Unwrap Me Daddy

by Natasha Spencer

  “I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me,” she said the words and felt the back of her neck get hot. Why hadn’t she used the word, fuck? What had stopped her from doing that?

  But those were not the thoughts going through Brandon’s mind clearly, because he let go of her breasts and her pussy and now, placed a hand on the center of her chest and pushed.

  ***

  Jolie was now lying on her back on Brandon’s massive oak desk. Her legs were off the edge of the desk and he had positioned himself between them.

  She kept her head raised slightly so she could watch what he was doing. Brandon was taking his pants off.

  She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest, her body pumping adrenaline through her veins. Her pussy was ready and throbbing and her clit was screaming for more. When she laid her eyes on his cock, Jolie felt her throat run dry. It hung erect and enormous between his legs, pointing straight at her and Brandon took it in his hand.

  “Tell me if I hurt you,” he said, looking straight into Jolie’s eyes and all she could do was nod her head. She remembered how big he was in her mouth the previous night, how she had struggled to accommodate him. But tonight, she was ready. Her body wanted that cock.

  Brandon caught her waist, gripping her hips tightly with both hands as he brought himself closer to her. His erect cock grazed her pussy lightly and she moaned.

  “Brandon…” his name came out in a whisper from her and she watched as he thrust himself towards her again. His cock rubbed against her pussy, gently teasing her folds and she could feel herself throbbing. She wanted more than just a graze.

  “Please…” she begged him, feeling like she was going to burst at the seams and Brandon pushed himself inside.

  She moaned when she felt his cock slide into her, pushing her folds aside as he took over her body, inch by inch. They both groaned, and she pressed her eyes close, concentrating on accommodating him.

  He was taking it slow, sliding in deeper and deeper with every inch.

  “Look at me, Jo, look at me when I’m inside you,” she heard him say and she forced herself to open her eyes.

  Brandon slid himself out of her and then before she had a chance to recover, he had thrust himself into her again. They both moaned. His mouth was hanging open, his green eyes were narrow and dark as he started pumping. With each deep stroke, Jolie could feel his cock reaching that spot inside her. The spot which was going to trigger her orgasm. He knew he was reaching it too, and he didn’t stop thrusting.

  Deeper and deeper, he plowed. His grunts grew louder, his grip on her hips became tighter and Jolie wrapped her legs around Brandon’s ass. He quickened his pace, pumping into her with fast deep strokes.

  “Don’t hold out on me, Jo. I want to see you cum,” he said and she grabbed the edges of the desk with both hands, allowing her body to soar. Brandon’s strokes reached that spot, stimulating that part of her that made her lose all control. She could feel his balls banging against her ass as he pushed himself into her.

  He was waiting for her to cum, and she didn’t hold back.

  “I’m going to cum!” she screamed and he leaned forward and cupped a hand over her mouth. Jolie’s body shook as she allowed her orgasm to take over. He didn’t stop pumping; instead his strokes became wilder and harder. She could feel his cock reaching deep inside, sliding in her juices as she came.

  She felt him release too. Brandon growled, gripping her mouth tightly as he pumped wildly into her. She felt him shoot and bury his seed inside her, over and over again till he was completely milked of his cum. She felt her body quiver and shake while her own orgasm began to simmer down.

  Brandon released his grip on her mouth and they stared at each other, while they recovered. They were panting, completely out of breath. He moved quickly, jerking his cock out of her pussy and straightening himself up.

  Suddenly, Jolie felt completely alone in the world as she remained lying on the desk.

  Brandon was already dressing himself and she lifted herself up on her elbows.

  “What are you doing?” she asked and recognized the crack in her voice.

  He was buttoning up his pants and slipping his shirt over his shoulders.

  “We need to get back out there, or at least I do. Any longer and Alice is going to come looking for me,” he said and didn’t meet her eyes.

