by Haley Monroe
I pull my mouth off with a wet pop and look down to examine my breast. My areolas are always a soft pink and are small compared to the size of my breast but not now. My nipple is rock hard and the color around it is a deep red, blotchy kind of purple. “What do you think?” I ask coyly. My finger traces over the drool that’s making my nipple shiny in the morning light. “Good enough to save my ass from a spanking?”
“Push your shoulders together and show me both breasts to compare.” His mouth is tight as me speaks and I can see his nose flaring as he brings the phone closer to his face as if it will help him see me better.
I tuck my shoulders together and lay flat on my back, trying my best to push my tits together with one hand. The nipple I sucked on looks abused compared to the soft, rosey pink of my other breast. “Mmm, very well done, kitten. Leave the other for me to color when I see you tonight.”
“If it pleases you, Daddy.” I tease.
“It will, also, you aren’t allowed to come until I get home. Not until it’s my hands bringing you to orgasm. Understand?” I pout my lips and draw my eyebrows together.
“I hate this game.” I reply, ignoring his question.
“No, you don’t.” He smiles. “You’d be bored of me if it wasn’t for these little games we play.” The man has a point.
“You’re right. I don’t really hate these games, but I do want to get off. I’ve been so horny without you and now that you’ve teased me like this. Well, it’s just not fair.” I kick off the bedcovers and lower the phone between my thighs. My legs open wide and I hear Jacob growl as I rub my hand up and down my pretty pussy lips. “Can you see, Daddy?” I add a bit of phone sex operator tone to my voice as I push my bare pussy lips apart with my index and ring fingers. Slowly, I allow the tip of my middle finger to dip into my wet hole. “Can you see how shiny and slippery, I am for you?”
“No, I can’t see.” He licks his lips and shifts in the seat. I can see more of the window now as he adjusts himself. “I fucking wish I could. Let me hear it instead. Fuck your pretty pussy for me and let me hear it squelch.” My eyes drift closed when my finger sinks between my lower lips. It’s shallow but feels delicious. I pump my finger in and out quickly. “Two fingers, baby.” He grunts.
I slide my index finger into my body alongside my middle finger. I can get deeper this way and I feel my body growing wetter and wetter as I give it what it wants. I moan loudly and feel my toes curling in my sheets. I move my fingers like Jacob does and my knees start to shake. I can hear my pussy making slick, sucking and slurping sounds. It sounds so loud to me, so hot, so dirty. I hope he can hear it too. “Daddy,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck Daddy. I want to come.”
“Don’t, you dare!” He growls in a demanding whisper and the denial makes me that much wetter. Something clicks in my mind, something that makes me want to do exactly what I’m not allowed to do. My back bows and its hell to hold back this overwhelming need to come.
“I’m close.” I hiss through gritted teeth. My pussy walls are closing up around my fingers, hugging them tightly as I draw closer and closer to the explosion I know this orgasm will be.
“Stop, Hannah.” It’s hard to make my fingers stop moving but I do it. I still have them stuffed deep inside of me but I don’t move them. One deep breath and then another helps me to regain control. My thighs have stopped shivering, but my cunt is protesting. She’s so angry that we were right there, so close and it was taken away. I let out a low whimpered whine that makes Jacob chuckle. “Good girl. Take them out.” I slam my head back into the pillow as I remove my fingers from deep within myself. “Suck them clean, we don’t let pussy juice go to waste, do we?”
I lift the phone’s camera back to my face, not bothering to hide my disappointment and slide my fingers between my lips. My tongue wraps around my tiny digits and I savor the tangy taste of my own pussy. “Mmm,” My head shakes as I pull my fingers free from between my lips. “No, Daddy. We don’t.”
“I’m at the airport now, kitten. I’ll text you when I change flights. Go shower, get dressed and don’t touch that perfect fucking cunt.”
“Yes, Sir.” I smirk, wondering if he’d know whether I’d disobey or not. “Have a safe trip, I’ll see you this evening.”
“Yes, you will baby girl. Daddy loves you.”
