by Lena Little
All I can do is nod as I continue to stare at ‘dad’ and he does the same.
“Your dad was very hard on himself Scarlett, but in a belittling way,” he continues as if my dad isn’t sitting right here with us.
“It’s true,” dad says, making me feel a bit more comfortable. “I needed a heavy hand to convince me that my self-talk was more important than anything else. But the truth of the matter is when your mom was pregnant I was so damn happy that I thought I didn’t need it anymore, so I quit practicing my affirmations. And then…she left with you, or at least you were inside her belly, and my whole world fell apart.”
“It was a tough time, and we’ve never really gotten past it, have we?”
Dad just shakes his head. “I still work, but it’s not the same. But now…in this moment…I already feel everything changing.”
He reaches out and places his hand on the table palm up.
I can’t take my eyes off him. His gentleness, his kindness, the way he resembles me so much, or technically the way I resemble him.
I place my palm in his, continuing to take it all in as I ask, “How did you know, Silas?”
“I’m constantly on the lookout for new talent, but not just talented artists. I need people that have stories, history, things that clients and advertisers want to hear. Something that makes them stop and take notice in this busy world we live in.” He pauses. “When the temp agency said they had a new young girl in town, it wasn’t anything new. But when they told me how old you were and that you drove all night from four states I knew you weren’t another kid from Julliard or a top design school. I always hoped you’d come to Miami, so I’ve been on the lookout all these years, but to be honest a lot of time had passed and I wasn’t sure if your mother was ever going to give you enough information to put the puzzle pieces together. And despite a lot of money that we threw at private investigators, we were never able to track down your mom, and therefore you.”
“Make sense, as she pretty much lived off the grid and traded her art for cash. That and we jumped from place to place, and not exactly the kind that asks you to fill out an application to rent.”
“Exactly. And that’s why this had to come from your side. We just hoped she wouldn’t say enough things to make you not want to search out your dad.”
“I was always looking,” I say, squeezing dad’s hand tighter. “It’s the ultimate unanswered question that I needed answered, but I never expected…”
“I’ll be inside,” Silas says, excusing himself and giving dad and I time to…I’m not even sure what.
“It’s really you,” dad says, his eyes watering.
“And it’s really you,” I parrot, a tear streaming down my cheek.
“I can’t believe you found me…after all these years.”
“I can’t believe we found…each other.”
“I knew Silas would come through,” dad says. “He’s a pain in the ass, but that’s exactly what I need. He was the only one who never quit on me when the doctors said I was crazy.”
“Are you…?”
“Crazy? Who isn’t a little crazy these days? And who wouldn’t be crazy if someone took their only child and ran away before he ever got to know her, ever got to look into her eyes for the first time, to see her first steps, to…”
Dad’s hand gets tighter around mine before he realizes it and then the pressure eases.
“What about you?”
“I’m a bit of a quiet rebel myself, at least around Silas.”
Dad laughs. “Yeah, I’ve always wanted to punch him in the face, and a few times I tried, but the truth is that he gives me the structure I need to really not go off the deep end. Without him I’d have been dead in a dumpster long ago.”
Dad’s head turns to the side. “Scarlett, I have to go now, but can we continue this this evening.”
“But…where are you going? I just got here. We just met after all this time.”
His head motions across the grass and I see a woman wearing what looks like a nurse’s uniform.
“I’m still trying to get better, and you being here is going to help that a lot.”
“I don’t know if I’m—“
“You’re staying,” dad says, and all I can do is smile. I already know Silas isn’t letting me leave and now with dad saying the same thing it’s two against one, not that I plan on putting up any argument this time. I don’t need a rule from Silas to tell me where I belong. My heart is already here, and that’s where it’s going to stay.
“Silas is a good man, a great man. He’ll let you embrace your crazy, the part of you that produces your best work, but he’ll keep you sane at the same time. You can trust him. I trusted him with my life, and he kept me from throwing it all away. And it was all worth it because of…” His hands come up off the table and he cups my face, “This. You.”
The waterworks hit me full force, and I have to wipe the tears away with the back of my hand, dad’s thumbs not quick enough to combat the onslaught of tears.
“See you tonight,” he says, and carefully jumps from oversized brick to oversized brick in the grass, careful to stay on the path to what is apparently his nurse, or doctor.
Not a second later I feel Silas’s big hands grasping my shoulder, as he massages me gently.
I just watch as dad disappears around the corner with his caretaker, and all I can say is, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Thank you, Daddy will do,” Silas says.
I turn and stand, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Calling another man ‘Daddy’ moments after meeting your real dad for the first time in your life sounds like something out of a B-grade movie. It should make no sense in the world and so be the reason I’d turn off the TV to said movie, close a book with such a moment, or basically just roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of it.
But somehow, it makes sense…to me. Silas has instilled a confidence in me in short order that I never need to be embarrassed about how I am, or question it either.
Just like my dad I need a strong man in my life, regardless of his age. Silas is that man who can guide me, challenge me and fulfill me in all ways.
