by Lucy Lixx
“Baby! It smells delicious in here.” She said in that sugary sweet voice of hers.
“Hey mom. Where’s that boyfriend of yours?” I asked, expecting her to say that she got tired of him.
“Oh he’ll be up in a moment. He’s taking a call at the moment. Business.” She said, waiving it off as if there was no real reason he wouldn’t be there.
“Oh stir fry. You flatter me. You usually make some health nut choice, but this smells great.” She said, and I tried not to let my mother’s comment sting.
I wasn’t a health nut. I just liked looking good. My mother did as well, but she was a little more padded than I was. She was curvy, but proportionate. Not like me. I liked my exaggerated figure eight, and I knew that other men liked the perfect hourglass as well. Like Ivan. I thought.
“Ivan.” I heard my mother say, as if hearing my thoughts and I couldn’t help but to be startled.
“Ivan?” I mimicked, trying to figure out how my mother had seemed to know the man who was on my mind, and that’s when I saw him walk through the door.
I thought my heart was going to explode and I was going to implode with the sheer need I felt at him. I wanted to be angry, but if he was here to whisk me away, how could I be? I just wanted to be in his arms again or in his bed. I didn’t care which, but that’s when the impossible seemed to happen and things got even weirder. I didn’t know what to think. He looked just as much like charred bronze perfection as he did the first time I saw him, almost two months ago in the gym.
He looked just as muscular as every time we were in the bed together. Or the floor. Or the shower. I thought, trying to cut those thoughts off, but I wasn’t the one in his arms this time. My mother was. It was like my whole world shattered, and I didn’t know what to do about it. The rest of the evening would be torture. I’d sit there and chat with my mother, smiling and trying not to let that smile fall. I knew she didn’t know that I had intimately been with the person that may as well be my new father soon.
Ivan glanced at me in a way that made me flush with heat and have to excuse myself more times than once. My mother was convinced I may have come down sick, to which I replied that I planned to sweat out my frustration later at the gym. Ivan mentioned he’d probably go to the gym tomorrow too, and it was an off-hand comment, but it seemed to be directed at me with such an intensity I didn’t know what to do with it. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Five
I had tossed and turned all night, and I had odd dreams, remembering how he had contorted me and made me scream his name. I remembered how much I ached for him, and waking up was the same. I had to take a long, cold shower before I even went to the gym, and I was once again sucked into the memory of how he had taken me.
His cock thrust in and out of my pussy, making me ache for him. I cried out, pushing back against him as much as I could. He had me tied to the bed. My hands were fastened with zip ties to his headboard again, and the bed creaked under us. I could feel him filling every inch of me as his calloused hands worked over my breasts. He tugged on the chain that connected the nipple clamps together, which he had fastened to me tightly the moment he had my hands tied to the bedpost.
I shivered again as he pushed inside of me, thrusting in and out, before getting on the verge of coming, and Ivan had pulled back. He always knew when to pull back, as if me orgasiming was something he gave me, and he wouldn’t give it to me until he felt like it. It was both humiliating and exciting. I could feel myself blush a deep, dark red.
When I woke up I just wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to think of the moments I had shared with Ivan. I didn’t want to think of him as he was last night. With my mother. I wanted to think of us. I wanted to think of the way he told me that people were meant to work out. I just wanted everything to go back to normal, but I knew it wouldn’t. When I finally stepped out of the shower, I was able to get dressed, drying and tying my hair back.
I drove to the gym, and I was prepared to stay there all day if I had to. I was going to see Ivan. How could he be with my mother? How come he didn’t call me? Why didn’t he say anything when he got there? Everything was spinning in my head so far, that I couldn’t think of anything else, and anger was rolling up inside of me. When I got to the gym, it seemed almost anticlimactic. He wasn’t there, and so I tried to burn off as much energy as I could just working out. It felt right, but it was also empty.
