Daddy's Virgin Bride

by Nikki Bella

  “I’ve changed my…MIND.” I shut him up with my mouth taking advantage of him in his current predicament. He tried to push me away, but it was with no real strength leaving me to satisfy my sweet tooth. There was no way for me to change his ways and this was going to be a reminder of what he couldn’t have.

  It was too late and taking my hand off him to replace it with my silky sweet lips was enough to bring him over the top. I was moving quickly, putting enough pressure on him with a tight seal to drive him out of his mind with pleasure. I felt it coming and I knew that he was never going to be able to hold it back. I didn’t want him to.

  “I don’t want it to end this way…fuck it…just do it already and I know I’m going to regret this in the…morning.” His shaft was pulsating against the walls of my mouth and then the familiar taste had me locked in place. The intensity of his climax caught me a little off-guard and my eyes went wide with the first shot from his cannon.

  It was followed by several more with the same power behind his thrusts. The moan of contentment was followed by him releasing his knob from between my lips. I stared at him hungrily, reaching out and grabbing him knowing full well that he would be sensitive after quite the explosion.

  “You are something else and I really didn’t have a clue about you.” He had me embracing the taste of his sticky syrup and I purposely concentrated my oral attention on his well-sucked knob. “I can’t take it anymore and if you were torturing me, I would gladly give up the information without putting up a fight.” I finally relented, swimming back to my end of the hot tub with my eyes signaling that this was far from over.

  I got out of the hot tub, but my body was crying out for the insertion of his tool. I was only punishing myself, but I couldn’t give in willingly without making him pant like a starving dog.

  “You could’ve had this.” I ran one finger down over my body until I reached the apex of my thighs. I took a wide stance and then showed him how tight I was by how the lips were grabbing onto my finger. I pulled it out covered in an offering that he would be a damn fool to turn down. I brought it close to his mouth and he tried to take it, but I brought it back and savored the delight deep in my mouth.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Nicholas

  I didn’t know quite what to say and just looking at her made me remember the way that it felt to slip and slide along the surface of her tongue. I knew that her virginity was mine to take, but I was also painfully aware other guys had experienced the same sensation she had just given me. Her mouth was not off limits, but I had no idea if that was true or just my mind filling in the blanks.

  I was standing at the railing looking out over the water towards the spec of land in the distance. It was my well-kept secret and nobody knew the island was bought lock stock and barrel by me. I had several acquisitions in real estate, but this one really did hold a special spot in my heart.

  Samantha was standing beside me with the wind blowing through her hair and there was no better sight than seeing her with that glow. I wasn’t sure what we had done was right and I couldn’t figure out if this changed anything between us.

  “I think we should talk about the elephant in the room. It can never happen again and I shouldn’t have allowed it to go that far. There’s nobody to blame but myself and I didn’t have the strength to stop you. I should’ve been thinking with more than the head between my legs.” The truth was written with the lazy strokes of my fingers along her skin. She had given me a moment to relive and I couldn’t have been any more grateful.

  “There’s no reason to beat yourself up and do you really think that you stood a chance against me? It might have been a long time coming, but my wily sexual ways has never been this strong. I owe it to the man who opened my eyes to the possibilities. I always knew how to wield the power of my hand, but I have seen for myself the way a man crumbles underneath the weight of his own need for a little mouth action.” She could’ve asked me for anything and I would have gladly given her a blank check to sign on the bottom line.

  “Let’s call a spade a spade and we both know I’m the one responsible for this. I didn’t mean to give you any reason to think that I was playing with your emotions. I shouldn’t have invited you here and you must have felt obligated in some way.” I felt the cold hard slap against my cheek and I looked at her like she was crazy to put her hands on me like that.

  “Wake up and smell the roses. I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do and not even you could stop me from capturing my prize. The slap I gave you was to inform you this is a secret and you’re not to tell a soul.” The sting of her slap was nothing compared to the way that she was looking at me with contempt. She turned away from me and was looking straight ahead. She was not bothering to give me the courtesy of making eye contact.

  “I can assure you discretion is my middle name and I will understand if you never want to see me again.” I was once again falling on my sword feeling like an insignificant flea on the bottom of her shoe. “Samantha, I’m not drunk, but I’m not sober either. You say there was nothing that I could do, but don’t you think that’s more semantics. I’m obviously stronger than you and there’s no way for you to overpower me with sheer brute force.” I walked a dangerous tightrope by taking her virginity and then giving her an opening to explore further.

  She still had no idea it was me behind the curtain using a reference to my favorite movie Wizard of Oz. I was drained to where I would need a suitable amount of time before replenishing my fluids. I didn’t have a drop to spare and I’d never felt such a vacuum force bringing me that kind of pleasure.

  “A woman doesn’t need physical strength to overpower a man. Your weakness is hidden behind a thin layer of fabric. Once you think there’s a possibility of sex then tripping over your own feet to get some is not uncommon.” She was making some interesting points which I was hard pressed to deny.

