Daphne Vs. Daddy

by Mona Cox

  Oh. Now we’re getting into The Talk territory. How serious is this? Where is our relationship going? Normally, I’m sweating bullets right about now. I'll dive into bathrooms or dive out of vehicles to get out of this talk.

  But with Daphne? Instead of feeling a sheen of sweat build up on my forehead, I’m just feeling…happy. Confident.

  Being with her is what I want, no matter who finds out.

  Apparently, my moment of self-reflection is scaring Daph because she blurts out, “Because I’m okay just being fuck buddies. I mean, who doesn’t want to have a fuck buddy? I can tell Carla that’s all we are. It’s okay, really it—”

  “I don’t want to just be fuck buddies with you,” I say, interrupting her avalanche of words. It didn’t seem like she was going to be stopping on her own anytime soon.

  “You don’t? You want…more?”

  “Yeah, I do,” I say, squeezing her hand tightly, in lieu of fucking her on top of our table. Sad choice to make, but even as much as they love me here, I’m pretty sure they wouldn’t be okay with me fucking Daph right here on the tabletop.

  “You do?” she repeats in a breathy whisper, staring at me as if she isn’t quite sure I’m real. “But Heather…you said that she got too clingy, that you felt smothered by her. I don’t want to smother you.”

  The waiter comes back just then to pour our whiskey, and after the little ceremony, which includes me swirling and tasting it and giving my approval to the waiter, he disappears again.

  “Hold on, don’t we need to order?” Daph says, staring after our waiter. I shrug.

  “I’ve been here often enough. They know what I like.”

  “Oh. Right. Well…” she stops and just stares at me, and I can see it in her eyes; she isn’t sure she can believe me.

  “I really do want to be with you, Daph. I know it’s fast, but at the same time, I’ve known you for so long. It’s like I’ve always known you. I don’t want to walk away now. I want to be in your life…if you’ll have me.”

  She nods, not saying a word, pressing a fist into her mouth as she stares at me. “Yeah, I’d really like that,” she finally whispers. “But Dominic, we have to tell Mom. I can’t hide you from her. She’s not going to be happy, but she is my mom. She should know.”

  “You’re right,” I say with a confident smile. “And how can you be so sure that she won’t be happy? I think she’s going to be thrilled. You know we parted on good terms, and she still calls me for financial advice.”

  “She does? I didn’t know that.”

  I shrug. “I like helping her out however I can. I set her up for life when we divorced, but she’s starting to enjoy learning how to play the stock market, and I give her hot tips whenever I come across them.”

  “How is it that I didn’t know that?” she asks me wonderingly.

  “I don’t know. It isn’t like I’ve tried to hide it from you. I guess your mom just didn’t think she needed to tell you.”

  Which is when our plates of sushi arrive, and I smile to myself.

  Time to hand-feed Daphne.

  15

  Daphne

  Mom and I bustle around the kitchen, working on my mom’s specialty—vegetarian lasagne—while her wife works in the office on her latest novel. I like my mom’s wife, Trish, but it’s also nice to just spend some alone time with my mom.

  After getting over the shock of me saying Dominic’s name, my mom seems to have taken the news pretty well. At least, she has so far. Then again, she hasn’t had a chance to grill Dominic to a nice char-broil. Yet. Sometimes, I think my mom thinks she has to make up for me not having a dad—at least, one that stuck around—and so she plays the part of both parents. If she owned a shotgun, she’d totally clean it when my boyfriends came over to meet her.

  Thank God she’s a vegetarian lesbian pacifist who refuses to actually do something like own a gun. She’s scary enough without one.

  “How is work going?” mom asks as she hands me greens to tear up for the salad.

  “Pretty good. I got to operate on a patient the other day. Came into the ER with a perforated—”

  “I think my imagination can take it from there,” my mother interrupts me with a pained smile.

  I definitely didn’t get my love of the human anatomy from my mother. Blood, needles, and puke, or even the mention of such things, makes her squeamish. Not that puke rates very high on my list either, but as an ER doctor, I got more than my fair share of it.

  “Anyway, they’re going to send me to a conference in Florida. In July! I think my boss hates me. Everyone knows you don’t visit Florida in July.”