Chapter Four
I consider being bad, I really do, but knowing how much better my orgasm will be when delivered by Jacob’s talented hands, helps me to hold off. I behaved like a good little girl. I shower quickly and work efficiently to put a French braid in my hair, it’s going to be a busy day and I want my hair completely out of my face. I dress in comfortable pair of leggings and a burgundy sweater that’s too big, it hangs off one shoulder and makes me feel sexy while still being comfortable.
A small duffel bag that normally hides under my bed is the perfect bag to pack goodies in for tonight. Jacob has enough toys at the castle so I know I don’t need any of those, but I throw in almost every piece of lingerie that I own. I have this sweet vision of Steph and I, wearing matching bits of nothing when Jacob catches us in the act. I also pack my toothbrush and a set of clothes for Sunday. No more makeshift dresses out of his business shirts.
My tummy rumbles and my first thought is to ignore it, but I can’t remember the last time I put food in my mouth. I meander into the kitchen to drop a piece of bread into the toaster and wait for it to spring back up. I slather it with all natural peanut butter then tuck the bottom half of my toast into a paper towel.
I take a bit and look around the dull kitchen as I chew. There aren’t any plants or photos on the walls. No pictures of me or of my family on the fridge. It almost looks like no one lives here, save for the pile of shoes that have gathered in the corner next to the back door, where I usually kick them off.
I have to fix this situation before it begins to depress me. I snatch my purse off the counter and bite the toast between my teeth to lock the door. When I turn around I smack right into a wall. A wall I wasn’t expecting to be outside my front door. A wall of man. “Fw-uck!” I cuss around my toast, biting too hard as I yell and it drops to the ground.
“Hi neighbor.” Samuel grins down at me. He’s much taller than I remember and I back away until my ass hits the kitchen door.
“You scared me.” I clutch at my heart and look down at my ruined toast in the dirt. I didn’t actually want to eat anyway.
“Sorry about that.” He doesn’t look sorry. “Where are you off to?”
“I have to pick up a few things in town,” I try to sidestep him, to get past, but his feet make the same moves as mine, keeping me trapped. I force a smile and remind myself to be kind to my neighbors. “Excuse me,” I point my finger towards my car, indicating I want to get the fuck around him.
“Hey listen, my truck is on the fritz and I was hoping you could give me a ride into town? I have a few things I need to do myself.”
“Um, I don’t know,” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Come on, you’re going that way anyhow, what’s the problem?” He finally backs up just not far enough. I slink around him as carefully as I can not to touch him. I fiddle with my keys wishing I could just go back into the house and wait for him to go away. “It would be the neighborly thing to do,” he tries to coax me and it works. I know I’ll feel guilty later for saying no, so I shrug. I look him over one more time. He’s wearing faded blue jeans that fit like they should, not baggy anywhere or too tight. His black tee has some band name written across it in a crazy font that makes my eyes hurt and a plaid button up shirt over it that’s undone and hanging by his sides. Yes, he creeps me the fuck out, but like he said, I’m going that way anyhow and he hasn’t really done anything wrong...so far.
“Fine, yeah.” I roll my eyes after he fist pumps the air. “Get in, I have a lot of things to get done.” He spins on his heels and heads right for the passenger door. I unlock the car with my key fob and feel kind of sick as he hops right in. I follow suit, climbing behind the s
teering wheel and starting the car. “I need to go to the bakery, the grocery store and,” I pause and look over at Samuel. I don’t want to bring him to the local sex shop with me. That would be way freaking awkward. “Then hurry home to meet someone.” That’s kind of the truth.
“I also need to go to the grocery store and the post office, if you don’t mind.”
“That works out great, the bakery is across the street from the post office. You can just run over while I pick up a cake.” I steer the car down the road, going a little faster than I should, but I’d just like to get this trip over with.
