Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  "I want you."

  His words made her tighten deliciously. Slowly, as if asking for permission, Mark pressed closer to Heather, trapping her between the wall and his body. He took her hands in his, manacling them with one hand and trapping them behind her back. Positioned this way, her back was arched and her breasts were thrust forward. Her nipples tightened and she knew he could see their hardened tips pressed against her shirt. He brought his chest against hers, and the friction made Heather gasp. Her tongue darted out to lick her suddenly dry lips. His eyes darkened at the action. He wanted to taste her. So he did.

  Heather was unprepared for the skill and mastery of Mark's mouth on hers. He started slow, nipping and licking her lips until she was nearly begging him for more. Her hips rocked uncontrollably against his as he finally slipped his tongue in her mouth and rubbed it against hers. The movement of his hips against hers mimicked the thrust and parry of his mouth. Heather was so focused on the taste of him that she didn't notice that his hand had slipped under her skirt until she felt his fingers stroking her through her panties. She stiffened with alarm and his fingers stilled, but didn't move away. Her mind was racing. They were in public. Was anyone watching them? She didn't see anyone staring in their direction, but anyone could look over and see. She made to move her arms and put some distance between them and found that her wrists were still locked behind her back, trapped in his grip. Her gaze rose to his face to find him patiently staring at her. With her eyes locked on his, he moved his finger against her panties and found the spot he was seeking. Heather gasped as feeling overwhelmed her. Two thoughts crystallized in her mind. He wasn't going to stop. She didn't want him to. Throwing caution to the wayside, she rolled her hips against his hand and looked boldly into his eyes.

  "Make me cum."

  At her whispered words, Mark delved his fingers under her panties to touch the skin beneath. Soft and already wet, he found the sensitive little nub with his thumb while working one finger and then another into her tight sheath. Her breathing hitched, and he knew that it wasn't going to take long to push her over. Slanting his mouth over hers, he drove his tongue into her mouth. God she tasted sweet. He couldn't get enough. His cock strained against his fly and he gave a fleeting thought to taking her there, against the wall. It would almost be worth the risk if he could just get inside that wet heat that was currently wrapped around his fingers. The though of people seeing Heather naked stopped him from taking her against the wall more than the though of being arrested. Still conscious of their surroundings, Mark angled his body so that his wide shoulders blocked Heather from the view of anyone curious enough look over at the couple making out in the corner of the bar. As much as he wanted to draw this out, he knew that he needed to speed things along. Sooner or later they were going to be spotted, and he wanted to spare Heather the embarrassment of being caught in the act.

  She was close. Her breath came in pants and her hips were rocking fast against his fingers. He didn't even have to move his arm anymore; she was doing all the work. He moved his thumb in circles around her clit and moved his mouth to her ear so that she could hear his whispered words. He told her how wet she was, how good she felt against his fingers. Her response was immediate. She liked his dirty talk so he told her in graphic detail what he was doing, and what he'd like to do.

  "If we were in private right now I'd have you on your knees with your mouth around my cock. I want to see your pretty lips sucking on me." Mark could almost feel her mouth on him, could almost see the scenario he was describing to her. He was so hard he felt like he might burst through his jeans.

  "No, the first time I cum with you I want to be inside you. Right where my fingers are right now. I want to fuck the hell out of you."

  With his words she shot over the edge and drenched his fingers with her release. The pleasure radiated in waves, pulsing through her body and leaving her limp and replete. Her legs threatened to buckle but somehow managed to remain upright. Mark had released her hands, and was extricating his hand from under her skirt. Her eyes locked on his again and she couldn't look away. He brought his wet fingers to his face and to her shock he put them in his mouth, sucking on them as if they were a delicious treat.

  "You taste as good as I thought you would."

  A thrill ran through her at his words. That was so... naughty. And hot. He brought his hand to her lips, placing a finger at the entrance. She took the wet digit into her mouth and could faintly taste herself on it. She swirled her tongue around the tip and sucked lightly. He sucked in a breath and his eyes darkened. He reached his other hand down to adjust himself and reluctantly pulled his finger out of her mouth.

  Mark stepped back from Heather and she smoothed her hands down her outfit, straightening her clothes self-consciously. With the distance reality returned and she nervously glanced around to see if anyone had been watching them before returning her gaze to her companion. He was so attractive in a brooding kind of way. She had never responded to a man like that before, had started to think that something was wrong with her. But he had managed to do what no one else had ever done. She had gotten off -- in public -- with a man. She wanted to do it again. She wanted to do the things he has whispered in her ear as he had pleasured her.

  Mark watched the emotions flit across her face and cursed himself a thousand times for letting this happen. She. Was. Off. Limits. He had just broken his own rule. Hating himself for what he was about to do, he did it anyway.

  "That was a...pleasant way to spend the evening, but I have to run."

  He suited his words to deed, and with a curt nod at her he walked toward the door. Shock froze Heather for the moments he needed to make his escape. By the time that anger replaced shock and Heather could move, he had disappeared.

  The End.