  “You don’t?” my mom says, surprised.

  “It’s hot and humid and miserable in Florida in July. You go to Florida in January, when you’re sick of slipping on ice—”

  Ding dong

  The front door bell rings, and I quit ripping the spinach to pieces to hurry to the front door to let Dominic in. He's looking so damn handsome, I almost can’t breathe for a moment, looking up at him.

  “Hey baby,” Dominic says, pulling me forward, into his arms. “You look good enough to eat.”

  He proves his words by nuzzling my neck and then moving his lips up to mine. He runs his tongue along the seam of my lips and then dips into my mouth with a muted groan.

  “There you are,” my mom says, bustling into the room, interrupting our nookie. Dammit. I was quite enjoying that lip lock. I pull back with an unhappy sigh, which my mother ignores.

  “Okay, Dominic, you and I need to have a talk while the lasagna is cooking,” she says seriously, directing us toward the family room. “A whiskey?”

  “Do you have Yamazaki Bourbon Barrel?”

  “Of course. As soon as Daph told me it was you, I bought a bottle.”

  I won’t lie, hearing my mom talk like that—that she knows more about Dominic than I do—sent a little spark of jealousy through me. It’s weird to be jealous of my own mom, but dammit, she used to fuck Dominic every night. Surely she’s regretting leaving him behind, right?

  Trish comes in and settles down next to my mom, and as I look back and forth between them, watching the happiness light up both of their faces at the sight of the other person, I realize—my mom may know Dom’s favorite brand of whiskey, but that doesn’t mean she wants to be married to him. There’s a world of difference between those two things.

  “Oh, I almost forgot,” my mom says with a happy laugh, and gets up to get Dominic his whiskey. “Daph, what are you wanting?”

  “Do you have the makings of a cosmo?” I ask hopefully.

  “No, sorry. Gin and tonic instead?”

  “Sure, that’s good.” It’s free alcohol; I’m not going to turn up my nose at it.

  After my mom distributes drinks for all—including red wine for her and Trish—she settles back down next to her wife and pins Dominic to the couch with her laser-focused gaze. Dominic is stroking his thumb over my hand, reassuring me. I’ve never been nervous before, bringing a boyfriend home like this—usually, whether my mom likes a guy or not, I’m still going to date him. I’m way too old to get permission from my mother on who I date.

  But Dominic…? This is a whole different ball of wax.

  “What are your intentions with my daughter?”

  So, my mom totally beats around the bush, if by beating around the bush, you mean takes a baseball bat to the bush and whacks it to pieces. She has all the subtlety of a pissed-off giraffe.

  “Moommmm, don’t—”

  “It’s okay,” Dominic says, squeezing my hand. “Mary, before I say anything else, I want you to know that nothing ever happened between Daphne and I when I was married to you. Not even in a vague way. It wasn’t until I met her at the Bemelmans Bar in the Carlyle Hotel that I looked at her as anything other than my ex-wife’s daughter. We didn’t set out to have this happen, it just did.”

  “Thank you, I appreciate you saying that.” And her shoulders did look a little less tense. I can breathe a li
ttle easier. “After Roger, it’s hard for me to get excited about any guy Daphne brings home.” Mom never did like Roger, and his birthday present that totally went off the rails didn’t help matters. She wasn’t exactly heartbroken over me breaking things off with him.

  “As for my intentions with your daughter, right now, they’re simply to get to know her. We’ve only been dating for 10 days or so, so I can’t say anything more than that. I know her as a girl I helped raise, not as a woman to love. That is a side of her that I’m still learning about.”

  He takes a sip of his whiskey and I smile up at him. He seems so calm, so in control, so confident. Seeing him like this just makes me want to fuck him.

  Well, let’s be honest, everything makes me want to fuck him.

  “Well, you know, you should be careful. My ex-husband is a powerful man and if you don’t behave, he’ll kick your ass.”

  There is dead silence in the room for a moment, and then everyone busts up laughing. Trish leans over and kisses my mom, laughing heartily. “God, you're a riot,” she says with a huge grin on her face. They start snogging, and I loudly clear my throat.