Home isn’t necessarily where you hang your hat at night, home is where your heart belongs. And after years of moving around with my mom, an unsettling childhood to say the least, I’ve finally found home…
…here with my Daddy.
13
Scarlett
“It’s the happiest I’ve seen him since we were homeless graffiti artists. When all we cared about was our work. When there were no women in our lives, just the love of our craft,” Silas confides.
“And now?”
“Now…well, I most certainly have a woman in my life, but I have to warn you, when it comes to her I’m possessive as you’ve never seen,” he says, tapping me on the nose.
“Maybe she likes that,” I wink. “Maybe she wants her man possessive, to show that he cares. Not jealous, per say, or petty-minded like a boy my age, but the type of man who will have your back no matter what. The type of man who will be there to protect you always, and when anyone looks your way, the wrong way, the kind of man who will knock his head off so he can’t look at you anymore.”
“That’s exactly how I feel.” He pauses. “But, I also feel something else,” he says, holding out his hand, taking one wrist in the other and rolling his hand around before flexing his fingers out and then pulling them into a fist. “Someone broke a very important rule and she still hasn’t been punished for it.”
“Daddy!” I plead.
A smirk covers his face, as he scoops me up and carries me upstairs, but this time not to the guest bedroom, to the master bedroom.
If the guest bedroom was incredible, which it was, this bedroom is beyond words.
Smack, dab in the middle of the room is a California King four-post bed, practically levitating on a slightly raised surface as if it’s an altar.
The blinds are drawn to
change the mood from daylight to romantic, and there are vanilla bean candles all over the room. I move closer to the bed, and on inspection there are rose petals laid out across, spelling M-Y A-N-G-E-L.
Oh. My. God.
I turn back toward Silas, who’s leaning against the door jam and all I need is a camera to capture this moment, the smile on his face, the way his body is positioned, and it would be the best selling cover photo in GQ’s history.
As I move closer to him I can’t help but notice his very visible need, bulging from his trousers. “It looks like it wants out,” I say, cupping his balls and then moving my hand along the fabric, gripping his shaft.
“Like a tiger pacing in its cage,” he says. “And you thought your father was the only one I had set up for you to meet with today.”
“Oh, is this a meeting?” I kid, tracing my hand down the fabric covering his muscular chest until I reach his abs, where he grabs me, clasping my tiny wrist with his gigantic palm.
“Careful, little girl,” he groaned. “This tiger bites when it’s poked.”
“I’m looking forward to it, and to see just how deep the teeth marks are that it leaves.” I jerk up one eyebrow.
I move back to the bed, gladly accepting his game of cat and mouse. As soon as I sit I motion with my finger and call him with a seductive, “Come…here.”
“I think you must have forgotten something. I’m the one how gives the orders around here. Not you.” He pauses. “Come here,” he says, turning the tables on me.
I oblige, and the second I’m within arm’s distance from him he grabs me, jerking my body in and kissing me hard.
One hand cups my ass and he lifts me off the ground as if I weigh nothing. I feel weightless, my body turning, and quickly find my back slamming into the wall, his other hand in-between so I don’t actually hurt myself, but I do feel the impact.
And it feels fucking amazing.
His rough thumb brushes across my cheek and he touches my face like he owns it, and not in a gentle way at all.
As his lips viciously claim mine I moan in a volume more suited to a heavy-metal concert, thankful the blinds are closed and my dad isn’t outside in the garden anymore…because my Daddy is ready to play.
He swallows my moans, muffling my voice with his tongue as it fucks my mouth.
Suddenly I’m flying through the air, my back hitting the bed and I look up at him as he’s sliding that belt out of the loops once again.
“Undress,” he says, snapping it in the air like a whip.
I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough, keeping my eyes focused on him as I slide out of the pesky garments.
He, on the other hand, takes his time, and when he’s down to his Calvin’s it’s apparent that they weren’t built for a man of his…endowed stature.
His dick is at a forty-five degree angle, the thread straining to contain him and I can already see a wet spot where his tip is spearing into the fabric, demanding to be freed.
He yanks down his boxer briefs and his dick springs up and down like a diving board, and I have the most sexually aggressive thought in all my life. Drowning in a sea of his come as he unloads that erection in the back of my throat.
My body shakes at the sight of his thick inches, wondering where he’s going to fit them all. His cock is longer than my Little Mermaid panties are wide. Much longer.
He moves closer to the bed, like a predator knowing it’s prey is cornered and helpless, and that’s exactly what I am.
Sliding on top of me he bites at my neck, fisting one hand in my hair as he drags his tongue along my exposed neck and down my cleavage.
His head pulls back and he breathes in deep. “Aaaah,” he exhales as his head convulses from side to side, which allows him to catch sight of my panties.
He grabs them, staring at them and then holds them up to the candlelight. “You creamed these like they were a fucking birthday cake.”
“Well, if it’s my birthday where’s my present?” I fire back.
