by Lena Gordon
“Yes, Daddy. You can.”
“Do you want me to?”
She bit her lip that she’d painted red to match her dress and nodded the way I knew she would.
“What was that?” I twirled my finger inside her.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said. “I want you to make me come right here, Daddy.”
I yanked my finger out and brought it, dripping with her juices, to her deep-red lips. I traced her bottom lip and then her top, before I pushed my finger between them, making her taste herself.
She closed her eyes as her mouth clamped down on my finger, sucking every drop of her excitement from it.
My cock throbbed in my jeans, pulsing with the need of some similar attention.
“Get to your knees,” I commanded.
Her eyes flew open and her mouth opened in surprise. “What? But I thought...”
17
Jessie
“You thought what?” he asked. “That just because you want me to make you come, I will?” He chuckled. “Babydoll, I love to make you come, but right now you need to get on your knees.”
A thrill raced through me. My knees? Here?
I looked around to see whether anyone was watching, but of course they weren’t. We were in a private room and nobody was around. Even if someone came in, they wouldn’t be able to see me under the table anyway.
But that didn’t mean...
“Jessie.”
I nodded, picked up my cup of sake and downed it, and before I even realized what I was doing, I was sliding under the large table. I positioned myself on my knees between his legs and watched as he unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his zipper down.
He freed his already hard, and impossibly huge, cock and as they always did when I saw it, my eyes widened. It didn’t matter how many times I’d seen it, held it, or had it inside me, I was still in awe of his dick. And why wouldn’t I be? It was impressive.
But I’d never had it in my mouth.
Greedily, I licked my lips and wrapped one hand around his shaft. He groaned encouragingly so I licked my tongue up the length of him and swirled it around his tip before sliding my mouth over him.
He was big. I knew that. But taking him in my mouth was something else altogether. I didn’t know if I would be able to take all of him, but dammit if I wasn’t going to try. I worked myself up to it, working my mouth over his shaft. Up and down, I sucked and squeezed.
I pressed my hands against his thighs to hold me steady while I worked, focused completely on my task.
I’d momentarily lost myself, forgetting where I was when I heard the sliding door to our private room open.
In reflex, I tried to pull my head back but Daddy’s hand clamped down on the back of my head and pushed me back onto his cock. He pushed me down hard, forcing me to take more of his length into my throat. I almost gagged, but I caught myself, and forced myself to relax my throat.
My heart raced with the knowledge that Daddy’s dick was down my throat while just above me he was having a very calm, and somewhat lengthy, discussion with the waitress. I couldn’t quite make out what they were talking about, but it was clear that she wasn’t going to go anywhere right away so I resumed my attentions on his cock.
Daddy stiffened briefly as I started to work my head up and down, deep-throating his dick while using my hands to massage the base of him. And I knew that if it wasn’t yet, it would soon be very difficult for him to maintain his composure.
Sure enough, he finished up his conversation and I heard the waitress close the sliding door behind her and we were once again alone. The fact that she’d just stood there, no doubt knowing exactly where I was, and what I was doing, didn’t freak me out the way I thought it would. Instead, it turned me on and only increased my energies.
“Babydoll.” He tugged on my hair a little to get my attention. “I’m going to come now. Swallow every drop. I wouldn’t want you to ruin your pretty dress.”
As a response, I scraped my teeth gently across his sensitive skin, and that’s all it took. He tensed and then his hot seed pulsed into me, filling my mouth and throat. I swallowed every drop and sucked him dry.
“Come on up, babydoll.” He reached down and helped me back up to the table. I straightened my dress and took a sip of my sake, which Daddy had refilled for me. He kissed me and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
I glowed with his affection and the simple knowledge that I’d pleased him. I always wanted to please him and make him happy. Just as I knew that’s what he wanted for me. In that moment, I’d never been happier.
A moment later, the waitress returned, this time with trays of food. I thought I’d be embarrassed to see her after what had just happened, but I wasn’t. In fact, it was exciting that someone had been there while I pleased Daddy. I never thought that would be a turn-on for me, but it was. It really was.
Because I’d never had sushi before, Daddy ordered a selection and it was all delicious, except for the eel. He laughed when I tried it and made a face. We drank more sake until I felt a warm glow all through me, and then Daddy wouldn’t let me have any more. He didn’t want me to get drunk, and I didn’t either. When I was around him, I didn’t want to be intoxicated in any way because I wanted to remember every minute.
When he finally led me through the restaurant, his hand on my ass again, and back outside, I was more than ready to get him alone. The date had been nice. Really nice, but I needed more. He’d left his hand on my thigh all night, occasionally teasing me by sliding his fingers closer to my clit, but never actually touching it. A few times, he’d pushed my dress aside to expose my naked breasts while we ate, but only once had he touched my nipples.
I was desperate for his attention and I told him so.
“Daddy.” I turned to him before we reached his motorbike in the parking lot. I pressed myself up against him and grinned a little. “I need you.”