  Katala and the Fox

  I was born a long time ago. My parents stole away from the world. I grew up in a cruel world that they tried desperately to prevent me from living in, to prevent me from having to live the life of a slave. I would be able to roam around and play but make no mistake, I would have been a slave to the elven council, and when I turned sixteen I would have gone through a series of tests, and trials, all of which were completely and utterly impossible to survive and complete. The elven council may have told the elves they were with us, but secretly they feared us and they killed us, making sure to go about it in a way where it seemed like they had nothing to do with it.

  They would do it when we reached a certain age. Once we turned sixteen, we knew our time was up.

  We would be sent outside our village to a cave, and inside it would be a horrible monster. No one knew what type of monster it was, but all we knew, was that it would always kill all who entered. Our lives were built around the council that used us for their own evil purposes, until the day we turned sixteen and were killed.

  Only a handful of us lived long enough to have children, and then we would have to suffer as we watched our children have to grow up in the cruel world where there was no joy or happiness in it. Our lives were miserable and even the birth of a newborn could not bring a smile to our faces as they would be brought up as a slave to the council's bidding until their sixteenth year. We hated our existence but the elves knew not of what we suffered so they could not help us. We could never leave our village long enough to go to an elf and tell them of the anguish of our kind. We were always escorted when outside of our village, and kept from speaking to the elves by the council's guards. They, in return, were kept from visiting our village with the simple lie that we craved solitude of our kind. We were born to service the council and die young. No hopes, no dreams, and not one little child ever played pretend or played at all for they were taught at an early age how to fight, how to use knifes and swords, and how to dodge attacks and defend themselves, all from the time they could walk. For years, we lived in misery. No change, and no hope ever appearing.

  We did not pray for if there was a god or goddess, they would not have subjected us to this tortu
re. This was the way of my kind for so long. We lived in fear and misery. Waiting 'till we turned sixteen so we could be freed from this living hell through death. Then, everything changed. For a year those of us sixteen, and seventeen where left alone, and so we grew a year older. The council did no longer use us for its own devices, and we were left alone. My kind began to enjoy life as they no longer were forced to do the council's awful bidding and die. And my kind began to believe that times were turning good and things were changing for the better. For the first time in years, a glimmer of hope that their lives would no longer be so cruel and miserable began to grow.

  Then, the massacre happened. They came, in the middle of the night on a moonless night, where everything was bathed in darkness. They brought the monster from the caves. No one was safe.

  Little children, babies, families, friends all slaughtered. Our homes and our village were burned to the ground, with families in it. The rest were woken up in their sleep by rough hands and beaten before they were killed mercilessly. Daughters and sons watched their parents killed first, and then they came for us, the children. Killing us quickly. It was the darkest day of my kind's existence. My parents had run away with me when I was young a long time ago to hide me and shelter me from the life with no hope that the rest of my kind had, and like a good little girl, I remained hidden just as they told me to do. They taught me how to survive and left so the guards wouldn't be suspicious. So I lived by myself, watching the village and my friends, imagining that I was with them. Then came that horrible night filled with the screams of my people and the ruthless killing of the innocent. I witnessed the slaughter of my kind from my cave outside the village on a hill, and I saw my parents throats ripped out. It was a nightmare from hell come alive.

  And I was there to bear witness to it, in the safety of my cave outside of the village. I gathered what little possessions I had and ran with the screams of my people ringing in my ears, knowing that if I stayed, there was a chance they would find me there and if they did I would have no hope of surviving. I ran from my hidden life, my lonely and now destroyed life and built a new one. But it could not cover my old life, the pains and the agony of it. Every night I relived that dark day through relentless nightmares. Every day, the memory's haunted me unless I busied myself. I learned how to make weapons. I was always practicing sword fighting, self-defense, teaching myself karate, and martial arts, boxing, how to wield a knife, bow and arrow, mace, and any and all other possible types of weapons and defense. I practiced blending in to any surroundings, and setting any type of trap, making use of what little I had. I taught myself how to read and write and used books of all kinds that I stole. I learned animal and human science to the point where I could heal and mend almost any injury, and almost every language known to man and magical being. I taught myself how to build even the most complex structures out of the limited items and supplies I might have. I also learned about every kind of magical creature written down, both the monsters and how to defeat them and the friendly ones. I learned thousands of different spells from beginner to very advanced that was way out of capacity for someone my age and yet I mastered the hardest of spells.

  I learned how to make potions and brews, healing remedies and poisons that could be completely undetectable. And I learned and mastered all these impossible things for a seven year old to accomplish simply because of one word. Time. I had tons of time to practice and learn. I was agile and quick, nimble and strong, fast and small to fit in small spaces. I was stealthy and silent if I wanted to be, graceful and I had a heart of gold. I was always learning new stuff or practicing fighting and defending myself. This was the only way I could escape my past. I had no friends, no family, nobody. I was all alone in the world. There was no point in my life, no reason that I could see to continue living. The only reason I did it was for my parents. I traveled the world alone, moving from place to place. I was the very last of my kind. I was stronger, smarter, faster, more agile, stealthy, silent, and deadly than the most skilled warrior or assassin and I was only ten years old. I was the ultimate weapon to anyone who could get their hands on me. Luckily, I wasn't the type of person to be spontaneous and draw attention to myself. I kept a low profile and I never allowed myself to grow attached to anyone. Until I met Axel. My whole life was a lonely, painful life that I would not wish on anyone. I was all alone, and living in hell.

