by Jane Henry
“I sure did.”
“Good girl. Then you get to reward yourself, don’t you?”
What does his dirty mind have in store for me? “Well, you could reward me. If you wanted to.” I bat my eyelashes, hoping for his touch.
He shakes his head, a devilish grin in his eyes. “No. You are going to do it.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” My already damp panties are now soaked.
“I want to see you touch yourself. I want to watch as you bring yourself to orgasm. Right here in this room.”
I look around me. It feels so naughty, to do this, here in his Gran’s guestroom, with all the lights on. “Um… could we at least turn this light off first?”
His hand reaches out, grabbing mine and stopping me from turning off the lamp. “No. I want to see you. All of you.” Kneeling on the bed, his hands move to the waistband of my sweatpants. He pulls them down my legs, tugging them off and discarding them to the floor.
A thrill runs through me at the idea of carrying out his wishes. Having just written the hottest sex scene between Beauty and her Beast, I’m already turned on. And now, I have to please a beast of my own.
Timidness, embarrassment, and shame all swirl around me as I lie under his expectant gaze. Does he really expect me to… touch myself while he watches? “I-I’m not sure I…”
My words stick in my throat as he reaches for my hip, turning me to the side, and landing a loud, stinging swat on my left ass cheek. “Ow!”
He rolls me back over. “Now, do as your daddy says and touch that pretty pussy of yours.”
My teeth sink into my lip and heat rises in my face as I reach down with trembling fingers and closed eyes. Sliding my finger over my panties, I find my throbbing clit and press. I gasp as I slide my finger up and down over the panty covered crease, then circle my clit once more. I open my eyes.
He’s watching me, hungry for more. “Now let me pull those panties down.”
He grabs the waistband, pulling them down over my hips, my legs, tossing them to the floor. I’m naked from the waist down, wearing only my old, comfy sweatshirt.
His hands go to the inside of my trembling thighs and he parts them. I’m so wet, the quiet room is filled with the slick sound of my lips parting, making me moan with shame. The scent of my arousal reaches me and suddenly the need to touch myself is so great, I find my fingers going to my slick sex without waiting for his command.
My back arches as he croons. “There’s a good girl. Show daddy how you pleasure yourself.”
My fingers move up and down, a climax building in my core.
Suddenly, he gives a deep growl, pushing my hands aside. “My turn.”
He grabs my legs, spreading them, kneeling between them. He bends over and his hot, wet mouth finds my throbbing, aching sex. He lashes my swollen bud with his tongue and the sensation alone is almost enough to make me come.
My fingers tangle in his hair as I moan, “Oh, Darius.”
His mouth leaves me, his sharp teeth nipping the inside of my thigh. I cry out in pain, “What was that for?”
“It’s daddy to you, little girl.” And with that, he buries himself back between my thighs. He licks and sucks until I’m bucking against the bed, a deep orgasm racking my body in wave after wave.
There are other people in this house and I try to hold back my cries as I come again and again, whispering, “Oh daddy.”
I’m left shaking, trembling, overwhelmed, when he finally rises. His mouth is on mine and I can taste my own sex as he kisses me deeply. His hands find my face, cupping it tenderly as he kisses me harder, his tongue swirling against mine.
It’s a kiss of urgency.
As if he needs me. Badly. Right now.
As if he needs me in the way I need him.
My hands fumble at his waist, unbuckling his belt. He pushes them away, undressing quickly and returning to me. He lifts the hem of my sweatshirt and I rise up for him to remove it. I wear no bra beneath it and my nipples are peaked, ready for his mouth.
He cups and palms my breasts, taking one between his lips and kissing. The feel of his caresses reach deep within my core.
There’s a stirring that’s more than just pleasure and need. It’s a connection, a deep one, between him and me, our bodies using our limbs, our mouths to connect our souls.
