was going to tear a marriage apart,” she throws at me.
I don’t say a word. I bite down on my lip again as I’m not sure what to say to her.
“Of course not, you were always good at tearing families apart. If it hadn’t been for you telling your father about my lover, then I would very well still be with him,” she spits at me.
I turn towards Brady and watch as his expression turns cold, narrowing his eyes at my mother.
“You cheated on her father, and yet, you stand here with the nerve to yell at her?” Brady questions, his face beet-red with anger.
“You’re still her stepfather! Let me guess, she calls you daddy?” She asks, laughing at her own words.
When she notices I’m not laughing, nor Brady, she realizes the truth — that is what I do.
“You guys are disgusting,” she hisses at us.
She gives us a hostile look, then turns around to storm out of the dining room.
A second later, the front door slams shut.
I look over at Brady, feeling unsure of what to say now. He hasn’t said a word.
He turns his gaze from the door to me, lust lingering in his eyes. He wants me still. He wants me.
“I want you to take a shower and come see me in my room,” he tells me roughly, as my heart pounds against my chest.
8
BRADY
I close my bedroom door and rip my clothes off as I wait for Tiffany’s arrival.
I should’ve known this was going to happen sooner rather than later. Doreen and I were just about to have breakfast, and before I could bring it up, she beats me to it by bringing up the footage she found from the pool. I couldn’t deny a single thing, which I didn’t want to. I knew she was having an affair, so this only brought that out sooner than later.
I pace the bedroom floor naked, waiting for Tiffany, the only one that can make things right, the only one that I want to be with. I want to show her that I’m not going anywhere and that she’s mine.
All mine.
I’m the one who wants her, the one who needs her. Despite what’s going on with her mother, all I can think about is Tiffany. The argument is already fading from my mind as I imagine having my baby girl under me, showing her what she needs to do to please her daddy.
My cock grows stiff, and my patience fades as I wonder what’s taking her so long.
Finally, I hear the bedroom door open. I stop mid-pace, my eyes focus on the door as she steps into the room with just a thin towel wrapped around her. She slowly shuts the door behind her, bringing her eyes up to mine.
I cross the room in two long strides, keeping my eyes on hers.
I reach out and tear the towel off from her, planting a hand firmly on her ass cheek as I pull her closer in. I grind my dick against her pussy, showing her just how hard she’s made me.
“Do you how good you’d look with this cock in your mouth?” I whisper against her ear, letting her know I have more in mind than yesterday.
“I’ll do anything for you, daddy. Tell me how you want me,” she says to me in that angelic voice that sounds so innocent, but we both know there’s nothing innocent about it anymore.
“Good, that’s what I like to hear,” I tell her, releasing my grip on her ass.
I move to sit on the edge of the bed, adjusting my legs to show her exactly where she needs to be, where she belongs.
She keeps her eyes on mine as she drops down to her knees and wraps her lips around my cock, sucking it like it gives her sustenance. I love every second of her taunting me with that tongue. She closes her eyes as I thrust more of my dick inside her sweet mouth.
“Take it all, baby, take all of daddy’s cock,” I snarl at her, cradling her head with one hand and thrusting my cock to the back of her mouth. I get even harder as I hear her gag on it.
Her eyes are closed as I watch her take more and more of my cock; it’s fucking amazing.
“Get on me, and ride me. Now.” I order, alre
ady wanting to be deep inside of her.
For a moment, Tiffany hesitates as if she’s uncertain; but then, she slides her mouth off my cock and hops up to straddle me, pressing her tits against my chest and pressing her wet hole against the tip of my cock. She grinds harder and harder, and I slowly enter her inch by inch.
“I love you,” I moan, my voice barely more than a whisper, letting her know how I feel. It’s true, I do love her. She’s mine—my one and only.
“I know you do, daddy. I know,” she says in a hushed voice that matches my own. She thrusts her hips back and forth in a fierce, smooth movement, and I can’t seem to control myself any longer.