  “Hey, you didn’t let Dominic and I do that earlier, it’s not fair that you get to do it now,” I say.

  My mom waves a hand in our general direction. “Dinner won’t be done for another 45 minutes. You guys go upstairs. Leave us be.” She dives back to Trish’s lips and they start making out again, so I look over at Dominic and wiggle my eyebrows lasciviously.

  “Wanna go check out my room?” I ask in a naughty whisper.

  “Absolutely,” he whispers back, a grin breaking across his face.

  Yeah, bringing him home to meet mom was a damn good idea, after all.

  16

  Daphne

  I know it's wrong.

  See also, ‘it feels so right.’

  Yeah, so Dominic and I are totally shuffling off to the bedroom I slept in when he was my stepfather. On more than one occasion, he’d said good night to me as his daughter in this very room. I still remember looking up at the handsome man I was used to thinking of as my daddy, thinking that I’d be lucky if, once I grew up, I found a man like him.

  Where he tucked me in, he’s going to fuck me…

  Whoa!

  Sometimes I look at my life, and I kind of can’t believe it, you know? I used to be such a nice girl. I mean, I was in what I thought to be a stable relationship, one that lasted for five years. And now look at me, my pussy aching for my stepfather’s cock. To say this is insane doesn’t even start to describe it. Oh, but I love every second of it.

  Dominic’s hands close over mine. He pulls my hands up over my head. Breath against my lips, against my neck, his mouth hovers but never makes contact. The torture so sweet that is made so much sweeter because I’m in the room I grew up in. There’s something deliciously taboo about it. All the negative parts about fucking my stepfather are not in focus right now and I can only think of the hot part where dear old daddy is going to be inside me soon.

  Dominic pulls one hand down to trace down the side of my body, the other one still holding up my hands. My wrists are clamped together in his hold. My whole body is wound so tight with the ways he’s touching me. I know we’re going to fuck, soon, and just the thought of him inside me is driving me wild with desire. My breathing goes shallow and my mind is fuzzy. I suck in my lower lip and look into his eyes.

  Those eyes of his are sharp, piercing, so sensual I could drown in them. Melting before him, I love the way he looks at me with the same intense desire I feel burning through me.

  His hand sweeps over my pussy. Even though I’m still wearing clothes and it was just his knuckles grazing over the covered skin, the feeling of him over my pussy makes me inhale so sharply. I’m picturing him deep inside me now. The way Dominic’s fingers felt inside me. The way his cock fills me up. I want all that, and I want it right now. No—I need it.

  “I need you so bad, daddy,” I say, releasing my bottom lip to pout at him with a little quiver.

  “You want daddy to defile you, baby girl?” Dominic purrs.

  We’re in our own little world right now, seducing each other to the absolute point of no return. There’s nothing off limits when we play our little games, and whatever is wrong in the real world is just hotter for being taboo here.

  I push my breasts out, arching my back as I do it. “Please daddy, touch me,” I whimper.

  The thing is, I’m only sort of putting on an act right now. Because I really, desperately need him to touch me. There’s a fever rushing through my blood and every second his fingers graze over me on my breast, over my stomach, up my forearm, I think I might lose my mind. If I haven’t lost it yet, that is.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” Dominic says with a growl. His hand sweeps up to capture a fistful of my hair. He pulls me toward him for a bruising kiss. His mouth crushes mine, lips slamming over mine, his tongue claiming my own with hot velvet between the steam of his kiss. Dominic kisses better than most men fuck. I think that if he kisses me like this for even a few more seconds I might cum right now, and he’s not even in my thong right now.

  I try to pull away from the kiss and he won’t let me. His mouth claims me, and he pulls me closer to him.

  Moaning into his mouth, I give in to his every desire. After all, those desires are my own. I love the way he takes charge of my body. Really, it's more than that. Dominic’s possessive reign over my body extends to my mind. He seems to know every exact way to bring me maximum pleasure.

  Dominic captures my bottom lip between his teeth, grazing it with his own low moan into my mouth. When he pulls back and releases me from the kiss, I struggle to find my breath again.