  The relief of her orgasm, the happy adrenaline that was coursing through her veins…it all seemed to drift away as she watched Brandon readying himself. Her mouth had gone dry, she felt more out of breath than she did some minutes ago. There was no recovery time. They had fucked and now it was over.

  “Yeah, you’re right. You should get back out there,” she said and swung her legs off the desk.

  Brandon was tying his tie, facing the glass sliding door of one of his cabinets. In silence, Jolie began pulling her dress back on.

  “Are you coming?” he asked, turning to her abruptly. Within the space of five minutes, he had completely dressed himself. Nobody would even know that he was having an orgasm a few minutes ago.

  “I think I’m going to go to bed,” Jolie replied, zipping up her dress. She could feel her heart breaking as they spoke.

  “Okay,” Brandon said, in a neutral flat voice and hurried to the door of the study.

  “I’m sorry, Jo,” he said, suddenly turning at the door. Without waiting for a response, he had disappeared and left her standing alone in the middle of his study.

  Jolie stumbled down into his chair, enveloping herself in the scent of him and she pressed her eyes close. She wasn’t going to allow herself to cry.

  She had just had sex with her stepfather, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to cry.

  Chapter 18

  Brandon woke up early the next day. He knew that there was a chance that Jo was gone already, but it was 7:30 in the morning and maybe she hadn’t…

  He went downstairs and found the place empty, except for Alice who was asleep on the couch of the living room. She had an arm dangling off the edge, while the room was in a complete mess. Brandon couldn’t imagine living like this. He felt a sudden urge to just leave for Florida and never return.

  Instead, he knelt down in front of his wife and stared at her open mouth while she snored.

  “Alice,” he said her name loudly and tapped her arm, but she kept sleeping.

  “Alice!” he barked at her and this time, he shook her by the shoulders.

  With bloodshot eyes and drool dripping down the side of her mouth, Alice finally managed to blink her eyes open. She stared at him in a daze, like she was confused about where she was.

  “What? What do you want?” she snapped at him, with her words slurring. Her brows were crossed and her face had taken on an orange-ish hue. Brandon realized that he had never seen Alice like this before. He had never woken up beside her.

  “I want you to sit up for this,” he said, in a deep commanding voice and she clucked her tongue, before pulling herself up on the couch. Her hair was matted and stuck to one side of her face and the front of her dress was damp from the alcohol…or worse still, puke. Brandon straightened himself up and glared down at the woman he had married.

  “This can never happen again. Not in any of my homes,” he said and folded his arms over his chest.

  Alice rubbed her eyes with her knuckles, trying to register what she was hearing.

  “Do you hear me, Alice?” he spoke in a stronger voice and she let out a groan.

  “It was just a party. Just relax, Bran. Can’t you allow your wife a bit of fun?” she said in a creaky voice and Brandon took in a deep breath.

  “This is not the kind of fun anyone should be having. There is broken glass on the floor everywhere, our backyard is littered with cans and food. We are not teenagers anymore, Alice,” he was firm, but not rude with her as he spoke and she rolled her eyes.

  “I’m leaving now,” Jo’s voice snapped them out of their conversation and Brandon turned to her.

  Sh
e was dressed smartly in dark jeans and a ruffled white blouse. She had tied her red hair back in a slick ponytail and she looked fresh and casual. Her bag was on her shoulder. Brandon felt a tug in his gut when he saw her, but he had no choice but to keep it to himself.

  “Sure, whatever,” Alice mumbled and staggered up on her feet.

  “I don’t know when I’ll see you again, mom,” Jo said as she watched her mother shuffling her feet towards the living room door. Alice waved her hand in the air, without giving her daughter a second look.

  “Let’s just keep it that way. It’s better if we stop stepping on each other’s toes,” Alice said and passed Jo as she went towards the stairs to her bedroom.

  “Alice, I believe you owe your daughter an apology,” Brandon called after her, but Alice only mumbled something under her breath as she tried to get herself up the stairs.