Every time that I looked around, I was looking for Ivan, but he wasn’t there yet. I put in my headphones, turning on Nightwish until her soprano voice was singing so loudly in my head that I couldn’t think of anything else. When I gave up and stopped thinking about seeing Ivan every moment, that’s when I saw him. I don’t know when he got there. He was once again pumping iron, and once again he looked like the God that he appeared as the first time I saw him, and it made me wet for him all over again.
It also sparked the anger that I felt before, and I didn’t hesitate to put everything aside and go over there this time. I stormed over there, and he looked at me as I came over. His eyes were once again all too aware of me, and he just looked at me walking across the gym, large hips swaying as sweat glistened on that perfect chest of his. I somehow knew that he wouldn’t stop even when I wanted him to. I knew that he would keep going until his rep was done, and that was too much to bear, but I waited there, tapping my foot. I could feel onlookers watching.
Their gaze seemed to burn into us, and they always watched us when we were together. I tried not to think about what Ivan had said. When he was done, he motioned for me to follow, and it was as I followed that silent command like it was spoken into my very head. I knew that Ivan didn’t want to talk here. He wanted to be outside the gym, in the parking lot. I expected us to go out front, but he slipped out a door that was marked ‘employees only’. I didn’t question why he felt so confident about using that door. We were behind the building when the door closed. It was so quiet compared to the gym.
“Yes?” he said, and I lost it. His voice was so arrogant. It seemed too controlled, and nothing inside of me was controlled. He leaned against the brick wall.
“The fuck do you mean ‘yes’?” I shouted at him, and my perfectly manicured hands were pressed into small fists, nails digging into my own palms.
“I mean what is it you so desperately wanted to talk about, Carlie?” He said, and I bit my lip, shaking my head in disgust.
“Why didn’t you call me? Where did you go? Didn’t I matter to you?” I said, and everything was slipping out in a jumbled rush of emotion. “Why are you now suddenly fucking my mom?” I shouted, and Ivan did the very thing I didn’t expect. He laughed. I watched his dark, glinting muscles ripple in his chest as he chuckled. I went to slap him, but Ivan’s reflexes were too quick. Before I knew it I was the one with my back pressed against the wall, and he was pressing into me.
“You don’t want those answers.” He whispered softly into my ear, and his hand was enclosed gently around my wrist, restraining me but not hurting me. I was under his control and we both knew it, but I knew he was waiting for it. An invitation inside of me, and I hated that I ached to give it to him. I was still so angry.
“What the hell do you expect from me?” I shouted, but there was no need to shout. His body was pressed against mine now, and he had my hand pressed firmly to the brick behind us. His hips were pressed against mine.
“Do you want to fuck me again? Do you want me to call you Daddy? Is that you sick, twisted fantasy?” I said, shouting it at him, and to my surprise I could feel him grow hard at the word.
“I like control, Carlie, and you like giving it.” He whispered seductively in my ear.
“Oh that is it, isn’t it?” I said in shock, but I was already grinding my hips into his, feeling his hard, long cock against me, reminding me of all the pleasures that it could bring me.
“What?” He said, waiting.
“You want me to call you Daddy.” I said, and he said nothing. Ivan just pressed i
nto me, and I could feel my nipples hardening under my sports bra. I was all too aware of how turned on he was getting with the way his chest rose and fell. I could feel my own thighs slick with juices, and something changed. I was angry, but more than anything I wanted to feel him inside of me. Right now. I didn’t care why. I didn’t care why he was so turned on even. All I cared about was that he was, and I wanted him as much as I had the first day I saw him. If not more.
Chapter Six
“Fuck me, Daddy.” I said, and it was like releasing a tidal wave.
