For Daddy

by Celia Crown

  I make a mental note to avoid that space at all costs.

  I keep my arm around Simone, tight and unmoving when he stays in one spot. People see Simone as flame when they flock towards him. I may be inexperienced about life in general, but I pick up some jealousy and animosity from the tight-lipped smiles and cold courtesy handshakes.

  “Well, well, well,” one of the men had said.

  I pretend that it isn't aimed at me while I just press closer to Simone. When he isn't shaking hands with people, he folds his warm hand over mine that’s crooked on his arm. It’s his way of letting me know that he hasn’t forgotten about me and that I’m not a piece of cloth hanging on his arm.

  Another man joins in with unbelievably shiver-inducing nasally voice. “She is of a bird, is she not?”

  “A raven, perhaps.”

  The first man nods just as I look up through my lashes. “Yes, yes. Ruthless and relentless. Always flocking in groups, yet independence is the ultimate goal while it fights for food.”

  Trash is what he meant, but educated people would never use such inelegant language.

  The second man laughs with the first one, their bellies shaking while the wine in their glasses whooshes around. I bite the side of my cheek at the not very subtle jab at my social status.

  “I presume it is her beauty that had prompted you to believe she resembles a raven,” Simone cuts in with a smooth curl of threat lacing in his words.

  Other people’s conversation dulled around us as they watch the interaction between these three men. That hawkish attention from their curious eyes makes me want to dig a hole with these golden heels and disappear down the abyss.

  I don’t care that they offend me. I have gotten used to the media dragging my name through the mud for the past two weeks after they had found out that I was seeing Simone. We haven’t officially put a name to our relationship, nor did we make a statement to the public to let them know the gossip, but it’s clear as day.

  Either we were sleeping together, or we are seeing each other. Those two comes hand in hand; no one can make an assumption without bringing sex into the equation. They aren’t wrong, Simone had been physical with me. Though we haven’t been going all the way, we are still more intimate than friends.

  Oh, right. Friends with benefit. However, that sounds too juvenile for a man of his status. I believe the term the media had used on me is “Lady Friend” and that just sounds worse.

  “Yes, she is stunning.” The first man laughs, a tinge of sweat clinging to his forehead at the death stare Simone locks him under.

  His hand on my hips squeezes, trailing up with a touch of seduction as he kneads my shoulder before hooking his big hand under my chin where his palm presses tightly on my throat.

  Possessive. The grip is borderline obsessing over the ownership of who I belong to. The gesture is not subtle, but it’s not flashy while sending a clear message that I’m not available.

  Though I don’t think those two men are interested in me since they have been jabbing left and right of Simone. I’m amazed that Simone didn’t put a stop to their stupid conversation while he had the chance, but I guess he was used to it since being in the spotlight often would subject him to a world of harsh criticism.

  “Watch your tongue, gentlemen,” Simone strokes my jaw absentmindedly. “I do not take kindly of insolence to my Aria.”

  Witnessing grown men shut up so quickly is comedic as they clear their throats in discomfort. I don’t blame them. I’m starting to feel the effect of people watching us seep into my soul while Simone utilizes this chance of stunned people to bring my chin up.

  His lips press to mine, breathing my name while I hold back a whimper of desire burning through my body.

  “Beautiful girl,” he whispers, licking his lips as he pulls back.

  I’m glad that I’m not wearing bold-colored lipstick or he’s going to look like a clown. My cheeks warm at the compliment, and I whisper back to him, so quietly that no one hears but him.

  It’s not meant for anyone.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  His eyes darken with his grip around me pulsing with greed, but I lay a hand on his back to remind him that we’re in public and he needs to control himself. I have myself to blame. I’m the one that poked the sleeping beast inside of him and I should take responsibility.

  I’m a big girl. I can take whatever he can dish out at me. Again, I chide silently at myself for giving myself the confidence to take on the beast that rises to the surface of Simone’s impassive features.

  He hums, otherwise, he’s quiet when he looks at the two frightened men. They are about to break the glasses of wine in their hands from how much they are shaking. My eyes sweep across our surrounding and find the women near us glaring at me with their burning gaze.

  It’s scarier when their eyes are surrounded by cockroach-legged eyelashes from excessive coats of mascara and two caterpillars for false lashes.

  “I’m going to go…” The excuse of getting out of here is catching up to me after a second of a brain fart. “Ladies’ room.”

  “Come right back to me,” Simone orders.

  I don’t need to be told twice because there is no place in this hall that I would rather be than in his arms, snug and safe from the people around me. I wish I can make a nice first impression with everyone, but they won’t even give me a glance as I believe I stand below insect at this point.

  Being with Simone has benefits, and they outweigh the nasty disadvantages.

  I’m not looking for the ladies’ room. I just need a breath of fresh air from the suffocating stares. It’s probably not my smartest idea to move away from the best protection that I have and into the free-roaming area of stalking predators.

  If they catch me, they will have questions that I can’t answer out of privacy and simply because I don’t know.