  “Let her go. She’s never apologized to me before and she’s not going to start now,” Jo said and they looked at each other. That same floral perfume filled Brandon’s nostrils, making him giddy but they were keeping their distance from each other.

  “I hope you have a safe flight, Jo,” he said, as she shifted the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

  “Thank you, and best of luck,” she replied and a weak smile flickered on her face. He wanted to say so much more. He wanted to tell her that he would miss her, that he had never felt this alive before he met her, that he wanted her to stay, that he hated Alice now…but instead, he nodded his head and waited for her to leave.

  Jo turned from him and he watched her walk to the front door of the house.

  Through the living room windows, he saw her walk down the driveway, get the gates open and then step into the cab she had ordered.

  He thought he saw her look in his direction through the window of the cab, but she was gone in a flash and he couldn’t be sure. Now she was gone, and if they both knew what was good for them, they would make sure to stay out of each other’s way. Sleeping with his stepdaughter was not an option. Being unfaithful to his wife was bad enough and he wanted to remove all possibility of temptation. And nobody had been able to tempt him, the way Jo had. She was irresistible to him, but hopefully, not anymore.

  Brandon took in a deep breath as he tried to tell himself that it was time to move on. That he needed to accept the decisions he had made and just get on with it. Things wouldn’t be as bad with Alice now that Jo was gone, could they?

  “Bran! I’m going to be sick!” he heard Alice’s screech from upstairs and he took in a deep breath. Slowly, he made his way up the stairs towards her bedroom. This was supposed to be their honeymoon period. Holding Alice’s hair back as she threw up in the toilet was not a part of his plan. And then there was the matter of bringing up the topic of babies with her.

  Chapter 19

  One Month Later

  Jolie was typing on her computer furiously. She’d been working on the final edits for an article for the past five hours, and still couldn’t get it right. There was something off about it that she couldn’t quite put a finger on.

  She lifted up the receiver on her desk and dialed the writer’s extension.

  “Peggy, get in here,” she said into the phone. When she’d placed the receiver down, she realized that she had sounded more stern than usual and she decided to modulate her voice as she spoke to Peggy. There was no point in pissing off more employees. If Margaret decided to send her on another forced vacation, Jolie felt like that would be the death of her.

  “Yes, Ms. Park,” Peggy walked into her office, looking pale faced and dim-eyed. Jolie calling her into her office, while editing an article; was not a good sign. Jolie was aware of the reputation she had in the office. Her young age had nothing to do with it, and everything to do with her perfectionism and strict work ethics.

  “Peggy, this isn’t working,” Jolie said and sat back dejectedly in her chair.

  Peggy was a 28 year old writer, older than Jolie herself, but more nervous now than she had probably been in her entire professional career.

  “All right, I’ll change whatever you want,” Peggy said, clasping her hands together in front of her.

  Jolie steepled her hands on the desk and narrowed her eyes, reminding herself that she needed to be ‘nice’.

  “I don’t know what needs to be changed,” she said and Peggy nodded her head furiously.

  “I’ll write it again, then,” she said and Jolie breathed in deeply.

  “I just know that Margaret is going to send it back immediately when she reads this, and it’s my job to make sure that every article that passes her desk for approval is up to a certain standard,” Jolie said, trying to make herself sound kind, but Peggy wasn’t appreciating the effort. She looked like she was going to burst a vein any minute now.

  It was beginning to make Jolie sick. She was trying hard to be nice, to make herself more approachable to the writers and other employees on this floor who she was responsible for. But none of it was working…she couldn’t help but wonder if she was a monster to work with.

  “I’ll write it again,” Peggy said, keeping her head down.

  “I don’t want you to write it again, Peggy, I want us to discuss what we can do differently with this article. We need to fix the problem,” Jolie said and felt her gut churn. She was really beginning to feel sick and she grabbed the edge of her desk.

  Peggy was startled by the motion and she looked up at Jolie with a jerk.