We were a blur of emotion and raw need. My shirt littered the ground along with my sports bra, and then it was my bare chest against his muscular one. His hand released my wrist long before then to make sure that I was bare to him. his strong hands went down to work my pants off, pulling them around my ankles, stopped from going further by my running shoes, and his hard cock was straining at his gym shorts, and I knew that it wouldn’t contain him for long. His mouth was wrapped around my nipple as he pushed my delicate, olive colored skin into the hard, red brick. My mind wasn’t on my discomfort for long as his mouth worked the wonders I knew it was capable of.
“Say it again.” He hissed at me with my nipple between his teeth, and he sucked on it, pulling it lightly before moving to the other.
“I said fuck me, Daddy.” I nearly growled this time, feeling him twitch as much as I felt him moan around my nipple. His hands went to my breasts, massaging them as he kissed my neck now. His teeth sunk in, in a gentle bite, mixing pain and pleasure as I arched from the brick wall.
“That’s right, little one.” He said, and then his hand worked on releasing his cock from his now straining gym shorts. The long, thick member that I had come to love was now out, and he had my leg up and wrapped around his hip as his cock was pushed at my entrance.
“Ready baby?” He teased me, but there was no ready about it.
He lifted my leg up, putting my heel on his shoulder, forcing me into a split as he forced his cock deep inside of me, making me moan louder as I shivered, shaking my head at the pleasure he was causing me. I was sure that I would have screamed as pleasure consumed me, and we were once in a new position I never imagined my body possible of contorting into without him, but his lips were on mine, swallowing every cry of pleasure in that gut wrenching kiss. My leg was starting to ache, and my hands went to Ivan’s shoulders, but his strong hands took mine, forcing them up and over my head as well.
“Daddy…” I cried out, feeling him throb deep inside of me with the word as he had me under his control, and it was exhilarating to know that he was in control.
To know that he would give me every orgasm that I wanted, and with that thought an orgasm crashed through me. I shivered, and my pussy clenched around his cock as my toes curled, one on tip toe, the other over his shoulder and one foot arched delicately over his back as my hands tightened into fists. There was no use straining, but I couldn’t help it as I arched into him, pressing my nipples harder into his chest.
I was sure that it was only the way he was holding me that kept me from falling down in exhaustion right then and there, but Daddy continued to fuck in and out of me. He kept pushing himself all the way out and back in, almost teasingly as I rode out my orgasm, and that’s when Daddy started to fuck me harder. He started to thrust shallower but faster, bringing me to the edge of orgasm again.
“Say it again.” he said, and I moaned, calling out Daddy again as he came deep inside of me, and he bit into my neck.
Once again, pain and pleasure mixed together in an almost intoxicating way that only he seemed to be able to bring me before he helped me to uncomforted myself, and I stood on shaky legs, workout pants around my ankle with his come leaking from me. He stared into my eyes, and I stared into his. I was still angry, but his gaze was lustful, still hungry. I knew that I could get answers from him tonight, but I also knew that it’d have to wait.
“Be at my place at six.” He said, and I nodded as he handed me my things.
He watched as I got dressed, and all he had to do was pull up his pants. Ivan seemed to take a pleasure in that, and I just rolled my eyes. I went to the showers. I knew that I’d need one, and there was no way I was driving home with Ivan’s come dripping out of me. Daddy’s come. I mused, and for some reason that sent another shiver of pleasure down my spine.
Chapter Seven
I thought that he’d give me answers. Oh how wrong I had been. I had expected him to tell me that he was going to call it off with my mother, but here I was sipping a glass of chilled red wine in his apartment all over again. He asked me if I was planning to stop using the gym during my internship this summer, but I shook my head. He just grinned at that.
“Good.” He said, nodding to himself. “Then I can keep seeing you there as well. I quite like taking you out back.” He teased me, and I tried to control my desire for him, but it was hard to tap down after he had it rising up in me again.
“Are you going to stop seeing my mother?” I quipped back, but he just laughed.
“She’s more my age, and you aren’t willing to date. You’ve said it before, didn’t you?” He said, looking in my eyes as if daring me to change my opinion. He was right. I had told him I wasn’t going to date.