  “I see what you’re saying, but it doesn’t make me feel any better about the situation.” The land was getting closer and the stretch of Sandy Beach was waiting for us to set foot on. “I hope you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe. I’ve lived in a bubble most of my life, but there has always been something missing.” I didn’t consider myself a bad boy, but I was sure that her father would have something to say about our time together.

  “It’s very beautiful out here and we’re far enough away from land that nobody is going to hear either one of us screaming. I find myself wondering how things would have been different had you been the one to show me the ropes.” I almost choked on the flute of champagne I had against my lips. She was obviously talking about two different people not realizing they were one in the same.

  “We all make decisions and we live by them. You’re young and you’re going to make your fair share of mistakes along the way. Your intentions might be pure of heart, but there comes a time that we all have to look into the mirror and like what we see. I know there are moments where I see something ugly looking back at me. I don’t recognize the distorted image and I have to turn away with disgust in my heart.”

  “Nicholas, I look back at everything I’ve done up to this point and I feel no remorse for anything I’ve done. I do wonder if I would do anything different, but I don’t think I would. My decisions made me more confident and self-assured which I’m sure you have recognized for yourself. I would’ve been a good girl during this time together, but it’s so much more delicious to be bad. There’s something decadent about having you on my lips. It’s evil to think what this would do to my father emotionally if he were to find out.” This would be a good way for her to get back at him, but it would also mean throwing me under the bus.

  “Let’s not do anything crazy and we can talk about this during dinner. I do hope you like lobster and the chef at my favorite restaurant poaches it to perfection. I have a secret ingredient and I have my own special garlic butter to make it melt on your palate.” I was making it sound better than sex, but it was a pale comparison to the
way that her mouth devoured my sausage.

  “I said it was an evil thought, but I never said anything about actually saying anything to my father. I have a trust fund to take into consideration and I don’t want to give him any reason to cut me off cold Turkey. As for the lobster, it is my favorite seafood, but I think that you have done better than that. You always go a little overboard and lobster doesn’t sound extravagant enough.” I didn’t know how it was possible for her to know me in this manner and I wasn’t sure how much I enjoyed being transparent and predictable.

  “I’m glad you said that and you have no idea what a load off my mind that is. You’re right and I came prepared for a feast which my personal chef made happen in short order. The menu consists of lobster tail, scallops, mussels and clams including a dessert which will knock you off your feet. I’m not going to go into any more detail and I do request that you wear a blindfold. I think seeing you taste it for the first time will show you there are things in this world you need to experience.” I didn’t know how receptive she was going to be to the blindfold and having that control wrenched from her fingertips didn’t sound like something she would be ready to give up easily.

  “I will play along for the sake of your amusement and I find myself curious enough to take a leap of faith. The man who gave me a wild time in the sack is the measuring stick I’m going to use against all others. You and he have something in common and I never saw it until now.” I was waiting with my heart in my mouth and I expected her to catch me in the lie. I think in some small part I wanted to be caught and it was getting a little hard to handle to keep this secret to myself.

  “You have me at your mercy and I hope you understand it was nothing personal.” I was ready for the confrontation and the possible screaming fit leaving her to run and hide in one of the staterooms. “It was never my intention to make you feel less than a woman with a lot to offer.” She wasn’t looking at me and the feeling of the secret weighing me down was hard to digest.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about and I was just going to say that you both seem sure of yourself. Do you want to tell me what that outburst was all about? Never mind and I think that I can make some assumptions on my own.” I had revealed too much not meaning to, but feeling guilty enough to let things slip through the cracks.

  “I think I’m just feeling a little out of sorts and I’m not sure what I’m going to do when I see your father again. I don’t want to look like a guilty person underneath the hot lights of an interrogation room. I don’t want to say anything to ruin this brief moment together.” I was backpedaling like mad, praying that she wasn’t going to put two and two together and maybe I could still salvage what was left of my dignity.

  “You don’t have to fear anything from me, Nicholas. The last person I want to learn about this is my father and mother. They still see me as a little girl and this will shatter their image into a million pieces. I’m certainly old enough to have sex, but if they had their way I would be locked up in the basement until I was 30 and about to go down the aisle.” I had somehow changed the topic of conversation and no longer was she looking at me with suspicion in her eyes.

  “They will always be your parents and it doesn’t matter how old you get. You will still be their little girl and that’s one thing you can’t change.” I was giving her something to think about and maybe shining a light on her behavior would give her a reason to think twice before acting recklessly.

  “I sometimes feel suffocated like I can’t breathe with them always on my case. Nothing I do ever seems good enough and I don’t dare say anything. You know how my father gets and sometimes it’s best just to let some of the things he says go over my head.” He was a stubborn man, but his aspirations to go into public office were something he dreamed about since he was old enough to remember.

  “You may not know this, but everybody feels that way at some point in their lives. I had helicopter parents, always shadowing everything I did with criticism, but I think they were doing it to make me strong. I will always have some animosity underneath the fake smile.” I was learning more about her than just the physical and this exploration into her personal life gave me a new perspective.

