Alexio
I was tempted to pull Faith across my knee and give her the spanking she asked for, but there was too much uncertainty swirling in her pale-blue eyes. For a moment they actually became haunting again when the fear gripped her—so much so that I had to force her to close them just so I could keep my composure. I was going to have her absolute submission or nothing at all—there was no in-between. Games were fun when both parties enjoyed them, but they would tear the relationship apart if I was chasing my fantasy while she trembled. I still enjoyed spending time with her. Submission didn’t have to be the core of our relationship if she wasn’t ready. I loved having her in my arms—tasting the innocence on her lips—and watching her come was a beautiful sight.
“I think our food is here.” I rubbed my hand along the side of Faith’s head, and she leaned back from our embrace.
“I’ll get it.” She smiled and stood up from the couch.
Things returned to normal once the emotional moment passed. We laughed and joked while we enjoyed our food and wine. I had originally planned to take her out to a restaurant, followed by a trip to a botanical garden for some quiet time alone, but an evening at home was just as good. If I was spending time with her, then I was happy. She couldn’t see that yet. She was afraid that I wanted more from her, and I did, but I was perfectly fine with the journey that brought us there. I was definitely falling for her. I never thought I would feel that way again, but I couldn’t deny it. It was changing who I was—making me believe that there could be more to life than business and competition. My heart was learning to beat again, just like it did so many years ago when I still believed in love.
“This is really good.” She leaned forward and took a bite of her food.
“It would have been nice to go out, but I agree—spending time with you is good, wherever we are.” I nodded and smiled.
“I was talking about the food.” Her lips slowly formed a hint of a smile.
“I know.” I gave her a slight wink and reached for my wine. “Things got off to a chaotic start today, so I didn’t get a chance to tell you—I talked with one of my lawyers about the eviction notice you got.”
“Oh?” She looked up at me. “Good news or bad news?”
“A little of both.” I put down my plate. “My lawyer is familiar with the guy who owns your building—he’s a real estate developer named Charles Hawthorne. Unfortunately, Hawthorne is no pushover. The letter might not scare him off.”
“I was afraid of that…” She sighed.
“Don’t lose hope yet—my lawyer agreed with what I told you. Hawthorne might not back off without a fight, but he’s going to have a hard time proving his case.” I lifted the glass of wine to my lips and took a quick sip. “We can bury Hawthorne in interrogatories and discovery once the lawsuit is filed. If he’s smart, he’ll see that this is more trouble than it’s worth.”
“Gotta love the legal system.” Faith chuckled and shook her head. “Okay, I guess I won’t start packing my boxes anytime soon.”
I was glad that I was able to help—but more importantly, I was glad that Faith agreed to let me help her. She was so strong and independent that giving up even an inch to someone else was difficult. I understood it, but it was important for both people to see the relationship as a partnership, even if it was just beginning. I could throw dollars at her life and fix every single problem she had if she would let me. I knew she would never agree to that, but at least she leaned on me for the one she couldn’t easily solve on her own. There were more on the horizon—some she didn’t see coming yet. It was only a matter of time before her father’s factory shut down, and her parents were one paycheck away from losing their house.
“How are things going with your job search? Any new prospects?” I raised my eyebrow inquisitively and took the last bite of my food.
“Rutherford Trust didn’t call, and they announced their new hires, so it looks like that one isn’t going to work out.” She shrugged and took a sip of her wine. “I’m looking at some other options.”
“I know our last interview didn’t go the way you expected, but I would still hire you to work at Hawkins Capital if you wanted.” I tilted my head slightly.
“You know I can’t…” She shook her head back and forth. “I would know that I didn’t earn my spot—so would everyone else once they figured out that we were involved.”
“I had to give you a chance to turn me down.” I chuckled under my breath. “The offer is always open if you change your mind.”
“Thank you.” She nodded.
I helped Faith clean up once we were done eating, and then we found a movie to watch. It had been ages since I just sat on the couch and watched a movie—alone or with someone else. It was peaceful and kind of nice. I held Faith in my arms the entire time—lightly teasing her with my touch—watching as the hunger grew every time my fingers moved against her skin. I wanted her more than she could possibly realize, but I wanted it to be perfect. That didn’t mean I couldn’t do something for her—if she would let me do a little more than just touch. When the credits started to flash on the screen, I leaned forward and started to press my lips to her neck and moved them up to her ear. I heard a sigh, followed a moan.
“Can I make you come again tonight?” I ran my tongue along the bottom of her earlobe. “I don’t want to use my finger tonight.”
“Oh god…” She exhaled sharply. “You still want to do that—after the way things went earlier?”
“That doesn’t change anything. We’ll get there when you’re ready.” I pressed my lips to her neck and moved my hand down to her jeans.
“Okay…” She purred and leaned against me.