“No, no, of course not, Daddy.” I said with that sweet, sugary voice he liked, and I looked down to see his cock start to harden as I called him Daddy. It gave me some sort of perverse pleasure to call him it, and it gave me even more pleasure to see him react the way he did. Silence fell between us, and I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment.
“Do you want to date?” He asked, and I had shook my head.
“I’m not looking for something that complicated.” I said, going back to kissing his shoulders and down his chest.
My manicured nails dug into his back, and he hissed in pleasure as I ground against him. It would only be a matter of time before he laid back, letting me take his cock into me at my own pace. He had long since opened me up to the joys of anal, and I couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock opening up my forbidden hole, making me ache for him. I planned to give him quite the show today, and as if reading my thoughts he untangled me from him enough to lay down. I was naked, straddling his waist as I reached for the bag I had put on the bed beside us. He looked at me with an amused expression.
“Don’t most girls want complicated?” He teased back, but I just shrugged as I started to lube up his cock.
My hand barely would fit around it, and I shuddered, nearly rethinking what I was about to do, but my pussy was dripping at the thought. I knew after initially getting past the fullness, that I’d start to like it, and he smiled at me, watching. He knew what I was going to do, and he was willing to give up control for now.
“I’m not most girls.” I said, and with that I moved to position him at my ass, starting to work his lubed up cock in and out of me before he grabbed my hips.
He didn’t say anything as he looked at me intently, and I knew that even then being on top of him didn’t mean that I had the control. Not like I thought I did. He thrust up into me, deep and hard. I didn’t try to censor myself as I cried out. The pain ebbed away as he filled me, rocking his hips before I began to rock my own, moving back and forth. I worked every inch of him up and into me, and his hands were keeping me steady on my large hips.
With each bounce, rising up and falling back down on his cock, my breasts bounced as well. My nipples were hard, begging him to touch them, but Ivan didn’t want to yet. I took the second item from the bag, and I clicked the vibrator to life, pushing it into my pussy as I continued to ride him. I was fuller than I had ever felt before, and I could tell that he could feel the vibrations as well.
He started to fuck into me as I continued to grind back on top. I didn’t think someone could fuck into you when you were on top of them, but he proved me wrong. He often pushed me to my limits, and I could feel myself about to come as I matched his thrusts with softer, slower ones of the small vibrator I had plungi
ng in and out of me at the same time.
“So I don’t see why I should stop seeing your mother then.” Ivan’s words snapped me out of my memory, and I could tell he was looking at me, remembering something simpler.
“Because it’s wrong!” I nearly shouted, but he just took my empty glass and refilled it.
“There’s nothing wrong about it. Your mother doesn’t want to be exclusive with me. Not even if we marry she said.” He told me, and I wanted to bite back a reply. I wanted to tell him that it didn’t sound like my mother at all, but it did. Mother believed in free love, but it didn’t sit with me anymore.
“Do you think she’d tell you the same thing if she knew you were fucking her daughter?” I quipped. “Do you want to be my Daddy?” I teased him harshly, and he chuckled.
“I don’t think she’d want to know. Why did you plan to tell her, baby girl?” He asked, almost daring me too. I knew that when I did we’d be done. He’d be done with my mother as well, but I wouldn’t be getting what I wanted.
“I didn’t think so.” He said, and I nodded with a small sigh, just sipping the wine.
“So how about some new rules for the little dance we’re doing?” He asked innocently, and I arched an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to continue. This was the very reason that sex was so great with him. We danced together in a way, almost a power struggle, every time we were in the same room. I was sure that neither of us wanted it to end.
“I’m listening.” I prompted, waiting for him to explain more. There was that devilish glint in his eyes that he got every time he introduced me to something new in the bedroom.
“Rule number one is that we don’t tell your mother.” He said, and I eagerly nodded. I didn’t know where this was going, but that was something I could more than agree with.
