“Baby, I need you. But if you’re not ready. If you need more time. . .”
“No. No, please. I need you too. I feel like I’ve waited for you forever.”
“I know the feeling.” He stood, still holding her and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
She lay kisses along his neck as he walked into the house then into the bedroom.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as he laid her on the bed. He grabbed her skirt, yanking it down her legs. Then he reached for the buttons on her shirt, undoing them one by one. “I cannot wait to taste every inch of you. I cannot believe that I get you forever. In my bed. In my arms. Over my lap.”
He winked at her as she let out a protesting noise. “Can we not talk about spankings? My ass still throbs.”
“Good,” he told her. “Just remember this feeling next time you think or say bad things about my baby girl.”
She sat up to remove her bra and then she was lying naked on the bed, watching him stare at her. The hunger in his gaze drove her own.
“Cup your breasts,” he told her as he hastily started to strip. Off went his shirt, revealing that gorgeous chest. She could just stare at him all day.
“Glad you feel that way, sweet pea,” he told her dryly. “But you still haven’t done as I ordered.”
Oh, fuck. She immediately cupped her breasts, watching intently as he drew off his pants and boxers, revealing his thick, erect cock.
“Can I taste it?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, you may. I’d tell you to sit on the bed, but it might be easier if you kneeled on the floor.”
She eagerly climbed onto the floor. She’d never enjoyed giving blow jobs before and she’d never done it in this position. Jeff had just laid on his back while she bobbed her head back and forth, sucking on his cock. There was something about this very submissive pose that had her heart racing and her clit aching.
As she settled her mouth around the head of his heavy shaft, he placed his hand on top of her head. He didn’t try to guide her or tug at her hair. He just kept his hand there as she took his cock as far as she could into her mouth, humming in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, baby. Keep that up and I’m not going to last.”
She smiled. She liked having this power over him. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft then around the head, pressing it flat against the tip before taking him deep once more, sucking strongly. She reached up and gently cupped his balls.
He groaned. A deep, low sound. Then he gave her hair a light tug. “Enough, baby. Much as I’m fucking enjoying every second of you sucking me off, I want to come in that pussy.”
“Later,” she muttered, not wanting to give this up. The taste of him was addictive. It was a heady feeling.
He grasped her under the arms and lifted her, placing her back on the bed. “Not later. Now. Are you forgetting who is in charge here?”
Oh, fuck. Maybe she had for a few seconds.
“Sorry, Sir,” she told him breathlessly.
“You’re going to have to be punished for that,” he told her darkly.
He wasn’t going to spank her again, was he? He turned away and walked over to the wardrobe. He bent down, which gave her a very delightful view of his delicious ass. Seriously, how did his ass look that good?
“I’m glad you like the look of my ass.” He turned and she gaped as she saw he held some handcuffs in his hand. “As well as buying things for my sweet little baby. I also bought a couple of things for my naughty girl.” He held up his other hand, showing her the vibrator. She blushed bright red.
“We don’t need a vibrator!” He wasn’t really going to use that on her, was he?
“Hands above your head.”
He fastened one cuff around her wrist then wrapped the long chain attaching the cuffs together around one of the rungs of the wrought-iron headboard. Then he fastened the other cuff around her other wrist. He sat and smiled down at her. “Now, that’s better. I think I’ll be buying some more toys in the future to use on you. You look so delicious tied to my bed.”
He turned on the vibrator. She studied it, noting the bunny ears that would rub against her clit. She’d never even used a vibrator, had never been able to afford one.
“The next one I’ll get will have a piece that goes up your bottom. Oh, and we need a waterproof vibrator. We’re going to have so much fun.”
She shivered at the dark promise in his voice.
“Do you know why I’m going to use this on you?” he asked as he turned it on and held the rabbit ears against one of her nipples. She gasped then groaned at the sensation. “Beautiful. So responsive. Well, baby?”
“N-no!”
“Because I want to torture you a little. Because I want to watch your face as I pleasure you. As I bring you to the brink again and again without letting you fall over. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
He could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t think that sounded fun at all. Oh well, he’d just have to show her.
“Spread your legs, sweet pea.”
Her face was already flushed, her breath coming in fast pants. He leaned in, unable to help himself, and sucked on her closest nipple, running the tongue over the tip. Fuck, maybe he should have come in her mouth. His cock was throbbing, his balls aching.
She pushed her legs wide and he moved the shaft of the vibrator along her slick lips, covering it in her juices. He held it up so they could both see it glisten with dew.
“My baby is so turned on, isn’t she? Poor darling. So hard for her to wait to be allowed to come.”
“Noo!” she wailed. “This is so unfair!
“Aww, maybe I should have bought a gag for you too, hm?”
She gave him wide eyes at that. He wouldn’t use a gag this first time. Not until she was more comfortable with him calling the shots in the bedroom.
“If anything is sore or uncomfortable, you tell me. Or you can use your safe word at any time.” He moved so he could watch as the vibrator slid into her pussy. She groaned as it entered her fully.