  “Are you all right, Ms. Park?” she asked and Jolie nodded her head.

  She could feel the thin film of sweat that had formed on her forehead. Her face was turning red.

  “You don’t look well, Ms. Park,” Peggy said and Jolie stood up from the chair, just as her body shuddered feverishly.

  She covered her mouth with a hand and shook her head, as she ran past Peggy and down the corridor towards the toilets. She banged the door open with her body and hurled herself into one of the stalls.

  She had just about managed to kneel down in front of the toilet, when a squelching sound escaped her lips and she got sick. Jolie clung to the toilet, thankful for having tied her hair tightly in a bun that morning and also thankful that there was nobody else in the toilets then.

  “Ms. Park?” Peggy’s voice interrupted her, as she sat down on the floor, panting to control the feeling of relief she was going through now. She didn’t feel sick anymore. It had only lasted a few minutes and now it was gone.

  “I’m fine, Peggy. Please start writing the article again,” she said as she fanned her damp face with her hand.

  “Okay,” Peggy said and Jolie waited for the sound of her leaving the toilets, before she got out of the stall.

  In the mirror outside, Jolie stared at her face. She didn’t look tired or sick, like she had expected herself to look. It had to be food poisoning or indigestion or a fever? Instead, her cheeks glowed and her eyes looked bright. She splashed water furiously on her face and didn’t care about ruining her makeup. Every time she stared back at the mirror again, she looked like she was a new person.

  Her hand went instinctively to her belly as she looked at herself some more. Jolie gulped as the inevitable thought passed through her mind and her heart began sinking again.

  Brandon hadn’t used protection that night. He had emptied himself deep inside her. Jolie instinctively pressed her legs together at the thought. She could be pregnant. She could be carrying Brandon’s child, her stepfather’s child!

  Jolie whipped around, tucking in red hair behind ears and charged out of the toilets. Margaret was walking down the corridor, in her usual marching way. She stopped when she saw Jolie and arched her eyebrows at her.

  “Your face is glowing, Jo! You look like you’ve been sleeping well,” Margaret said and went on her way, without waiting for a response.

  Jolie gulped and licked her lips, standing stationary in the corridor now and thinking. She needed to get to a doctor, she needed to get tests done before she could allow her mind to wand
er. But she knew the truth already, she could feel it now even though she couldn’t feel it a few minutes ago.

  She was pregnant.

  Chapter 20

  Brandon could hear the grandfather-clock ticking noisily in the dining room. Other than that, there was complete silence in the room. Alice was sitting across from him at the table, and their housekeeper had served them coffee and danishes. They lay untouched on a plate between them, as did the coffee. He wasn’t hungry and even though Alice had been eyeing the danishes, she was being polite and not reaching for them yet.

  Brandon had been away on business for the past three weeks. He had told himself and his wife, that his work was urgent and important. The truth was that most of the time, he had kept himself locked up in his office, trying to not allow memories of Jo interrupt his work. He had returned to Boston and to Alice at the end of those three weeks, forcing himself to man up and face his life decisions.

  He wanted to surprise Alice, so he hadn’t told her he was on his way back. When he returned to the house, he found the place trashed; with three of her friends drunk and occupying the spare rooms. Alice was sleeping on the couch, much like the way he had found her that morning of the party when Jo left.

  He had made her go upstairs, shower and change and then meet him in the dining room so they could talk.

  “I’m sorry, Bran…I just got carried away,” Alice mumbled, while he glared at her. He didn’t know the woman he married, and as much as he was trying to make amends to their rocky beginnings…Alice was making it very difficult.

  He cleared his throat but said nothing.

  “I’m bored in this big house, all alone by myself. You have to understand, Bran!” she argued, creasing her forehead for sympathy. He clenched his jaws as he glared at her some more.

  “I asked you to travel with me. It wouldn’t have been a problem, Alice,” he retorted, even though he knew deep down inside, that he was glad when she turned his offer down.