His eyes lock on mine as he presses his cock against my slick entrance. He holds my gaze as he holds himself there, frozen in time, paused for some unknown reason, and yet… in that moment something passes between us.
An understanding.
Up until this, our encounters have just been sex, turning one another on until we can take it no longer and we fuck each other’s brains out.
This… this is different. This feels like, well, there’s no other word for it… this feels like making love. And I can sense the sentiment goes both ways.
I’m shocked to find tears forming at the backs of my eyes. “I need you. I need you now.” My fingers dig into his shoulder blades, begging, pleading.
“I need you too, babygirl.” He breaks our eye contact only long enough to brush his lips against mine, then he’s back, staring into the very center of my being.
And he enters me.
He goes slowly, every movement I feel deep inside my core. He fills me and as he does, there’s a welling in my chest. A wanting, a yearning.
But it’s not for his cock.
It’s for him.
I want him.
And, I want to be his.
To my horror, the tears escape my eyes, running down my cheeks.
He murmurs to me, “Don’t cry.” Then he does a thing… a thing that pleases me so much, it strikes the very core of who I am.
He kisses away my tears. So gently, so tenderly, it almost makes me want to cry again.
His mouth finds mine and I taste the salt, mingled with the faint remains of my arousal. His hands slide behind my head, and he pulls me closer, kissing me harder. He moves further inside of me.
My legs rise, wrapping around his waist. Locking him into me as if I’ll never let him go. And if I had my way, I won’t.
My arms snake around his neck, embracing him, claiming him for my very own, pulling him as close to my body as I can.
And he takes me. His force is now a rocking ship, great and powerful as it commands the waves of my pleasure. My body moves with his, ebbing and flowing until I’m rising up, up, up, to the crest. And I come. With the blinding light of the sun and the rush of the ocean, I come in a glorious shuddering burst.
My teeth dig into my lip as I hold back my cries of passion. He lets out a low moan of his own. I feel his cock twitch inside me, then release, pumping his hot seed inside of me. He thrusts, once more, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I ride out the last few shuddering waves of climax.
He moves to my side, cupping my body. His gaze never leaves my face as we stare silently at one another. He tucks a damp lock of hair behind my ear. Smooths the sweat from my skin. Kisses my lips, my cheeks, the tip of my nose.
Something between us has shifted. A surmountable force, greater than either one of us, as if our relationship is now its very own being.
Leaving me urgently wondering one thing…
Where do we go from here?
Chapter 14
Darius
Warm sun beams on me, waking me from my sleep. I stretch, roll over, and smile to myself when I feel the warm comfort of Katie beside me. I open one eye and watch her sleep as I shake off the cobwebs. Her lips are slightly parted, her hair all over the pillow, her cheeks flushed. She looks utterly content, almost childlike. I bend and kiss her forehead.
She stirs, and a small smile plays on her lips, but she doesn’t open her eyes.
“Morning, sunshine,” I whisper in her ear, playing with a strand of her hair.
“Mornin’, handsome,” she whispers with a big yawn, eyes still closed. “Lemme sleep.”
She rolls over, and I can’t help but swat her naked butt
. Suddenly she sits straight up in bed, her eyes wide and dazzled.
“Oh my God!” she hisses. “Get out!” And to my shock, she lifts the sheet up over her chest as if she just realized she’s naked.
“What?”
“Gran,” she hisses. “If she sees you in here, she’ll think I’m some sort of… hussy or something.”
“Okay, okay, fair point,” I say, stifling the need to chuckle.
“Do you think she’s still asleep?”
“Um, no,” I say with a frown. “She’s up at the crack of dawn. Probably watering plants or something.”
She kneels on the bed, peeking out the window above the bed frame and gasps. “She’s out there! Coming in from the barn. Go!”
I gather my things and race out the room, not because I’m bothered about what Gran thinks, so much as I don’t want to upset Katie. I shake my head and get a chuckle out of the whole thing.