“Christ, baby girl.” He leaned down and sucked on her clit. She let out a startled cry. But he quickly pulled back then adjusted the vibrator so the ears lay against her swollen clit. Then he lay on his side next to her, watching her as he turned the vibrator on.
Her hips arched up. Her scream filled the room. Oh, yes, she was incredibly responsive. Fuck, he was lucky. He drove the vibrator gently in and out of her pussy, being careful to make sure that the ears brushed against her clit when it was fully inside her.
“Please. Please. Ohh,” she screamed as he drew the vibrator out.
“Tut-tut, you’ve got to wait for my permission to come, sweet pea,” he chided her. “You come without my say so and you’re going to be a very sorry little girl.”
“That’s-that’s so unfair!”
If she could have, he was certain she would have stomped her feet and crossed her arms over her chest. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glistening with anger and arousal. She licked her lips.
“Please. Please.”
He slowly pressed the vibrator inside her. Watching as her breathing grew erratic, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. “Please let me come!”
He drew it out of her pussy once more.
“No!” she screamed, glaring at him. “You are so mean! Let me come!”
“Uh-uh, that’s not the way to talk to Daddy. Especially when you want something. That sort of attitude just makes him torture you more.”
He pushed the vibrating shaft back inside her. He knew her clit had to be very sensitive by now. He couldn’t last much longer. He had to be inside her.
“I’m sorry, Sir. Please let me come. Please.”
He leaned down and kissed her. The kiss was hard. Hot. And he knew he couldn’t last any longer.
“Come, baby. Come for me. Scream for me.”
She arched her back with a scream that was probably loud enough to scare the neighbors. And he’d never b
een so fucking turned on in his life as he was lying there, watching her come. Her body shook. Her reactions were totally uninhibited.
He turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside before quickly grabbing a condom from the nightstand. He pushed it over his cock then settled himself between her legs. He paused, caught her gaze with his.
“Ready for this, baby?”
She licked her lips. “Oh, yes. Please. I need you inside me.”
He slowly inched his way inside her. He was a big guy and he didn’t want to hurt her. But she was more than ready for him. Her warmth engulfed him and he let out a small moan of pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel good, baby. So good I’m not going to last.”
“Fuck me,” she told him. “Fuck me, please.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled out. Drove forward. With each thrust, he moved slightly faster. He felt his orgasm building. His balls burned. There was an ache in his lower back.
Fuck. Fuck.
Leaning in, he kissed her again. And the feel of her tongue against his. Of her wrapping her arms tightly around him, it sent him spiraling. He pressed deep, claiming her fully as he let out a roar of release.
* * *
She didn’t know sex could feel so good.
She’d known it would be different with Macca. Everything was different with him. Better. But shit, that exceeded her expectations.
His chest moved under her cheek. They were lying tangled together in bed.
“Glad to know I exceeded your expectations, sweet pea.”
She groaned, too relaxed to be embarrassed that she’d said that out loud. Besides, it was true. She just wasn’t sure if she should add to his ego.
He ran the tips of his fingers down her arm. “Thank you, baby.”
She leaned up on one arm, looking down at him. “For what?”
“For giving me your trust. Your submission. Your Little. I’m going to work hard to ensure you never regret that.”
“I already know that I never will.”
She leaned in to kiss him lightly. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss. Then he drew back with a groan of reluctance.
“What is it?” she asked.
“We need to talk about the house. And my father.” He sat up and drew her up with him, so they were facing one another. He took hold of her hand in his, as though he couldn’t bare not to be touching her.
“I still don’t get it.”
“Well, I think I do. You helped Nan when she needed it. She obviously cared about you a lot, same as you did for her. She wanted to help you. She knew you needed this place more than I do.”
She shook her head. “It’s still not right.”
He tapped her nose. “Hear me out, little one. No interrupting.”
She sighed. “Okay. Sorry.”
“For some nefarious reason,” he grinned at her and she rolled her eyes, “my father wants this place. And he’s going to contest the will. Whether he’s successful at overturning it or not, we’ll have to wait and see.”
“I don’t want to sell it.”
“What did I say about interrupting?”
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said. She batted her eyelashes at him, hoping to charm him.
“Not working, little one. Any more interrupting me and I’m going to gag you.”
She mimed zipping her mouth and throwing away the key. He rolled his eyes but his lips twitched.
“I was thinking what if we let Everly and Nico live here?”
She bounced up and down with excitement, wincing slightly as her sore ass protested, clapping her hands but keeping her lips together.
He grinned. “You can talk now.”
“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Everly said they’re living in a tiny one-bed apartment. They’d love to live here.” She frowned.
“What is it?”
“What if your dad tries to hassle them or something? What if tying the will up in court means they get thrown out or something?”
“I don’t know if that can happen but I’ll need to check with Mr. Georgeson. As for my father, well, I may need to figure something out. But whatever happens, I will take care of it. And you. I will always take care of you.”
“I’m yours, Daddy. And you’re mine. I love you so much.”
“Me too, little one.”