I grab her hips, ramming her down on my cock. I help her thrust, matching her moans and whimpers.
“Such a good girl. Fuck,” I groan.
My tongue trails up the side of her neck. I gather her in my arms, and she lets out a surprised moan as I quickly roll her onto her back.
She looks up at me, her heart-shaped face damp with the sweat I’m pulling from her.
I smile at her, seeing the love in her eyes; I hope she can see the same in mine. I never want to let her go, and I never will.
I slip my cock in and out of her at breakneck speed, pushing her to scream louder for me. Before I know it, we’re cuming together, feeling each other, needing each other.
She wraps her arms around me, holding me tighter and locking her legs around my hips, showing me how she wants me.
9
TIFFANY
Two Months Later…
It’s been two months since my mother left, and I sure am lucky I was nowhere in sight when she showed up to grab all her belongings.
Brady and I have been away on a cruise. The sun, the ocean, just the two of us making love at every chance we get. I feel a sense of freedom that I’ve never experienced before. It’s good to escape the side-eye and frowns from Ms. Dana, too. She doesn’t like what’s going on between us, but she holds her tongue because she can’t afford another job. No one is going to pay her well as Brady does.
Now, we sit here at the dining room table and I can feel his eyes on me.
I giggle at him.
Daddy bought me a new robe; it’s short and made of silk, and I love how soft it is draped over my body.
He pushes his chair back and furrows his brow, looking slightly frustrated all of a sudden.
“What’s the matter?” I ask him softly, putting my fork down and pushing the food away from me.
“Come here, and I will tell you.” He grins at me. I shoot him a look, glancing around the dining room.
I’m used to giving him what he wants whenever he wants, and the more we play with each other, the more I fall in love with him.
I slowly rise from my seat and move to find a place on his lap, pressing my cheeks against his hard cock as I ease down. I grind against him, teasing him just a little.
“Lift that hot little ass of yours,” he growls at me, his warm breath against the nape of my neck.
I arch my back higher up, right as his hand lifts up the back of my robe.
He unbuttons his pants, pulling out his cock as he’s ready for me. Just like he always is.
As I ease back down, I feel the tip of his cock teasing the back of my pussy. He lets out a groan, reveling in how turned on I am, and all by him. I’m ready whenever he wants me, even right here, right now.
As he slips his cock in, the phone starts to go off.
It’s Ms. Dana.
“Fuck. I have to grab this, it’ll only be a sec.” He says, answering the phone by the second ring.
“Did you find it?” He answers.
I shut my eyes and swallow back the moan that’s threatening to emerge.
I can’t make out what’s being said on the other end, but I bite back a giggle as I feel Brady flexing his cock inside me.
“Call me when you know,” he responds, his voice a bit strangled.
He hangs up the phone, bringing his eyes to mine as I can see the fire within them.
“Daddy…,” I whimper out.
He quickly slides his hands to my hips, pulling me up and parting my legs in one swift motion as he brings me down to straddle him.
My head rests on his shoulder, my legs are spread wide, and I feel his fingers toying with my clit; rubbing it relentlessly. I begin grinding against his finger, my pussy pounding against his cock as it slides back into me, going deeper and deeper.
“I want a little treat... what do you think, baby girl?” He asks me playfully.
“What do you want, daddy? I can make you anything,” I question as innocently as I can, knowing he’s enjoying our role-playing, as he always does.
He tightens his grip on my hips and pushes me off, bringing my feet back to the floor.
“You don’t have to make me anything. What I want is your delicious, wet, pussy... and you know how.”
He’s so blunt that it makes me even wetter for him, and I can feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs.
I take a step back, and he takes my hand in his.
“Where are you going?” He asks, seeming confused as to why I was moving.
Doesn’t he want to have sex?
“I thought that you…” I feel myself begin to blush. This man is still so hard to read.
Brady’s hand slams down on the table.