  Movies have made it clear that there are three scenarios that can happen. Some mean girls can come up to me and give me the talk about Simone being better off with them. Men can come up to me with bad intentions and narcissistic behaviors. Then there’s the third option where I get kidnapped for ransom because Simone is a rich man with access to millions of dollars.

  Before there’s a chance to make those things happen, the corner of my eyes catches a woman running around the corner. A flash of blonde hair narrowly misses hitting the edge of the wall and she had disappeared.

  I cock my head; a voice in the back of my head is telling me to go after her because she had this familiar déjà vu sensation.

  Because of my heels, I couldn’t run up to see who it was as I go around the corner. It directs to another hall that I tersely have the nerve to explore without thinking twice. From what I can tell, the main hall is being used and nothing else.

  Lights are out and an eerie feeling rushes through my thumping heart as I quicken my pace to see where the woman had gone. I had this need to find her and I can’t put my finger on the reason.

  I find a door that leads to the back where a bunch of bushes and trees are blocking what’s on the other side. The moonlight above me paves a way towards the abandoned building that calls for me, but I’m being snatched up by the waist with strong arms securing me to a hot chest.

  My first instinct is to shout and scream in fright before a whiff of Simone enters my lungs. A breath of air knocks out of me when my gut impacts on hard shoulder while my hair flings into my eyes as a firm backside presents a delicious view.

  I struggle, voicing my discomfort while Simone carries me off. I freeze at the punishing smack against my butt; that’s a warning for me to be cooperative and not draw attention to us.

  There is no one anywhere near us to let us hear what’s going on.

  He drops me like a sack of potatoes on the table of the abandoned building. It’s eerie and dusty as I can see the floating dust particles in the space where the moonlight beams into the structures.

  “Do you make it a habit of disobeying me, little girl?”
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br />   My heart knocks against my chest, pushing on my ribs excruciatingly as I swallow the excuse in my throat before he digs his teeth into my bottom lip. My hands climb up his black suit and I fumble with my balance as he kisses me with the aim of stealing my thoughts.

  “Not going to answer Daddy?” he hums; a taunting ring to his voice sends shivers down my spine.

  I shake my head; words aren’t coming out even though my head is filled with an explanation that should make it easier to erase the contempt on his face.

  Rough and crude hands pull my hips out from the table. My elbow crashes down on the surface, and dust kickstarts a cloud around us but Simone isn’t bothered by it while I cough at the dust trickling into my lungs.

  His nails scrape on my skin, leaving red lines when he snatches my panties out from under my butt and pocketed them into his pants.

  My strength doesn’t compete with his when he spreads my legs over his shoulder, preventing me from hiding my private part that he has access to every day. Wetness runs out of my little hole at the implication shining through his eyes when this stance triggers memories of his fingers between my legs.

  “Keep your mouth shut, little girl. Daddy doesn’t want anyone coming in to see you like this.”

  My dress flips up the moment I open my mouth and his tongue flattens against my pussy hotly. I cry out, shaking at the sudden roughness of his tongue while my hand smacks across my lips. Shaky thighs and choked moans aren’t the only things being brought into the lights. My nipples are scrapping against the padding of the dress’ confinement while the cold breeze from the night licks on my burning skin.

  “Such a pretty little cunt,” Simone purrs, spreading my folds with his thumbs and sucking on my clit.

  The scorching hotness shoots down to my toes, curling into the golden heels. I have never had anyone be this intimate with me. Simone doesn’t care about the dust when he flickers his tongue down to my pulsing hole that needs something bigger to sate the urge to roll my hips to his face.

  “D-Daddy, please!”

  I want him to go harder, faster and put his fingers inside me. I’m scared to play with myself, but the thought of being spilt open by his fingers has a gush of wetness spilling out, and it brings a shameful blush on my cheeks.

  “Not here, little girl,” he murmurs, vibration piercing through my clit and my eyes rolls to the back of my head.

  “Daddy wants to fuck you in our bed and make love to you all night.”

  I want that. I mindlessly beg him to take me home and ravage me in the darkness of his room. No one would bother us then and it’s better than this place; this place is dusty and full of openings for people to see us if they happen to step out from the back door and into this abandoned building.

  I bite my lips, tasting my lipstick and stuffing down the moan while trembling with the build of heat rising in my belly. It’s strong, climbing steadily to the depth of my pussy while my clit tingles with the playful flicks of Simone’s tongue.

  “Cum for Daddy, sweet girl.”

  I cry tearfully, teeth breaking the skin on my lip as copper fills my tongue while I tip my head back. My thighs clench around his head as he drinks up my juices with his wicked tongue while keeping me obscenely open by not withdrawing his fingers that are spreading my pussy.

  “Look at you,” he sneers, licking his glistening lips with a deranged glint in his eyes. “Your pretty little cunt wants Daddy’s fat cock to break you.”

  My cheeks redden more at his words. “Daddy, don’t be like that!”

  He picks me up and dusts off the layer on me while patting my butt for extra measure. I squirm on my heels, keeping my thighs tightly together while taking his arm hostage between my breasts.

  “Daddy, can I have my panties back?”

  “No.”

  Chapter Eight

  Simone

  It was stupid of me to put this on the back burner.