With a chuckle, he slid one finger down the side of my cheek and tipped my chin up so I was looking at him. “Do you?”
18
Shane
I knew the answer before I asked it. I’d had my little girl on the edge all night, giving her just enough attention to keep her hot, but not too much. I wanted her needy.
And she was.
“I do.” She stuck out her lip, just a little bit, but I noticed.
“It turned you on to suck me off under the table, didn’t it?”
She nodded, her eyes widening. I knew it had. I knew my babydoll was a dirty girl, and I hadn’t been disappointed when she took me all in her throat while the waitress stood only a few feet away. Even if it did take a little encouragement. It had been fucking hot.
“It turned you on knowing the waitress was right there, didn’t it?” She nodded again. “It made you hot to know that she probably knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t it?”
She nodded again.
I ran my hand down the side of her body, pulling the drape of fabric off her tit, exposing it to the night air and anyone who happened to be walking out to their car. Instantly, her nipple pebbled to a hard point and I tweaked it to make it even harder. She moaned. My girl loved her nipples pinched.
“Someone could see you,” I said. “How does that make you feel?” Before she could answer, I continued. “How does it feel knowing someone could be walking up behind you right now and would see how wanton you are, how desperate you are for my cock?”
“Hot, Daddy.” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. “It makes me feel hot.”
I pushed the other side of her dress aside, exposing both her breasts in their beautiful lace adornment. Her chest heaved with need.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” I kissed her hard, because I was every bit as hot as she was. She did that to me. Just looking at her made me want her. All the time.
I pulled away from her long enough to see a van parked close by. I grabbed her hand and led her between the cars until I could push her up against the cold steel of the van.
“Yes, here.” I moved to undo my belt buckle and free the raging erection in my jeans. “Is there a problem?”
“Yes.” She stuttered over the word. “It’s so...anyone could...we could...”
“Get caught?” She nodded. “Is that a problem?” I pushed her dress up over her hips and drank in the sight of her garter and stockings. I’d really like to have time to properly enjoy that lingerie. But it would have to wait because at that moment she answered me.
“No, Daddy,” she said. “Fuck me.”
I lifted her, my hands holding her by her round, juicy ass cheeks so she could lift her legs up and around me. And then I lowered her down on my throbbing cock and filled her completely. She groaned and I pushed her back hard into the van. It would have to be fast, but neither of us would need long.
With every thrust, I pumped deeper inside her and she matched me, squeezing her legs around my back. It didn’t take long before I felt her tense around me as her orgasm began to roll through her. A second later, I joined her and together we climaxed hard.
I lowered her to the ground and kissed her thoroughly. There was so much I was feeling in that moment, so much I wanted to say, because I knew without a doubt after our date that she was the one. She would accept me, and love me, and be the woman who was enough for me. She was everything.
“Jessie...” I cupped her cheek and stroked her soft skin, prepared to tell her everything. But then the door to the restaurant opened and a group of people spilled out. “We should go,” I said instead and swiftly pulled up my pants before making sure her dress was in order.
It had grown cold while we’d been inside, and the dress she was wearing didn’t afford her much cover. I shrugged out of my leather vest and draped it over her shoulders, helping her put it on before we got on the back of the bike.
Before I rode off into the night to take my little girl home, she wrapped her arms tight around me and snuggled into my back the way she never had before. “Thank you, Daddy,” she said. “Tonight was perfect.”
My heart swelled. It had been perfect. In every way. I never could have imagined walking into that diner on that dark night would lead me to where I was at that moment, but life had a funny way of working out.
19
Jessie
It had been the best night of my life. And that was saying something since every single night since I’d met Eric—it felt strange even to think his first name—had been amazing. The only thing that would have made it better was if he’d come back to my apartment with me and spent the night. But he never did. Every time, he’d drop me off and leave.
Maybe it was for the best anyway. As much as I loved being with him, it was intense. I could use the break to catch my breath and get some sleep. Not that I ever slept very much after seeing him. My dreams were full of him. He dominated my thoughts. And I loved it.
In fact, I loved him.
There was no doubt, I was completely and totally falling in love with him. And it was fantastic!
After our date, by some miracle I was able to get some sleep and I woke up refreshed and ready to face a day of classes. Even my studies had taken on a new level of excitement and enjoyment lately. Maybe that’s what love did for a person. It made everything a bit brighter.
After a shower and a quick bite to eat, I was just about to head out for the day when I saw Daddy’s leather vest hanging over the chair. How could I forget that he’d given it to me to keep me warm? He was so thoughtful and caring. It was way too big for me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to smell him and feel close to him. I pulled my sweater off and slipped into his vest.
The leather was heavy but the weight of it reminded me of the way he held me in his arms and kissed me. It turned me on just wearing it. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea after all. It could be too distracting.
