Daphne Vs. Daddy

by Mona Cox

  "Why can't you just tell me? I don't care what you did, but I'd be more hurt if there was someone more qualified and they never got the chance because of me and you..." Christine begins but I stop her.

  "I can't say anything more, Christine," I say to her in a very professional manner. "I hope you understand. It's just my principles I can't compromise."

  Christine's eyes go wide and she spends a long moment staring at me. Then, as if she's putting a wall around her heart, she composes herself.

  "You have your principles, I get that," she tells me. "I do too."

  And with that, she scoots her chair back and gets up. I watch her as she walks away.

  I guess the ball is truly in her court now.

  Let's see what she does with it.

  168

  Christine

  “Don’t tell me you’re breaking up with Professor Hung?” Kim asks me, placing the straw of her cocktail between her lips and taking a sip. She always has these nicknames for the men we’re dating - and Anders’ happens to varies from Professor Hung to Professor Handsome.

  “It’s… complicated,” I tell her, staring down at my own cocktail but not drinking it. I just move the straw around in long, wide circles, thinking back to my fight with Anders. And now that Kim is putting it like that, these two terrible words - break up - feel like a neon sign inside my head.

  “Of course it is complicated,” Kim looks me in the eye and places her cocktail down. She’s looking at me in that way of hers, reading me as if she’s a psychic. “You’re torn between the UN Consultancy Program and Professor Handsome,” she tells me patiently. Kim always had a knack for understanding people, and she always gets to the bottom of things without tiptoeing around the truth. That’s why I’m here with her, in one of the booths at Dos Caminos, recounting her what just happened with Anders. The fight, the way I stormed off… I even told her of the amazing sex we had before it.

  “Yeah… I guess…” I mutter, still moving the straw around in an endless circle, my heart tightening up inside my chest as I realize that I might have ruined things with both Anders and the Consultancy Program. But I just don’t know what to do! This is a complete mess, and it’s all my fault.

  “So, pick one,” she smiles at me, and I can tell that she understands how hard that choice really is. How do you make a choice like this - your ambitions and your whole future, or the man of your dreams? Why can’t I just have both?

  “It’s not that simple,” I state the obvious, forcing myself to take a sip out of my cocktail. Maybe if I get a little buzz going on I’ll find the courage to make a decision. Hooray for liquid courage, right?

  “Yeah, yeah. It’s complicated,” Kim sighs, taking another sip out of her cocktail, “it’s always complicated with you, girl. But I get it, you’re between a rock and a hard place. But there’s no way around it - you’ll have to decide, Christine.”

  “I know, I know… I just… I just don’t know what to do!” I cry out, chomping on my lower lip as the memories of these two past months dance around inside my mind. I had a regular life before Anders, but he turned it all upside down. And, as bad as my situation is right now, I can’t really say that I would have done it any differently.

  “Do you love him?” Kim asks, reaching for me and squeezing my hand. I raise my eyes from the glass and return her gaze, her words hanging heavy in the air. She looks at me patiently, waiting for my reply. Do you love him? Well, do I?

  I purse my lips and close my eyes just for one second, all these memories flooding me. I think back to the first time our paths really crossed, when he carried me up to the nursery, or when he caught me talking about his huge cock right here in Dos Caminos… I remember the way I felt when I saw his naked body for the first time, and I remember how amazing it felt every single time we fucked and, more than that, every time we made love. Love.

  “You love him, Christine,” Kim says, placing both her hands on top of mine. “You don’t even need to say it, I can see it in your face.”

  “Yes I love him, okay! That doesn’t change a thing! I can’t keep on doing what I’m doing, living in secret…!” I cry out in protest. The fact that I love him doesn’t make this any easier. In fact, it just makes things a lot more complicated. If he was just a fling I could try to forget him, move on and focus on my studies and career. But I can’t do that when he’s the one I love, when he’s the most special man I have ever met.

