by Dee, Cara
To be honest, it's becoming more and more difficult to speak. A light sheen of sweat covers our bodies, and our breathing is so labored. Pleasure rushes through me in steady currents. My neck strains as one sensational surge of ecstasy runs down my spine. It causes my cock—slick with Kayla's wetness—to pulse and grow harder inside of her. My thighs throb as my hips slam against her ass, and fuck, the noises we make…
"I'm going to fuck you here, too." After soaking my thumb along her slit, I push the pad of it into her ass. "And you're going to love it."
"I don’t think I will," she whines. But when I snake my right hand around her body and start rubbing her little clit, that whine morphs into a drawn-out moan. She shakes and quivers, muscles tightening. "Oh, yes! I-I, ungh…Daddy!" She pants and begins to meet my thrusts with more force. "The tingling is there again—in my tummy. Mmm, it feels so good!"
"I know it does," I laugh, out of breath, and I feel it too—the tingling, the fire spreading. My insides coil as the buildup grows stronger and more powerful; it's only a matter of seconds before I explode. My next words come out in a gritty whisper, a dark promise. "You're going to make Daddy come so fucking hard." I sink my teeth into the spot below her ear, biting hard enough to elicit a sharp hiss from Kayla. I've discovered she likes it rough, dirty, and animalistic. "Your kitty's begging for it—I can feel it."
She gasps and chokes on a breath all at once. "Something's h-happening, Daddy!"
"Let go, Kayla baby," I bite out, white heat flashing before my eyes. Thrusting shallowly and impatiently into her tight pussy, my climax takes over, shooting through my entire being at lightning speed. A strained groan slips out. My fingers dig into her flesh; I go rigid. Pulsing streams of come soak her inner walls which creates a sloppy sound as I fuck my way through one of the most spectacular orgasms of my life. The sheer euphoria only intensifies when I hear my little girl screaming out her own climax, her sweet pussy sucking on my cock. "Oh, fucking hell," I pant. My knees nearly buckle. I feel spent, drained, milked. There's simply no energy left.
It takes several minutes for us to calm down, but in the end I manage to submerge us into the hot water of the Jacuzzi again. This time, I put on the jet streams, and Kayla sleepily snuggles up against my chest, her legs straddling me. It's exactly this moment I had on my mind when we met at Switch yesterday. There's much more than sex; the affection and simply being together afterward is very important, too.
She's all humming, cuddling, stretching, purring like my little kitten, and giggling in delight as I kiss her, wash her, and just caress her in the water.
"You've really turned this day around for me," she whispers after a moment of comfortable silence. By her voice, I notice she's Kayla, the one who I want it all with, not the Little Girl who I wish to possess. Lifting her head, she gives me a soft smile. "You're amazing, Nicholas."
"So are you," I murmur and cup her cheek. I kiss her because I want to, our tongues meeting almost lazily. "I want this, you…us."
"I do, too." She hugs me tightly. "I know we have a lot to talk about…"
That’s certainly true. We need to establish rules; there need to be times where we're Daddy/Little Girl and times when we're just Nicholas/Kayla. We need to talk more about limits and experience. Lastly, we have to broach the subject of her family.
I suppose I can be thankful that Kayla's not particularly close to them, but if she one day chooses to be, I refuse to hide. Still, that’s not on the horizon quite yet. Her family lives in Oregon—aside from Amanda and Amber, though we will hardly see them. Granted, I need to cut my ties with Amanda—sooner rather than later, I note resignedly when I hear my phone vibrating on the floor. I can't say I look forward to that, but the sooner I have it over with… Fuck, I can't wait to have Kayla move in here.
That was one of the few things we settled during the car ride to my place: she will move in. It's the way we both want it, because we're interested in a relationship that is pretty much 24/7. She has confessed that she has always been in that kind of relationship; it's the one she prefers. So, she will be my Little Girl most of the time, and then we'll make time for us to grow as a couple, too.
Unlike her, I have mainly had D/s relationships that span over weekends. My Little Girl at the time would come to my place on Friday, and I would be Daddy until Sunday. But now…yeah, this is exciting to say the least, especially when it's with a young woman I can already admit to having deeper feelings for. The attraction between us is scorching, we seem to share many of our limits and desires, we have the same wish for more, and we're both incredibly ready.
We will find a balance—of that, I am sure.
"There's plenty of time to talk," I answer quietly and kiss her on the forehead.
With Kayla, I wish to start over. A blank slate. Perhaps a new apartment or even a house where we can find our way. And that makes me think about the future; I want to spoil her rotten, give her what her heart desires, and take her places.
"My gorgeous Kayla," I sigh in contentment, "I'm glad you ordered that Sprite at Switch."
She grins up at me. "And I'm glad you touched me before I combusted."
"What do you mean?" I smile, curious.
"You really have no idea?" she laughs and shakes her head in amusement. Her light blue eyes look happy. "What we shared at your club last night…" She blows out a breath. "Never before in my life have I craved a touch as I did with you. At one point, I was ready to scream."
"Well…" I lean forward and drop a kiss on the spot between her eyebrows, tightening my hold on her. "Now you can be afraid I won't stop."
"It's a fear I'm very willing to live with."
I laugh through my nose. "Good."
Whether it's the touch of a Daddy or a boyfriend or a husband, it will be mine.
Twice the Touch—Touch Series, #2
Mark Cooper is living the life of a carefree bartender, putting his failed marriage behind him and vowing to spend the rest of his thirties free of permanent attachments. But on what he thought was just another night at the BDSM club where he works, his friend Nicholas asks him to assist in a scene, a challenge he eagerly accepts. He doesn't expect that Evangeline and Brayden, two subs in need, will make him want more.
What he also doesn't expect is that a routine family meal the next day will come complete with a surprise guest…
Excerpt
Mark Cooper
"A new couple," Simon replies a bit sullenly. "The Dom—and I use that term loosely—has his sub restrained to the St. Andrew's, and he's actually asking her what to do next."
I cock a brow and laugh. "So, tell them to come back when they know what submission is about."
It's not an uncommon occurrence that we have guests who think they're into the lifestyle, when all they really want is a little extra spice in their vanilla sex life.
"Is the sub topping from the bottom?" Nick asks.
Kayla, still in his lap, snuggles deeper into his embrace and starts sucking on her thumb, her free hand playing idly with Nick's tie.
Simon shakes his head. "She doesn’t want to. I paused the scene to come here. Thing is, I don’t trust either of them to continue." He eyes me. "That’s why I don’t want to send them home."
I frown and pour a glass of red, the last drink before Miranda's order is done.
Nick frowns, too. "You don’t believe the sub will safeword?" An educated guess. If this couple is already in a committed relationship, sometimes the trust comes too easily.
"Basically." Simon nods.
"Well—" Nicholas faces me "—you like a challenge. Go with Simon; I'll tell Kevin to man the bar for a while."
"Lead the way." I wave a hand for Simon and round the bar to follow.
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