“Sure.” He leans back with his legs sprawled open, that posture guys have when they are completely relaxed and for some reason it really annoys me. He removes a pack of smokes from the chest pocket of his shirt and bangs it on his thigh. “Do you mind if I smoke in here?” I wrinkle my nose and open my mouth to say I do mind, but he’s already lighting one and pulling in a deep drag.
I step a little harder on the gas pedal and roll down my window seeking the fresh air. The cool wind washes over my face, pulling his rancid smoke from the space surrounding me as I try to forget he’s even in the car. Daddy’s coming home today, all is right in my little world.
“What’s the cake for?” Samuel asks from the passenger seat.
“What?”
“You said you had to grab a cake from the bakery, what’s the occasion?” He puffs out another bout of smoke and I imagine him as a dragon. Dark and scary, blowing smoke before he burns down his enemies. My nose wrinkles and I try not to breathe. My stomach gets queasy from the smell of the burning nicotine and attached chemicals.
“Oh, today’s my boyfriend’s birthday.” My lips split into a smile. My boyfriend, the idea tickles me, forcing me to think of things other than the nasty smells assaulting me and how much I wish I could puke right now.
“I shoulda known you had one of those.” He smirks. “That why you didn’t wanna come over Wednesday night?”
“No, really, I had plans.” I glance over at him, his eyes are locked on me and I feel my tummy flip over in warning.
“No you didn’t. You never came back outta the house.” He flicks his cigarette butt out the window and leans toward me. “Why’d you lie, Hannah?”
“Were you watching me?” I feel queasy.
“I watch everything.” He answers as his hand reaches for my thigh. I swat his hand and he laughs. “What? Come on, I’m a nice guy.”
“I told you, I have a boyfriend and I don’t know you. I’d prefer for you not to be watching me or touching me, it’s creepy.”
“Creepy?” He scoffs. “It’s called being neighborly. You watch my back, I watch yours and I’d really like to watch yours, Hannah.” Ugh, I need to get this fucking trip over with and get as far away from Samuel as possible. I don’t speak any more as I drive toward the bakery. I’ve heard enough from him to make me sick and I don’t want to hear anymore.
When the bakery comes into view, I park the car in the first available parking spot and jump out. Samuel is lazy to get out, taking his time and making me wait. He stretches his legs once he’s out of the car and brings his arms up over his head.
I stab the lock button on the key fob and point to the post office across the street. “There it is, I’ll only be a few minutes. Then we can go to the grocery store.” A part of me wants to tell him that if he isn’t back to the car when I finish inside, that I’ll leave without him, but that would be super rude. Even if he creeps me out, I can’t abandon him here with no way of getting home even though I really wish I could.
“It won’t take but a minute.” Even his smile gives me the chills. I give a nod and head for the doors to the bakery. I look back and watch him cross the road without looking in either direction. A silver SUV has to slam on its brakes to avoid hitting him, the tires make a terrible squealing sound that has me covering my ears. Samuel doesn’t even flinch or acknowledge the car that could have just killed him.
My mouth is still hanging open when he disappears into the post office. Crazy! I push through the doors to the bakery and search my purse for my purchase ticket. I find it and hand it over to the lady at the counter. I ordered and paid for Jacob’s cake a few days ago. My face lights up when the woman brings it from the back room and places it before me.
“Happy Birthday, Sweet Daddy.” Is scrawled in pink icing across the white frosting surrounded by small pink flowers with pearls for centers. The sugary smells make my mouth water.
“Oh, it came out beautifully!” I exclaim. “Thank you so much.”
“No problem.” The woman returns my smile, obviously proud of her work. “I hope your father has a wonderful birthday.” I giggle as I pick the cake up.
“Thank you,” I don’t have the heart to correct her and it doesn’t really matter anyway. “I’ll see you next time.”
“Have a good day.” She waves to me as I push the door open with my ass and carefully carry the cake to the car. Samuel is sitting on my hood, smoking another cigarette. He holds up a small key between his fingers and waves it.
“Now, I can get my mail.” He smiles. I juggle the cake between my hand and knees as I search my purse one handed for my keys. Finding them, I unlock the door and slip the cake onto the floor behind the driver’s seat.