I unfastened Faith’s jeans and unzipped them. Her panties were already wet from my teasing. I couldn’t wait to taste that sweet cherry—I was going to devour it. My fingers pushed into the waistband of her panties, and I started to rub her clit. It quickly formed a hard knot underneath my touch. It wasn’t going to take much to make her erupt, but I didn’t want to do it with my finger. I gave her a few quick rotations and shifted her over to the couch. She looked up at me, and her pale-blue eyes were filled with anticipation. I wrapped my fingers around her jeans and panties—then stripped them off of her hips. It was a little harder than I intended, but she didn’t complain. Once she was naked from the waist down, I started kissing her inner thighs—slowly moving towards what I craved.
“Are you ready to give me a taste?” I growled and pushed her legs apart.
“Yes.” She exhaled sharply and nodded.
I kissed my way to the edge of her wetness and ran my tongue along the outside of her pussy lips. She was practically dripping with desire and lust. She would have probably let me take her virginity on the spot if I pushed for it—but I wasn’t ready for that. I could keep my need stifled until there was no hesitation. It would be much better that way. I listened to the sound of her light moans as I teased the sensitive skin around the outside of her pussy—moving closer each time I moved my tongue in a circle.
I used my finger to push the hood away from her clit and moved my tongue a little closer. Her moan got louder when I flicked my tongue against it, then I moved down to the entrance of her pussy and tasted her cherry—it was even sweeter than I expected. I pushed my tongue inside her—delivered a few quick thrusts—and then moved back to her clit. It was a hard knot—begging for the pleasure that she craved. I gave it a couple of flicks with my tongue and then started to move in quick circles that made her body get stiff for a moment.
“That feels really good—keep going—Daddy…” The last word lingered on her lips for a moment before she finally said it.
I didn’t even have to ask this time.
I rewarded her for addressing me the way that I wanted by moving my tongue faster. Her body got stiff when the pleasure intensified, but she quickly relaxed once I got a rhythm going. I loved the way she moaned—I was the first man to ever show her how amazing it could feel. My cock was throb
bing in my pants, but I ignored it so I could focus on her. I slowed down a little bit when I felt her hips start to move against the couch. Her breathing was getting heavy—her moans were turning into gasps. She was close, and I was ready to taste her orgasm. Her hands moved to the back of my head, and she started to grind herself against my tongue.
“Make me come Daddy—please make me come!” She started to tremble in anticipation of the release.
I stiffened my tongue and moved it as fast as I could against her clit. Her legs tried to close when the intense pleasure became overwhelming, but I pinned them to the couch. Her pussy began to clench, and then it spasmed. Her nails dug into my scalp, and she rolled forward. I heard a loud gasp; then she erupted in bliss. I kept her from moving and rolled my tongue around her clit while the orgasm consumed her. It was a lot more powerful than the one she had the night before—I could feel that just by the way her body reacted. I made the orgasm last as long as possible—and held her at the peak for long enough for a light scream to rush from her throat. The orgasm finally began to fade, and she twitched when the spot that brought her the most pleasurable experience of her life became so sensitive, she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“That was—so good.” She exhaled sharply. “Thank you.”
“Do you want another glass of wine?” I sat up and reached for the bottle.
“I do…” She nodded. “My throat is parched.
“Here you go.” I filled her glass and offered it to her.
“I feel guilty…” She sighed and took a sip.
“Why?” I raised an eyebrow.
“That’s twice now—and I haven’t done anything for you.” She bit down on her bottom lip.
“You have nothing to feel guilty about. I enjoy feeling you squirm—I love how your body reacts to things it has never felt before.” I took a sip of my wine.
“But—I know you would like something in return.” She took a sip of her wine and put her hand on my inner thigh.
“Only if you’re comfortable with it.” I exhaled sharply and felt a surge of desire sweep through me.
“I—I want to try.” She leaned forward and put her glass on the coffee table.
There was no way that I was going to be able to say no to those soft pouty lips if she wanted to wrap them around my cock. I was throbbing and so turned on from making her come that a few strokes from her hand would have probably done the trick. I leaned back on the couch, and she started to move her hands along the inside of my thighs, teasing my cock through the pants, and then she reached for my belt. Her pale-blue eyes were full of wonder—maybe a little nervousness—and then they lit up when she slid my pants down to expose the bulge in my boxer shorts. I was tempted to help her pull them down, but I just let her explore. It was going to be her first taste, and I didn’t want to rush it.
“Do you want me to make you come, Daddy?” She looked up at me and bit down on her bottom lip.
“Yes…” I exhaled sharply. “God yes…”
She slid my boxers down and then dropped to the floor between my thighs. I kicked off my shoes and got one leg free. She did the rest, tossing my pants and underwear on the floor by the couch. Her lips slowly moved up my legs—then she started to swirl her tongue against my skin when she reached my thighs. My cock got so tight that I didn’t think I was going to last long enough for those soft lips to make it to my balls. She might have been inexperienced, but she knew how to tease. I tensed up when her lips got so close to my balls that I could feel the heat of her breath—but then she moved a little higher and started pressing her lips to my skin. She made a circle, alternating between gentle kisses and flicks of her tongue, then she wrapped her hand around my cock. It pulsated against her fingers, and a loud groan immediately roared from within me.
“Am I doing it right, Daddy?” She looked up at me.