  “Well, there you have it, Christine,” she smiles, “you’re solving your own riddle.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You said that you can’t keep on doing what you’re doing… So why don’t you change things? Stop doing the wrong thing, and start doing the right one.”

  “And… what’s the right thing?” I sigh, still feeling torn. But she’s right - I have to do the right thing here.

  “That’s for you to find out,” she tells me, and I squeeze back her hand. “But you love him, and that has to count for something.”

  “I… I do love him,” I say, the way the words fall out of my lips almost making me dizzy. I love him, I really do. But am I willing to pay the price for this love? To let go of everything I’ve ever wanted because of Anders? The answer cuts through all the confusion in my mind like the light from a beacon, and the answer is a resounding yes. I love him too much to allow the Consultancy Program to step between the two of us. “I know what I have to do,” I tell Kim, standing up in a hurry and almost spilling my cocktail to the floor.

  “And…?” Kim looks up at me, a bright smile on her lips. God bless her.

  “I’m going to pay the Dean a visit,” I just say, placing a folded bill under my cocktail glass and grabbing my purse.

  “Go get ‘em, girl,” she cheers me as I turn on my heels. I throw her one last smile and then I head out of Dos Caminos, a steely determination taking over me.

  It might be the the hardest thing I have ever done, but I’m going to do the right thing… And I’m going to do it right now.

  169

  Anders

  “Anders, can you come up to my office?” The Dean asks me, and his tone of voice leaves no room for doubts: I must go there now.

  “On my way,” I respond and then end the call, placing the cell phone

  inside my pocket as I stand up. I leave the papers I was reviewing right on top of my desk, and I don’t even bother with shutting down the computer. I get out of my office in a hurry and head straight to the Dean’s office. I don’t even bother with knocking - I just step inside.

  “Glad you could join us,” Andrew tells me. He’s the dean of the department, a man in his fifties with horn-rimmed glasses and a head full of snow white hair. He’s sitting at his desk and, right in front of him, is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen - Christine.

  “Anders?” She calls my name, turning to look at me. Her eyes are red and puffy, and her makeup is slightly smeared.

  “What’s going on?” I ask Andrew, and he just points at the chair next to Christine. I sit down, and then he folds his fingers and takes a deep breath.

  “Okay, Christine, you were saying…?”I notice her hands shaking, but she then rests them on her lap. She lowers her gaze to her hands, looking away from me.

  “I want to…” She starts, but then falls silent. I can tell that she’s hurting to get the words out, but I don’t dare to stop her. She has made her decision, and I can do nothing but respect it. She takes a deep breath and then finally says it in one single breath. “I want to formally withdraw my application for the UN Consultancy Program.”

  “Wait - what?” I start, turning to her.

  “That’s right,” she tells me, returning my gaze. She then turns to the Dean, takes another breath, and steadies herself. “I’ve been in a relationship with Professor Anders, and I don’t think that I should be considered for the position at the UN. And this is all my fault and --”

  I can’t help myself - I throw my head back and let out a loud laugh. She looks at me with
wide eyes, trying to figure out why the hell I’m laughing when she’s crushing her dreams because of me. Then the Dean starts to chuckle, adding to her confusion.

  “What?” She asks, looking from me to the Dean.

  “Christine,” Andrew starts in that patient tone of his, taking his reading glasses out of his face and setting them down on the table. “There’s nothing in the bylaws stopping a professor from having a relationship with a graduate student. You did nothing wrong.”

  She looks at the Dean as if he has two heads, but then she finally allows for the good news to sink in. But she’s not done yet. “Well, sir, I still want to withdraw my application. I don’t think that it’s right for me to be nominated and evaluated by Professor Anders. It’s unfair for the other applicants.”

  Smiling, I reach for her and place my hand over hers. “Christine,” I call her, and she turns to me, that look of determination in her face. She looks even more beautiful like this, never mind the make-up. “I didn’t nominate you. Dean Andrew did.” Her eyes narrow as she tries to understand the ramifications of what I just told her, and then they almost seem to shine.