  The taste of him in my mouth lingers and makes me press my lips together. I feel them sore from where he’s touched them, and I like the little reminders of how he’s touched me.

  “Your mouth is mine, Daphne,” Dominic says.

  His eyes stop my heart for a second, the way they hold me in place.

  My wrists are tightened in his grip. “Your hands are mine,” Dominic says. “To hold back or put where I want them.”

  How am I supposed to breathe? My eyes dart wildly to his face and my heart flutters. His dominance turns me on so much it almost hurts. He might be hotter than men half his age (and with a ripped body to match his handsome face), and he might be as charming as a British secret agent… But, really, it’s the way he wields his dominance over me that just gets me. Men like him simply don’t exist anymore.

  Dominic’s hot breath ghosts over my nipples through my shirt then, and I let out a weak whimper of anticipation. “Your breasts are mine, to bite, suck, or cum all over whenever I like,” he says. I shiver at his words. Though I begin to nod, Dominic grips my jaw and makes me stop and look at him. As if I want to look anywhere else.

  “Your pussy is mine to taste and to fuck. Whose pussy is this, Daphne?” His words make me moan and I forget my own name for a second until he says it. I’ve never had anyone say such filthy things to me before. I didn’t even know that they could turn me on this much.

  I can’t find my voice for a second. I want to immediately respond to his sensual words with the admission that makes me so hot and so wet I can barely breathe, but I don’t find the words.

  Dominic shoves his hand down my panties, through my pants, and his hands are on my clit and so close to my pussy that I yelp out.

  Still no answer from me, but I’m trying. I feel like my mind is trying to swim backwards against the current. I can actually feel myself getting wetter, though. I'm loving every second of this. And that’s putting it lightly.

  “I won’t ask again. Even though I want that pussy so badly, I’ll still just go jerk off in the bathroom. I will, and I don’t want to,” Dominic says with a sharp tone in his voice that pierces through my thoughts.

  “This pussy is your pussy. Please fuck me, please,” I moan out. My voice breaks out like I’m drowning and gasping for air. Heat blaze
s through me at the sensual admission. I need his hands, his mouth, his cock; I need anything that he can give me. Fuck, at this point, I could watch him stroke his cock and it would make me cum.

  “I’m going to fuck you. But first I’m going taste my sweet pussy. Even though it doesn’t need a warm-up. I fucking love how much you want me, Daphne.” He buries his face in my neck and sinks his teeth into my skin.

  The instant I feel his feral contact against my body, something breaks within me. A heat builds up in my pussy that makes me tremble.

  Dominic tosses me over his shoulder and then drops me, stomach down, onto the bed. I feel him yanking off my pants and pulling me up to my knees before I even know what’s happening.

  I feel the heat of his mouth over my pussy and my toes curl.

  Oh God. My stepfather has me on my bed—the same bed where he used to tuck me in. Somehow my mind keeps on circling back to that thought, and the forbidden nature of it just makes me grow even wetter. His mouth closes over my pussy with nothing but the flimsy, soaked cotton of my panties between us. I’m moaning loudly and my face heats up. I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but part of the moaning is just my body releasing some of the tension his touch builds up inside me.

  I’ve never had anyone eat my pussy from behind before. I feel so exposed already, and then Dominic’s thumbs are hooked at the side of my thong.

  Slowly, he pulls it down. I wiggle my ass, eager for his mouth to be on me. The air is crisp and cold when it makes contact with my bared skin.

  Dominic’s warm breath over my pussy makes me shiver. I bite my lip, steeling myself for the moment he makes contact.

  A few seconds feel like forever, and then his nose is pressed inside my pussy folds and his tongue is lapping up and down them. His hands grip my thighs. His thumbs knead circles into my flesh. Heat pools in my belly. Lust spirals higher and higher within me.

  Dominic’s tongue draws flat through my folds, widening and pressing through me. His hands draw up and down my thighs, making me shake. No matter how much I tremble, my body can’t shake free. Dominic’s holding me tight and his mouth is all over my pussy. I keep squeezing my eyes shut and curling up my toes, the intensity of the sensation so intense I can barely hold onto it.