  If I had known just what kind of benefits would be gifted to me, I would have done this sooner. It’s better late than never.

  “You can’t touch.” Aria lightly smacks my hand away from her luscious body.

  My tongue darts out to wet my lips as my eyes rack over the scarlet set of lingerie clinging to her body as she shyly squirms under my gaze.

  She’s so damn pretty.

  The lacy material teases me as my fingers twitch, wishing to thumb at those laces while splaying my fingers over the curve of her ass. She wouldn’t dare to say no to me, but I never want to abuse my power over her no matter how tempting it is to have her on her knees.

  I’ll let this one slide. Aria had pushed my hands away again when I subconsciously reach for her, and she huffs with pink cheeks.

  “Y-you really can’t touch!” she squeaks meekly, wrapping her arms around her ribs as a self-preserving move.

  “Do you want to try me, little girl?”

  She gasps, probably realizing that the challenge isn’t something she can win against. “No, Daddy, but you won’t get work done then.”

  Work is the last thing on my mind when I have such a scrumptious little thing in front of me, waiting and innocently gazing at me with heavy expectation for me to praise her.

  I couldn’t say no.

  “Let Daddy touch,” I say, pushing forward and standing inches from her.

  She hesitates but holds on to her determination. This is good. Aria from the week before would not have the guts to stand up to me and tell me “no”, but she has learned from my lessons that if she doesn’t want something then she will have to let me know and I would stop.

  This is a test to see if she had progressed. If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t be mad. These things take time, and it takes more than a couple of weeks to have her change just a bit. There is a chance that she can’t break out of her timid nature and it would be bad to force her, but I don’t mind her being the shy little girl.

  I have a voice for both of us. No one would dare to overstep their boundaries and hurt Aria just because she can’t stand up for herself.

  “No.” That firm word pulls a smirk on my lips as my chest swells with pride.

  This is good.

  “Alright, little girl.” I take one step back and lift my finger up to make a circle. “Twirl for Daddy.”

  She flushes with wide eyes, deciding if it’s necessary for her to be flashy and her body moves with less than an ounce of grace. Aria is not a graceful person, and she usually makes small clumsy mistakes, but she’s trying her best to be what society wants her to be.

  A trophy wife for me.

  I hate that she thinks she isn’t enough for me. She is perfect the way she is; she doesn’t need to change how she looks, nor does she need to alter the way she walks. Aria being Aria is what made me fall in love with her.

  “You won’t laugh?” Aria fidgets with her fingers.

  “Never.”

  She takes in a breath that draws my eyes to her perky tits and I clench my fist to my side, praying and begging in my head to control myself and the damn thickness in my pants.

  Taking her time, Aria deliberately makes a small circle and bashfully keeps her eyes on me to make sure that I approve of the clothes that I made for her. Well, they aren’t considered clothes as they’re lingerie that I had made with her in mind.

  Now that I have more hands-on experience and precise measurements, I can make adjustments to some seams to make it more fitting.

  The vile man inside of me laughs at the depravity running through my blood. I have never claimed to be an upstanding man with good morals as they are as gray as they can get without stepping on the side of illegal.

  I can see where society doesn’t approve of me. I’m a thirty-something years old man going after a young woman, grooming her, and manipulating her naivety to be mine, and touching her rather improperly given that I’m a beast of a man and she is a tiny little thing.

  They think I’m forcing myself on her. They have little to no faith in me and assume that I would throw a
way my reputation to be in prison for a taste of forbidden fruit.

  I’d do anything to have Aria, but that doesn’t mean I would stoop so low to be labeled as something unforgiving. I wouldn’t do that to her. Aria is too beloved to be tainted like that.

  “You don’t like it?”

  I must have been staring at her ass for too long when she scrambles back in front of me, holding my arms as if she is scared that I’ll leave this room.

  Resist the temptation, my mind says. It’ll do you good.

  How I want to shove that voice out of my head, but that would mean I have to take out my rationality and self-control.

  “It needs adjustment,” I say, and I make sure she notices the meaning behind my words.

  She does because she’s a smart girl. Aria’s flustered fretting has her throwing her hands behind her back and shuffling on her toes, bare and small as they wiggle on the rustic brown flooring.

  “Tonight?” Aria bites her lip, peering at me with doe eyes.

  The blue in them strikes an arrow in my heart as it swells with overflowing love. I gather a bunch of her hair and push her neck up to meet my lips, sealing her muffled gasp of surprise as she melts to my chest.

  “Daddy—” she breathes, whimpering at the power in my fingers. “You said you wouldn’t touch.”

  “I never said that.”

  She pouts. “You did.”

  Maybe I did, but I’m having short-term memory loss right now, and I couldn’t care less about what I said ten minutes ago. What’s the point of wasting memory storage when I have Aria willing to model in my designs with her body that I have been given the blessed chance to get intimately knowledgeable about.

  “You look…” I pause while she is shaking in her skin. “Ready to eat.”

  Aria whines, puffing her red cheeks at me while burying her face into my chest. The messy black hair falls from my fingers as I lay my hand on her ass, squeezing one cheek to hear her protest from my shirt.