  “You’re saying that--”

  “That’s right,” the Dean cuts her short, still in that patient and kindly tone of his. “Anders took himself out of the equation and let me handle it for him impartially. He didn’t want to jeopardize your dreams, I believe.”

  “That’s right,” I nod, gently giving her hand a squeeze. “You don’t need to withdraw your application, babe.”

  “In fact, I think that the applications process is now over,” the Dean agrees with me and continues. “You see, Christine, the concept of ‘moral fiber’ is one of the pillars this program stands on because the United Nations are in dire need of leaders with strong ethics. They want to train young people like you, so that when you grow up you can be a force for good in this world.” She nods attentively, but I can tell that she’s not understanding the real reason the Dean is telling her all this. He then adopts a more stately tone of voice and continues speaking. “Judging by the way you handled yourself in this particular situation, preferring to assume personal sacrifice and do what’s right instead of going down an easier path, I formally appraise you as someone of outstanding moral fiber.”

  “Me?” Christine starts, her mouth hanging slightly happen as she tries to decode the full meaning of the Dean’s words. She turns to me, trying to see if I have any answers for her, but I just grin. “Congratulations,” I say, and she looks back at the Dean with an expression of disbelief on her face.

  “Christine, the vacancy for the UN Consultancy Program is yours. Congratulations!” He finishes with an easy smile, and she almost passes out. I’m ready to move fast out of my chair and grab her when she jumps out of her seat, both arms raised in the air.

  “Thank you! Thank you so much!” She cries out happily, reaching for the Dean and shaking his hand effusively. She then turns to me and, with the happiest smile I have ever seen on her lips, slaps me on the face.

  Wait, what?

  I recoil.

  “That’s for leaving my stomach in knots for two fucking months!” she says.

  What the hell is happening?

  Pause.

  One moment.

  Another.

  She throws herself at me. I embrace her, kissing her.

  It’s a sweet kiss. But it leaves me wanting more.

  “And that’s for thinking enough about me from the very beginning,” she tells me. “I love you.”

  “This is all you. You deserve it, babe,” I whisper, my hands on her waist. Then, I smile and whisper against her ear. “What do you say we get out of here and celebrate?”

  “I say, let’s celebrate,” she whispers back at me, looking into my eyes as she nibbles her lower lip in that seductive way of his. Yeah, she’s thinking of celebrating in the same way that I am.

  170

  Christine

  We thought of getting a Uber and heading straight to his place, but, in the end, we settled for the privacy of his office. We ran straight there after we got out of the Dean’s office and, now finally alone with him, I feel my heart bursting with joy.

  With a grin on his face, Anders locks the door behind us and then turns to me.

  “I love you,” he whispers, taking his hands to my waist and pulling me in.

  “I love you too,” I tell him, finally letting him know what I feel. It’s liberating… It’s magical. It’s love.

  He leans into me and I close my eyes, surrendering to his kiss. His lips part and, in an instant, we are lost in a frenzied kiss, our tongues dancing in circles around each other. We kiss as if this was our last day on Earth, our tongues dancing around one another while I feel that hunger for his body growing inside of me. He drives me completely insane, as you’ve probably realized by now - when he kissed me for the first time, I became his. I’m always ravenous whenever I’m around him, anxious to get my hands on his naked body and his massive cock inside my tight pussy.

  I’m so wet right now that my thong is sticking to my skin, and it’s a miracle that my juices aren’t dripping down my legs. It feels good to surrender, it feels good to accept his love and desire without the need for any more secrets.

  I stop our kiss and fall to my knees as if my legs suddenly grew weak. I need him so bad - I need to feel his hard and thick cock, and I need it fast. And, of course, by fast I mean now.