I take a quick shower and get changed. Even though I would prefer a room with Katie, it's so old fashioned here, and it feels good to be home. I like it. The glamour of Vegas dims a little, in contrast to the beauty and simplicity of home.
When I arrive downstairs, Katie's stirring a large pot on the stove, and Gran is regaling her with stories from my childhood.
"And I had to get his poor brother down from the clothesline, and his drawers were stretched beyond recognition." She rolls her eyes to the ceiling.
"Oh God," I mutter. "Not this again."
"The story that will go down in infamy," Katie supplies. I can't help but smirk.
Rawley and Tiffany join us as Katie and I are setting the table.
"No oatmeal for us," Rawley says, scowling at the large pot of oatmeal Katie puts on the table.
Katie ladles a large portion into her bowl.
Tiffany scowls scornfully at Katie. "Too high carb."
Katie's lips thin and she reaches for the bear-shaped honey jar. She smiles, and it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Suit yourself. Carbs are delicious."
I think I might love this woman.
Tiffany’s lips purse as her gaze lowers to Katie’s waist. “You would think that, wouldn’t you?”
The bitch. I open my mouth to say something, but Katie beats me to it.
She gives Tiffany a shrug, narrows her eyes, and swirls honey directly over a spoonful of oatmeal.
“My mother always told me, sweets for the sweet.” She tips her head to the side. She shrugs. “I like to think it keeps me sweet.” She shoots me a toothy grin. “Wouldn’t you say so, honey?”
Honey? She’s adorable. “Absolutely, babe.”
Tiffany rolls her eyes and pushes away from the table, mumbling to herself. “Sweetness and cellulite.”
I wait until Gran takes the dirty dishes to the kitchen before I intervene. “Tiffany.”
Tiffany looks my way.
“What?” she snaps.
I rise to my full height and stalk over to her. She shrinks back a little, her eyes flitting over to Rawley, who’s so engrossed in his phone, flipping through Tinder Twat that he doesn’t even look up.
I shove my hands in my pocket, adopting a feigned air of nonchalance.
“Oh, nothing. Just a warning.”
Her eyes flash at me. “Warning? Like back when we used to play those games and you’d warn me I was getting” —she makes air quotes with her finger— “punished?” We never went that far, but I hate that she’s brought this up in front of Katie.
I shake my head. “I don’t appreciate the way you’re treating Katie. You don’t have to be her best friend, but I won’t let you bully her, and I won’t allow you to be cruel. I want you to remember something.”
“What’s that?” she throws back, glaring.
“I’m the one who owns this house. And I can escort you off the property any time I want.”
She rolls her eyes.
“And furthermore?” I lower my voice. “I know secrets about you no one else here knows. No one.”
Her eyes widen. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would.”
Her boobs are fake, her cheeks and lips are fillers, and she’s had a tummy tuck. None of which matter to me, but she sure as hell likes to pretend that her perfect figure is real, using her facade to body shame other women, natural beauties like my curvy Katie Kat.
And if that’s not enough, she faked half of the entries for the pageants she won, relying on her parents currying the favor of the judges beforehand.
Among other things.
She opens her mouth, then slams it shut and huffs away, marching over to Rawley.
“Let’s go,” she says.
“To get the cake?” he says. He rises and stretches, then reaches for her, but she stomps off furiously. He looks at me in consternation, but I only shrug.
Off they go, and I turn to find Katie staring at me, an unreadable expression on her face. Weird. I thought she’d be happy I just took Tiffany down a peg or two. I sure as hell am.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says softly. “Just going to… go work on my book for a bit before the party preparations are in full swing.”
But she’s getting up from the table and not meeting my eyes.
“Katie.”
My voice is a little harsher than I intend. She looks up at me sharply.
“What?”
“Come here.”
She purses her lips and frowns. “I have work to do,” she says, turning away from me.
Walk away from me? Not happening.
“Do not walk away from me, little girl.”