“Great. Let’s go.” I tap my wrist where a watch should be. “I want to get what I need at the grocery store and meet my friend, with time to spare.” So we can get ready for Daddy’s arrival and his big birthday surprise.
“Alright, alright.” He drops his smoke and steps on it with the toe of his boots. “Damn, I like a lady with a bit of fire. You’re a bossy little thing, aren’tcha?” We both get settled into the car and I throw it into reverse. He knows nothing about me, he’s exactly the kind of guy I used to date. One who assumes everything and knows nothing. “How long have you been with this boyfriend of yours?”
“A few months,” I answer vaguely. Thankful that the grocery store is right around the corner and we’ll soon be parting ways again.
“Does he know how to handle a girl like you?” I look over as he’s speaking and Samuel licks his lower lip while giving me a wink. “I bet he doesn’t. You need a real man to please you, huh, baby?”
“Please, don’t.” the unease in my belly has boiled into something else. Something bordering anger.
“What?” He asks like it’s me who’s offending him. “I’m just asking.”
“Well, you’re making me uncomfortable and I don’t like it so please, just don’t.” I search the rows of cars for a place to park. Why is the store so fucking busy today? I find a spot in the back and pull in. I climb out of the car without speaking another word to my new neighbor. I feel his eyes on my body as he follows me into the grocery store. I grab a cart and look over my shoulder, sure enough. His fucking blue eyes are eating up my ass. “Get what you need and meet me at the car in ten minutes.” I don’t wait for him to reply. I don’t want to hear another word come out of his mouth. I look down at my hands and realize I have a white knuckled grip on the shopping cart.
He has me mad and scared. Not a good combination. I hurry through the aisles, throwing toilet paper and trash bags into my cart. I forget why I needed to come here. It’s not like I want for anything at Jacob’s house. Steph has the pantry and kitchen stocked to perfection and I don’t eat anything at my place. This whole trip seems dumb to me now and I just want to go home. Without Samuel.
I wander over to the small party aisle and pick up some plastic pink forks and plates for us to enjoy the cake on later. There is a singing birthday candle holder that I just can’t resist and that gets tossed into my cart as well. I glance at my phone for the time, I want to meet with Steph before one pm. Since I don’t know what else I’m supposed to be getting, I send Miranda a quick message.
“So I have this new neighbor, he’s super sketchy. He asked me for a ride to town. You know I have a hard time telling people no. If anything happens to me, his name is Samuel an
d he lives in the brown house next to mine. “
My phone doesn’t take long to ping back at me.
“What the actual fuck, Han. You can’t text me shit like this. Do you want me to call the police?”
Her reply makes me giggle and I lean over the cart to text her back.
“No. That would be dramatic, he’s not that bad, well not yet anyway. It’s not that serious. We’re at the grocery store now and will be headed home soon. He just fucking creeps me out. Said he was watching my house the other day and he knew I didn’t leave to meet someone after I lied and said I couldn’t have dinner with him because I had plans.”
I stroll a few paces, still hunched over the cart when Miranda pings me again.
“Yeah, that’s not okay. I’ll be at your house when you get there.”
“This is why I love you.”
As I’m texting Miranda back with a smile on my face over the love I feel for my best friend, I feel a hand sneak up under the back of my sweater to grab my ass cheek. I jump up and spin around, my hand flying out to smack whoever is assaulting me. My phone falls into the cart and my back pushes it forward as I whirl around. “What the hell?” I scream when I find Samuel behind me with a grin on his face. The cart bumps into the aisle, knocking over a display of birthday cards. He walks forward quickly, caging me in against the handle of the shopping cart. “What are you doing?”
His hands are on either side of my waist and his chest meets mine as he looks down at me with hungry eyes. “I saw you this morning,” He leans his head down towards mine and whispers in my ear. My hands push at his chest, trying to make him back up. “I know what a filthy, fucking, cunt you are. I know you want me. I can see it in the way you look at me, in the way you’ve been teasing me all day.”