  Placing both my hands on his stomach, I let them slide down to his belt and then purse my lips. I press on his crotch with the open palm of my hand, and I chew at my lip as I feel his thickness already throbbing hard against my fingers. I’m going completely insane feeling it... I want him so so bad.

  I start unbuckling his belt with trembling fingers and, moving as fast as I can, I unzip his fly and push his pants down. His cock pushes back against the fabric of his boxer briefs, and I can’t help but pull them down as well, yanking so hard I’m surprised I didn’t rip his boxers apart. His cock springs free and my heart skips a beat at the sight of his monstrous shaft - it doesn’t matter how many times I see it, it’s always surprising to see how big he really is.

  My fingers curl around his thickness and I start moving my hand up and down, my eyes glued to his cock. Now, I know you always get to see things up close… But don’t get any ideas, alright? He’s taken!

  “Go on,” he tells me, kicking off his shoes and then taking out his pants and boxers. “I want your mouth,” he continues, and then I feel both his hands running through my hair; grabbing it, he guides my mouth right to where it belongs. I part my lips obediently and the salty flavor of his shaft inundates my mouth the moment I touch him. I dart my tongue out and let it trace a long and gentle circle around his glans and I prepare mentally to have him filling my mouth.

  I take one long deep breath and let him slide in.

  His girth rolls over my lips and fills my whole mouth, his length slowly going down inside of me. I push myself hard, wanting to devour his delicious cock, and look up at him as I do it.

  Still with my eyes on him, I start bobbing my head back and forth - I start moving slowly, but I pick up the pace as quickly as I can. I hear him breathing out sharply and I slow down just for one short second; then I start going faster than before, my skin prickling as he grabs at my hair in abandonment. He presses my head down, his length going to the back of my throat, and holds me there for a few amazing seconds.

  You know, this might be a silly thing to say, but I’m proud that I’m actually capable of fitting his whole cock inside my mouth. If you don’t think that’s an amazing feat, that’s because you don’t really understand how big a twelve-inch cock that’s as thick as a wine bottle base really is.

  I press my tongue against his cock and pull my head back, allowing his hardness to slide out gently - but I need more. Still wanting to feel his flesh on my mouth, I lick the side of his shaft, my hand working it with the same intensity that I sucked him with.

  I reach for his gl
ans with my mouth once more, sucking on his tip as my tongue laps at it happily. I let my lips move slowly over his glans, gently caressing him and driving him crazy. Actually, I’m the one going completely crazy, the wet sound my lips make as I kiss and suck turning my thong into a total mess.

  Anders suddenly grabs a handful of my hair and guides my mouth down, desire pulsing hard in all of his length. I go down obediently, my open mouth taking him and welcoming the flavor of his cock. “Fuck, you really know how to use that mouth of yours,” he sighs, and I suck and lick as my hand keeps on stroking him, his enormous length ravaging my mouth.

  I keep licking and sucking as he looks at me straight in the eyes. I feel my skin prickling again - I don’t know why, but there’s something really intense about looking a man in the eyes while you suck him off. Never tried it? Well, if you’ve never done it, you should.

  "I fucking love you so much," he tells me with a grin, the words rolling out of his lips like the perfect compliment. I never thought that having a man tell me that he loves could be such a powerful aphrodisiac… But it is: I start to bob my head faster now, my tongue darting out to lick his pulsing cock - I want to live up to his words.

  I take his cock out of my mouth but I keep stroking him hard with both hands. He has that devilish smile of his on, and I almost shudder thinking of what he has in mind for me. He grabs my hair hard and, with no warning, he starts to thrust his hips at me, fucking my mouth with such fury that I can’t help but think that he has no control over what he’s doing.

  I close my eyes, losing myself in all of it, but then he slows down and stops. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and then brushes his fingers against my chin. He says nothing, but the look in his eyes tells me everything that I need to know - he’s going to devour me, and he isn’t stopping until I’m totally spent.