She freezes, her back to me, then glances over her shoulder. “Or what?” Is that my imagination, or is there hurt in those beautiful eyes of hers. “You’ll punish me? Just like you do with all the girls you’ve dated?”
Ahhh. Bingo.
Gran comes shuffling in the room with a broom. “Give me a hand, Katie?”
I take the broom from Gran. “Katie and I will be right back, and when we return, we’ll do anything you need us to. We just need to have a little talk first.”
I reach for Katie’s hand, but she pulls away. She takes the broom.
“I can sweep the room first.”
“You will not.” I take it out of her hand and place it up against the wall. Gran watches the two of us curiously.
“Hmm,” she says, smirking. “Darius has never been a very patient man.” She takes the broom back. “You two go have your talk and I’ll see you in a few.”
“Perfect idea.” I take Katie by the elbow as Gran trots upstairs.
“Gonna take me to the woodshed?” Katie asks between gritted teeth. “Wouldn’t that just float your kinky boat? Hmm?”
This little girl is going to end up over my lap before she knows it.
I tighten my grip and walk her out toward the kitchen and down the steps. She doesn’t protest, though her lips are thinned, and her eyes are narrowed. I get her all the way to the barn before I let her go. I point my finger to a bale of hay.
“Sit.”
She flounces down but obeys.
I put my hands on my hips and give her a good, hard look. To her credit, she looks mildly abashed. “Now what the hell came over you?”
“I heard what she said,” Katie says in a small voice. There’s a catch in her voice. “And I can’t stand being in the same room with her.”
Is she… jealous? Could it be?
“What did she say that you heard?” I suspect I know what, but I want to hear her say it.
Katie sticks her lower lip out and pouts.
“No pouting, Katie Kat,” I say warningly. “Daddy doesn’t allow pouting.”
Her eyes flash at me, and she actually sticks her tongue out at me like a spoiled little brat. I’ve got her up in the air and over my knee in no time, sitting heavily on the hay bale as I drag her over my lap. I give her one hard smack, and she screams.
“Put me down, Darius Morrow. Don’t you dare!”
That earns her a
nother few good cracks.
“Stop being so stubborn and listen to me,” I say, my hand hovered to spank again.
“No! I heard what I heard. You played these games with Tiffany.” She scissors her legs. “Put me down! Did she call you daddy, too? Hmm?”
I give her another sharp smack. “Stop being so petulant and listen to me.” She bucks on my lap at the next swat.
“Are you just going to spank me until I listen?” she says furiously. That earns her another spank.
I adjust her over my lap. “Yes.”
She finally slumps over my knee. “Fine, then,” she sniffles. “Fine! What do you have to say?”
Now we’re getting somewhere.
“I’m sorry she’s here. I wish she wasn’t. If I knew she was still as sour as a lemon I never would’ve brought you. In fact, if there was a hotel within twenty miles of here, I’d take you there right this very minute.”
She’s sniffling. “You would?”
I rest my hand on the heated swell of her ass.
“You’re damn right I would.”
“I just thought—”
“I’m not finished.”
She sighs, and her voice is softer this time. “Go on.”
“She’s my ex, and of course you know what that means; I don’t tolerate disrespect. But I never did anything with her like I’ve done with you. Once I brought up the daddy thing. And she called me a pervert and told me to fuck myself. And I knew she wasn’t the girl for me. That’s when we broke up.”
Katie sighs. “She said that? I’m sorry. What a bitch.”
I actually chuckle at that. “Yeah, baby,” I say. “Exactly.”
I lift her onto my lap and hold her against me. I take her chin between my fingers and lift her gaze to mine. “What we have is special, baby. I promise you. You’re special to me.”
What are we doing here? I hired her for a job, and I’ve crossed that damn line.
“But I… but you…” her voice trails off, and her eyes are on my lips. She looks summarily chastened and pleased. “I’m sorry.”