“I’ve got your present right here,” he says, fisting his cock. “But first there’s another gift I’ve got lined up.”
His head dives down and he runs his tongue in a straight line up my folds, opening me up like a flower, my musky scent cloaking the entire bedroom.
His tongue laps at my opening and I feel his nose moving every which direction before it settles on my clit, applying direct pressure and I damn near lose it.
His hand slides under my hamstring and he lifts, draping one thigh over his shoulder as he digs his head deeper between my legs, licking at my seeping gash as I plaster my soaking warmth against his mouth.
“Daddy,” I cry out his name and I feel him smile into my opening causing me to shudder violently against his lips.
The noises escaping me aren’t human and thank God he lives in a mansion with an estate because if he had neighbors they’d be wondering who was getting devoured on the other side of the fence.
My hips buck and jerk, and my hands shoot out in a desperate plea to clasp onto something, anything, as my fingers claw at the sheets in a last ditch effort to not lose my last ounce of control.
But it’s too late. A warmth washes through me like a tidal wave and I flow like a river into his face, my hole clamping shut afterward, looking for a cock to milk that isn’t there.
I’m overwhelmed and pissed all at the same time. Overwhelmed at the most intense orgasm of my life yet pissed I haven’t had his cock buried to the hilt inside any of my orifices…yet.
“All done, angel. You pleased Daddy, you dirty little girl. You got daddy all hot and bothered and hungry for that little pussy. So hungry he had to eat it until it his princess came so he could have his own kind of tea party, by tipping back her hips and drinking down her juices all in one gulp.” And he’s not lying, a bit of the sticky evidence still coating his lips. He must see me checking it out because his tongue comes out and swipes across his lips, removing the evidence of the crime in one swoop.
“This pussy has always been mine, you understand me?”
I nod.
“It’s always belonged to me and that’s just a reminder that it’s not yours anymore. That pussy gave itself to me, just like you will…very, very soon.”
“I’m ready to give myself to you, Daddy? What do I have to do?” I beg, my eyes drifting down his wall of muscle to his throbbing rod.
“You ready to be my princess in all ways?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You need Daddy’s dick buried inside your pretty little princess pussy?”
“Uh huh,” I whimper.
“So this tight little pussy,” he begins, leaning back on his shins and trailing a finger through my folds. “Has always been waiting on me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I kept it ready just for you.”
“Me and me alone.”
I nod vigorously.
“No one else ever had a peek.”
My head moves from side to side at the speed of light, my hair flopping in my face back and forth.
“No one else ever touched you there?”
“No, Daddy, only you.”
“And no one ever entered you there?” he asks, bringing his finger back up and then tracing it down along my folds with his finger curled, so his knuckle comes oh so close to entering me.
“No, Daddy. I swear. I’ve been a good girl. I’m your little virgin.”
I watch his Adam’s apple glide up and down and hear him swallow hard, his cock twitching at my words.
“How did you manage to remain innocent this long?” he ponders in disbelief.
“I was waiting for you.”
“I swear I’m the luckiest man on the face of the earth.” He pauses, his eyes raking up and down my entire body only throwing gas on an already blazing fire. “Ask me to be your first. As me to be your…only,” he commands.
My breath hitches and then hammers inside my chest.
“Be my first. Be my only, ever. Be mine…Daddy.”
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sp; “I’m going to be your first, your last, and you’re only,” he growls. His hand finds my waist and he grabs me hard, letting me know who I belong to.
“Once we do this there is no going back.” He stares me down almost as if this is a ‘last stop before toll’ kind of moment. “You’re mine forever.”
“There’s nothing to go back to. There’s only the future. There’s only us.”
“Mine,” he snarls. “But I have to warn you, I’m not sure how well I can control myself. That tiger, that animal inside me, is out of his cage and I can’t guarantee how long he’ll last before I devour you.”
“Good. I want to be devoured. I want you to unleash everything you feel inside, because I want to feel all of you inside me. Take me fast. Take me hard. Take me exactly how you want to take me, Daddy.”
“I’m gonna be inside you, all right…my scent, my seed, my everything. I want my scent in you, on you. Hell, if I told you all the things I wanted to do to you right now you’d probably turn and hightail it out of here.” His breathing kicks up a notch and he tries to calm himself by slowly closing his eyes, and I watch them glaze over and roll back in his head. But it doesn’t work.
“I’m going to make it so you can’t walk straight for a week. So you can sit at your desk for a month, because I plan on hitting you from behind so hard your ass will take that as the punishment you deserve. And oh, I’m going to punish you all right. Punish you by fucking you.”
He wasn’t joking about the beast being let out of its cage. And even though he must be somewhere in the neighborhood of 6’5” and could snap me like a twig, I know he won’t physically harm me. At least not in the kind of ways that I don’t want.
“I going to fuck you until your sweet little pussy is dripping with my come. I’m going to fill you so full until those tiny little hands of yours clench around my thick inches trying to pull me out of you because I stretch you so wide and fill you so deep.”