  Now I am seventeen. I am thin and my hips are small but curvy. My chestnut brown hair streaked with dark brown that flowed wavy down to the small of my back and my deep violet eyes, lightly freckled cheeks, button nose, soft pink lips, straight white teeth, and small ears pointed at the tip made me a beautiful woman who thieves loved to try and tangle with before I snapped their arm in two and kicked their ass. Everything changed when I met Axel, and suddenly, I had a reason to live.

  It had been almost a hundred years since her kind's slaughter. Almost. In three days time, it would be the anniversary of the day her people perished along with her old life and her new life was born. Like always, she would spend it with magical animal friends, a good fiction book, and a whole cake with a big bottle of rum. And if she was really feeling festive and needy of a way to forget her past in a way not involving her daily exercise of practicing her fighting skills with many different types of weapons, and her spells and potion making skills, then she would actually hang in the square of whatever village she was in at the time. This time however she was not feeling very festive.

  Her birthday was the day after her people's slaughter, which made it ten times worse because it meant at every one of her birthdays she would have the ugly reminder that her parents could never be there. She was miserable, lonely, and depressed. The annoying little voice in her head was no help either. So, sing a sad song and get over it, it said. Easy for it to say, since it was just a voice.

  She was walking back from the market when the smell you get from a firecracker that just went off floated to her nose. She walked into a strong warm chest. Startled, she looked up into emerald green eyes and spikey red hair. His chin and cheek bones were sharp and his face thin but not too thin. His teeth were straight and white. His smile was permanently mischievous.

  "Sorry." she said, offering a small smile before turning to walk around him. His hand wrapped around her arm, stopping her. He had a strong but gentle grip.

  "Wait. It's my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going." He offered me another smile, eyes twinkling.

  "Well, whoevers fault it is, it's forgiven." Said another voice. Her eyes widened. She looked up to see another person with long spiky hair that went to below his chin. It was dark brown. Sharp features and straight white teeth with icy blue eyes that weren't harsh or cold like she would have expected. "Come on Axel. We have to go."

  Axel laughed. His voice wasn't deep or high but rather in between while his blue eyed friend's was deep.

  "Come on Isan, when did you forget how to be polite?" Isan's eyes glittered a little with annoyance, but you could tell they were good friends.

  "Well, when you almost run her over in the street, and not me. "

  Axel laughed again, before looking at me once more, smiling.

  "As I recall, you almost ran me over."

  For the first time in her life, she blushed. "I'm sorry. My mind was elsewere."

  Axel smiled. "It's okay. I'm Axel." He held out his hand. She took it. "My name's Kata."

  Her full name was Katala, but she never told anyone that before and she wasn't planning on starting anytime soon. Axel smiled. Isan stuck his hand out in front of Axel's face and smiled.

  "I'm Isan, the fool over there's friend."

  Axel laughed. "Who are you calling a fool Isan."

  She smiled at the obvious friendship shown between the two. The warmness of it spread to even her. She shook his hand.

  "Well, I'd better be going. I have places to go and things to do." She smiled again at them, Axel's eyes locking with hers for a moment. She looked away and disappeared into the crowd, feeling
sad because she knew she couldn't afford to grow close to anyone. She was too cautious to do something like that.

  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

  Her grip was strong, which surprised Axel and Isan a little. She said goodbye and disappeared into the crowd before they could reply. She had definitely captured their attention, but in a good way.

  "I like her." Isan said. Axel smiled. "I like her too."

  . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

  She sat on the branch of the willow tree, eating delicious angel cake and reading a good book, but try as she may, she couldn't concentrate. She looked down at the page and realized I had read it six times.

  "That's it. I'm done." She said, setting it down on a shelf she had nailed to the tree near the branch. She picked a pencil and her sketch pad and called to Tato, a silver flying squirrel with a black belly. He hopped of a branch above her and floated down to her lap. She smiled and petted him before he jumped out of her lap to pose in front of me. She smiled and started sketching. Her mind wandered to Axel. He had a broad chest but he was skinny. He was tall and her head only went to his shoulders.

  There was something about him that was drawing her to him, but she couldn't put her finger on it. He seemed like the kind of guy who had tons of courage. She looked down and stared at her drawing. It was a very well drawn picture of Axel. Seems her subconscious wanted to see him again. She wanted to see him again. She couldn't do that though, because if anyone ever got hurt because of her it would kill he. She sighed and closed her sketch pad. She closed her eyes and listened to the breeze. She decided to hunt. She grabbed her bow and arrows and hopped off the branch. She silently stalked through the forest, scanning the ground for tracks. She spotted some and froze. Those tracks belonged to a very dangerous creature.