“You’re—fucking perfect.” I sucked oxygen into my lungs and gasped.
She gave me a few strokes with her hand—and by some grace of whatever deity watched over mankind, I managed not to come. There was something different about her touch—a different kind of connection than what I was used to. I liked her—I was falling for her—that made what she was doing so much better than chasing a release with someone that didn’t matter. It had been so long since I cared about the woman I was with. I learned to block out the emotional passion that was supposed to come with desires of the flesh. It wasn’t just about the bliss that her lips would bring—it was the fact that she wanted to be there. I thought I was already broken and damaged beyond repair, but in that moment, I realized that I just needed the right woman. I could let go—I could fall—I could embrace whatever we had, even if she never submitted to me the way that I thought she would have to in order for our relationship to work.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this.” She smiled and pressed her lips to the head of my cock.
“I know I am…” I felt a shudder sweep through my body.
Faith’s lips parted, and she began to pull my cock into her mouth. Her lips felt incredible—her mouth was warm and wet. She adjusted her jaw so that she could let me easily slide against her tongue and started to massage the bottom of my shaft. I watched my cock disappear between her lips as she covered it with her saliva and moved down my shaft. She made it throb as she worked her way back to the head and rolled her tongue around it in several quick circles. A second later, she was sliding down my length again and let the head crash into the back of her throat. My head rolled back against the couch, and I gasped. I was used to being in control—I was used to grabbing a woman by the hair and fucking her mouth instead of letting her pleasure me—but I resisted those urges. I let Faith tease me as she moved at the pace that was comfortable for her.
“God damn, that feels so fucking good.” I let my hand rest on her head. “You’re going to have a mouth full of Daddy’s cum real soon.”
She moaned—it was an enthusiastic moan—like she was trying to coax the lust from my balls. She was going to get it, but I wasn’t there yet. I certainly wanted to come, but her lips were just too fucking good to rush it. My cock slammed into the back of her throat several times, and then she swallowed. My eyes rolled back in my head. I didn’t expect that. Every inch of my dick disappeared between her lips until they were resting against my balls. She took a couple of seconds to adjust to it and then started moving her lips up and down my entire length. I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hand trembled, and I felt my balls get tight.
“I’m gonna come!” I threw my head back, and a throaty-growl followed a loud gasp.
My whole body got stiff for a second, and then I felt cum surging through my shaft. My eruption was like a geyser and it filled Faith’s throat with my seed. She started swallowing immediately and choked as she worked to get it down. Her lips kept moving while she swallowed, and she didn’t stop until every drop was drained from my balls. My head fell back against the couch and it was spinning from the mixture of pleasure and complete euphoria. Faith pulled her lips to the head of my cock, licked off the last few drops, and then moved to the couch beside me. My eruption was so good that I was drained. I extended my hand for the glass of wine and she gave it to me—I doubt I could have reached it on my own. I took several sips, and then draped an arm across Faith’s shoulder so I could pull her close.
“I could get addicted to that.” I exhaled sharply and leaned forward to put down my glass of wine.
“Maybe we can do it again on our next date.” She looked up at me and smiled.
“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.” I grinned and pressed my lips to her forehead. “How about tomorrow?”
“I think my schedule is clear.” She bit down her bottom lip and nodded.
We don’t even have to go anywhere…
Faith
Alexio stayed and held me in his arms for a couple of hours, and then it was time for him to go. We shared one more kiss, and then I was all alone in my apartment—just like I was the day before. I enjoyed being
able to give Alexio a taste of what he was generous enough to do for me. I thought it would be strange to call him Daddy, but it felt right when the word rolled off my tongue. I was still confused by his insinuation that I wasn’t ready to be the woman he wanted me to be. The path—the journey—I wasn’t really sure what it all meant. Maybe I had to understand that before I would ever be ready to be the submissive girl he craved. He didn’t seem to be disappointed or upset, but I couldn’t shake the lingering fear that it would eventually become a roadblock in our relationship. I was willing to endure the spanking, even if it hurt, just because I knew it was something he wanted.
I certainly earned it after sleeping late and ruining our plans—although it probably turned out better than either of us expected.
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The next day
I woke up early and checked on the resumes I had submitted. It had become a daily ritual, but it was feeling like nothing more than wasted time. I had no idea what I needed to do to be more competitive. I wasn’t the best student in my class, but I still earned good grades. If Alexio was serious about hiring me, then the other companies in the investments industry should have been interested as well—but they were hiring my classmates and graduates from other schools. I didn’t do as much networking as I should have, and I couldn’t help but wonder if that was coming back to bite me in the ass. After another round of being disappointed on the job front, I decided to call my parents and catch up. I thought about calling Jennifer, but I didn’t have anything useful to share about the apartment, and I knew she was busy with her mother’s case. My phone lit up, and I saw Alexio’s name on the screen.
Alexio: Do you think you will be able to wake up by five o’clock today, or should we try to meet up a little later?
Faith: Five is fine. I promise I won’t oversleep this time! I won’t even take a nap today!
Alexio: How would you like to come to my place? I’d like to cook dinner for you.
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