  “It sounds like both of us were in the same boat, but it had to be different with you being a male heir.” I did remember everything my father had taught me and how I had become my own man despite it. He was a hard man to read and very rarely did he ever show any public displays of affection. I didn’t know it was possible for a man to hug another man until I saw that very thing happening with one of my friends.

  “It was a little lonely, but I’m better for it. I learned the hard way life doesn’t hand you anything and if you want something you have to reach out and take it. I run over the little guy, but I have become more aware which I sometimes feel is weighing me down. With age comes regret and those past indiscretions come back to haunt me in the middle of the night.” I figured if she was unloading her baggage then it was common courtesy to do the same.

  “I don’t mind saying getting to know you has been an unexpected pleasure. I came here to do something, but my plan changed when I saw you naked. We both have done things reprehensible and don’t think for one second you’re the only one that has things to make up for.” She was obviously referring to giving her innocence to a man she didn’t know. I wanted to go back and do it again frozen in time. I would have died a happy man to live in a continuous loop where we were in each other’s arms.

  “I get the feeling we are talking about different things and maybe it’s not good for me to pull at that thread. Let’s forget about all the things that make us fret and enjoy this moment of solitude. There are no worries that a glass of champagne and lobster can’t cure.” I was ready to prepare to embark in the small boat attached to the yacht. I just had to gather up what were the makings of a decadent picnic.

  “You have talked it up enough that you have wet my appetite, Nicholas. I find myself curious to know what this dessert is. I hope it’s not all hype. I guess there’s only one way to find out. Lead the way and I do hope that I can trust you with a blindfold.” She would be vulnerable, but I was going to do everything to help her soak up the atmosphere with all of her other senses.

  “The meal is only a small part and it’s really the dessert I want you to experience. I had my first taste in Italy and it took me a long time to find a consummate chef to duplicate it. I think you’ll agree with one mouthful that the chef has gone out of his way to make this something truly memorable.” I took her hand and the softness of her touch had me wanting to sweep her off her feet and take her down to the stateroom to show her some physical hospitality.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Samantha

  The oral consumption of his body was something that made everything else pale in comparison. The moonlight above and the way that he was looking at me from across the candlelit table were making it very difficult to sit in one spot for very long without the fiction of my thighs setting me on fire.

  He kept licking his lips and sticking his fingers in his mouth knowing full well this was a good way to garner my attention. The seafood danced on my palate and the light jazz playing in the background was a good complement to keep me on the edge of my seat.

  “I almost forgot about the blindfold, but it was mainly for the main event of the dessert I mentioned in passing.” He got up and came around behind me causing a chill to run down my spine.

  My vision was taken away leaving me with my other senses to rely on. The feel of his fingers touching the nape of my neck and then his tongue circling in that very same spot was something that no woman would be able to resist.

  “I hope this isn’t your way of taking advantage of me in a vulnerable state. I’m not saying it’s a bad idea and you certainly have made some brownie points by keeping things fresh and unpredictable.” I was hoping this was going to be worth the anticipation and it wasn’t going to fizzle out with the reality.

  “I admit having you
here looking like a sexy treat ready to be devoured does give me impure thoughts. You have only yourself to blame and you’re the one who couldn’t take no for an answer. A man would be out of his freaking mind if he didn’t have some ideas of a naughty nature running through his thoughts.” I could smell his aftershave and the scent of saltwater off the ocean. The waves spitting at me from a distance was almost too much to take.

  “I want you to use your sense of smell first and then you’re going to indulge in one of my favorite desserts. You probably won’t know the name and not many do unless they have been personally taken away by the flavors. I always tend to look for something unusual that nobody else knows about. It doesn’t matter if it’s food or travel or even an unknown adventure yet to be named.” I sensed something in front of me and I took a big whiff of something almost as good as sex…chocolate.

  “You do have me curious and my guilty pleasure has always been chocolate. I don’t gain an ounce and I make my friends jealous to the point of glaring at me with daggers in their eyes. I can’t help that I have a high metabolism and I can easily burn off the calories by even the mere whisper of exercise.” I snapped out my tongue, hoping to catch him off guard, but he was way ahead of me. He didn’t want anything to ruin the suspense. I had the feeling of jumping up and down like a giddy schoolgirl.

  “This dessert is an Italian delicacy and I’ve never had anything more potent in my life. It’s like it has a direct line from my mouth to the pleasure centers of my brain. You’ll have to judge for yourself, but I haven’t met anybody yet that wasn’t head over heels for this dessert.” It touched my lips and there was a component of fresh berries.

  “People call women cock teases, but I think that you might be a food tease. I’m having a lot of fun and sucking you to completion wet my appetite for more than the creamy center of your shaft. I think that I could be convinced to make your libido rise from the ashes of your climax.” The fork touched my lips and I opened my mouth to receive the ambrosia of the gods.