I laughed at the thought. There was no way I wasn’t going to wear it. I tried to shove my cell phone into the pocket, but there was something in there. I reached in and pulled out Daddy’s wallet.
I held it in my hand for a moment and turned it around. Looking in his wallet wasn’t really an invasion of privacy, was it? It wasn’t like it was a diary, or a cell phone...
My curiosity got the best of me and I flipped it open. The plastic edge of his driver’s license peeked out the top, so I slid it out. He was so crazy handsome, but no one looked good in their driver’s license picture. I was prepared to laugh at it and tease him about it later, but...
The name on the license wasn’t his.
It was his picture, but it wasn’t his name.
Shane Grant.
Shane.
Not Eric, but Shane.
Shane Grant.
I rolled the name around in my head. I’d heard it before. A lot.
With the license that was Daddy’s but wasn’t Daddy’s still in my hand, I grabbed my laptop and typed in the name.
A moment later, my mouth fell open and the offending piece of plastic fell to the floor when Daddy’s image filled the computer screen. Only it wasn’t the sexy, hot biker in the beat-up leathers that I knew.
It was a slicked-down, buttoned-up version. A CEO version. A head of a multi-million-dollar corporation version.
That’s why I recognized his name. Shane Grant was the head of MultiTech Software and they were all over the news because of some huge takeover that would basically be the largest of its kind. It was huge.
Shane Grant was huge.
And I was dating him.
Only he hadn’t told me that. He hadn’t told me who he really was. Anger flooded me. I’d asked him for his name. A simple request. And he’d lied. He’d looked me right in the eyes and lied.
He told me he was in sales.
He’d lied.
I thought I loved him, and he’d done nothing but lie to me.
I didn’t even know who he was.
My stomach rolled and I made it to the bathroom just in time to throw up my breakfast.
Everything I knew had been a lie. I was so stupid. How could I have trusted him? I almost laughed at myself and my naiveté. Great sex didn’t equal love. I should have known better.
How could I have not?
I shrugged out of the leather vest and left it on the bathroom floor.
I still needed to get to class. That hadn’t changed.
Even though everything else had.
20
Shane
I’d never been so excited to be done with the office so I could get out of there and back to Jessie. Last night’s date had not only concreted how I felt about her, it had intensified all of those feelings. I was definitely in love with her and I was almost positive that she felt the same way about me.
I signed off on the merger, barely reading through the paperwork and was just about to leave when Brittany stopped me. “Will you be at the celebratory party, Mr. Grant?”
She knew damn well I didn’t want anything to do with that.
I gave her a look and she laughed.
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to show your face sometimes, you know?” she teased. “It helps the rest of us remember that you’re human.”
“Oh, I’m human all right.” I grabbed my case and loaded it with the files and things I needed. She had no idea just how human I really was. So human that I’d completely fallen in love. “Hey.” I stopped her before she left. “Have you seen my wallet? I could have sworn I had it right here.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I haven’t seen it. When was the last time you had it?”
“I had it last—oh.”
“At dinner?” She grinned wickedly. “That’s right. How was your date? I assume you liked the dress I picked out for you.”
“I certainly did. Remind me to give you an extra Christmas bonus this year.” A quick image of Jessie in that smoking-hot dress flashed in my head. My wallet.
Shit.
I must have left it at the restaurant. I’d have to swing by and grab it.
“Can you give Yama Goya a call and let them know I’ll stop by and grab my wallet later?”
It was a pain, especially because I wanted to get to Jessie as soon as I could. The wallet could wait. My girl couldn’t. Or more like, I couldn’t wait to tell her how I really felt. How I don’t even know how it was possible, but she’d found a way right into my heart and without a doubt, I absolutely, completely loved her.
And I did. I absolutely loved her.
But first I had to get to her.
“Have fun at the party, Brittany. Don’t get into any trouble. I can’t risk losing my best assistant because of a poor decision.”
She shot me a look. “Mr. Grant.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll always be your best assistant. No matter what decisions I make.”
She sashayed away, no doubt to get in trouble, before I had a chance to say anything else. I had no doubt that Brittany would most definitely be in trouble before the night was through. But I couldn’t worry about it.
I had enough to keep my mind busy.
And there was no way I was waiting until eleven to see my babydoll. I needed to see her now.
I’d taken a car service to the office that morning, not trusting my judgment after only a few hours of sleep, so I called the number for my driver and had him waiting downstairs. He looked at me funny when I gave him the name of the diner, but fortunately, for him, he didn’t question his directions.
It was only about twenty minutes to Jessie’s diner, and I knew her shift started about an hour earlier. She wouldn’t be expecting me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t wait to see the smile on her face.
The car had barely stopped moving when I jumped out the door and ran up to the diner doors and flung them open. It struck me that I was being ridiculous and acting like the star of some stupid romantic comedy, but I didn’t care. I was in love and I needed her to know. More than that, I needed to know she felt the same way.