“Here. I want my little treat right here, on the table, right in front of me. There’s no need to be behind closed doors, we’re alone. Hell, even if we weren’t, I want you right here and now. I will not say it again,” he tells me, and there’s no need for him to say it once more. I want all of him inside of me, every inch. Wherever he wants, whenever. I want every pleasure he’s here to bring, for the both of us.
I slowly walk to the edge of the dining table, sliding myself up onto it, positing myself right in front of the chair Brady is eyeing me up from.
He slides my robe up over my hips and moves his hands to my legs, pushing them apart as he gets an open view.
Before I can get a word out, even so much as a breath, he brings his face to my pussy, thrusting his tongue up and down, licking every bit of juice.
I cry out, falling back onto the table as I feel weightless; my body is just a puppet for his desire.
He unties my robe, spreading it open and staring up at my tits as he continues toying with my clit with his tongue. He reaches a hand up, grasping onto my tit as he massages it while moving his tongue to thrust in and out of my hole, relentlessly, pushing me closer and closer to climax.
“Fuck, daddy. Lick me faster!” I cry out for him.
His tongue increases the speed with my cries, bringing me to cum gloriously, soaking his mouth with my warmth as I feel every sensation come alive in me, giving daddy his sweet treat.
10
BRADY
As I pull into the driveway this evening, I can’t wait to give Tiffany her big surprise. I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks now; I even had Ms. Dana pick it up the other night just for this very occasion.
No woman could ever make me as happy as Tiffany does; she’s absolutely perfect, perfect for me. She brings light to my life, driving me to be better for her every single day. I think about our future and the amazing life we’ll have by the side of one another. Forever.
When I arrive home, I inform Tiffany of a trip I have planned for us. I had a few staff members assist with the arrangements earlier today, and now here it all is, coming together.
“A trip?” She questions, her face seeming surprised and eager all in one.
I don’t know how after a few months, I still can’t seem to control myself around her as all I want to do is kiss every little piece of her right now, as she stands there, looking ravishingly as ever. But I restrain myself; we need to get going.
I gently grab her hand, giving her a light pull as we make way out the front door and into the car. The butler closes the trunk after tossing the last bit of luggage inside, something I had in the works to make this
as easy as it’s been so far.
“So, where is it that we’re off going?” She giggles at me, sitting in the passenger seat with that short dress I love of hers that I asked her to toss on.
“You will see,” I say, giving her a smile. She’ll see in due time. She can be patient, just as I have been.
“Fine.” She answers me, scooting over on her seat as she turns her attention out the window.
She can throw a tantrum all she wants but that’s not going to make me give in, and she very well knows that.
* * *
I pull into the narrow driveway of a rustic cabin; the place I rented out for the weekend for the two of us. Tiffany needs it, hell, I even need it. Everything has been so hectic as of late for the both of us.
I look over to find her fast asleep in her seat.
It’s nightfall, but I can see a few lights on from the driveway. A fire is going inside as I notice smoke stemming from the top of the cabin. Ms. Dana set us up right. I asked a favor to call in a friend of hers to help me out for the evening, and I must say, I’m impressed from the outside alone.
Tiffany shifts in her seat, waking up as we come to a stop in the driveway.
“Daddy, where are we? This place looks incredible,” she tells me, looking around as we take a step out from the car.
“Someplace special. Special, just for my baby girl.”
She gives me that sweet smile of hers that still makes my cock twitch the very second I see it.
I walk over to grab her hand and lead us up the path to the front door. As we enter, we walk into the living room as she sees a bed turned down for us already.
A bearskin rug stretches along the front of the fireplace.
“I wanted everything to be perfect, just for you, baby girl. I’d like you to go into the bathroom and change now. There’s a little surprise outfit that daddy has bought you.” I say, noticing the twinkle in her eye. She’s excited, and that’s one thing I love about my baby girl is that she’s always excited for me—her daddy.
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