They smiled at each other then his eyes widened. “Oh, wait. I forgot the letter.” He snapped his fingers and climbing from the bed, he grabbed his pants, tugging out an envelope from the pocket.
He sat back on the edge of the mattress and she slid over next to him, moving gingerly with her sore ass.
His name was scrawled on the front of the envelope. She easily recognized Penny’s writing. She wrapped her arm around him. “Would you like me to leave you to read it?”
“No, I want you to stay.” He opened the letter.
Dear Alexander,
If you’re reading this, darling, I’m gone. I know you must be confused and maybe angry about why I didn’t tell you I was ill but I had my reasons. I knew you’d insist on coming home to care for me. I didn’t want that for you. You have a life of your own and I didn’t want you dropping everything to come care for an old woman. Especially not when I know what bad memories this place has for you. Your father is a troubled man, definitely not a good man. I hated the way he treated your mother, and I tried to help her leave him many times. Thank goodness, she took my help in the end.
And now I must ask for your help. I know you are probably confused why I left the house to Georgina. She has been my rock, Alexander. We met when she needed me. But what she didn’t know was how much I needed her. It probably wasn’t fair of me, to bring such a young, vibrant girl into a house with a sick, old lady, but I was selfish. I wanted that darling girl. I wanted to help her.
And I wanted her for you.
Now, I know you think I sound crazy. I’ve never told you this, but your grandfather and I had a unique relationship. I was his sub. And sometimes I was his baby girl. I know that’s the sort of relationship you desire, I’ve seen your Daddy side come out many times. And I think that Georgina could very much use a Daddy. A Dom. Someone to love and cherish her.
But that is up to the two of you. I can but hope I guided the two of you together. I kept her a secret, well, because I’m selfish again. I knew you would have looked into her, and her past doesn’t accurately show what a kind, generous, sweet girl she is. Only being in her presence will do that.
So, if you didn’t meet and fall in love as I had hoped, I left her the house so that she could have some security. So that she could have a home. I know you don’t need it, darling. And I know you would understand.
Your father on the other hand. . .I write this part with a heavy heart. I know he will do whatever he needs to gain ownership of the house and land. You see, your father was hit hard in the recession. He had extended himself too far and ended up in financial difficulty. I had received an offer from an investor who wanted to tear my house down and build a resort. I refused. Your father was putting pressure on me to sell to help him out. Little did he know that I could have helped him without selling up. However, the way he acted towards me, well, let’s just say that there was no way I was giving him any money.
However, your father found out about the investor. He took a deposit from him, knowing I wouldn’t be around for long. He needs ownership of this house, Alexander. And he will turn nasty. I have something to stop him from doing anything to you or Georgina or the house. You’ll find it in the back garden under our favorite tree where we used to sit and watch the ocean.
I’ve always been proud of you, Alexander. I love you, always.
Nan
Gigi wiped away tears.
“Holy shit. Nan was a sub?”
Gigi let out a watery giggle. “And a Little.”
“Jesus, I never even had a clue. And she knew about me. She wanted us to meet up.” He looked down at her and she smiled up at him tentatively. “I
guess she’s looking down and smiling. My Nan, the matchmaker.” He shook his head then he laughed. “I can’t believe it.”
“Neither can I. She wanted to give me a home. Either with you or here.”
He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her tight. “Come on, let’s find a shovel and find what she’s got on the old man. What a fucking asshole.”
Gigi nodded. He’d get no argument from her. “I can’t believe he was putting pressure on your nan to sell. That he took money from someone who wants to tear this place down.”
“It doesn’t surprise me a bit,” he told her as they got dressed and made their way out to the garden shed. He pulled out a shovel and walked over to the old gum tree in the yard. He started to dig on the side closest to the ocean.
“Do you think whatever she buried here is what he was looking for the other day in her study?” she asked, staring around them in worry. Almost as though she expected his dad to turn up at any moment.
“Who knows? Maybe.” He hit something and dug around it before pulling out a tin box, the sort that once held cookies. “Come on, let’s get you out of the sun.”
She wanted to demand he open it straight away but knew he wouldn’t budge. They made their way into the living room and she sat on the sofa next to him. He opened up the tin box. Inside was a folded-up piece of paper, along with a bunch of photos.
She pulled out the photos, placing them on the coffee table. Nausea bubbled in her stomach as she took in the photos of Macca’s father in compromising positions with several different women.
“Shit. She had him followed.” He looked up from the papers. “This is the private investigator’s report.” His eyes widened as he stared at the photos. He pointed to one. “That’s the mayor’s wife. The mayor is his favorite golf buddy. If he found out that good old dad was banging his wife, my father would be in a fuckload of trouble. Holy shit. That’s one of his business partner’s wives.” He pointed to a photo of his father kissing a tiny brunette. There were other photos of him shaking hands with different men and handing them envelopes. “The investigator took photos of him giving bribes.” He turned the photos over to find they were labelled. He glanced down at the report. “Some of them are building inspectors. Others are contractors he probably paid off to work quick and cut corners. Jesus.”
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