TABOO EROTICA : Daddy's Candy Vol.5: (Man Of The House ~ Taboo Erotica) (CANDY GIRL SERIES)

by Lucy Lixx

  Before I could protest, she quickly grabbed her to-go coffee on the counter that Pat had made and jetted from the room to head to her job. It wasn’t like she couldn’t take the day off to help Pat. He was still her boss and she could basically do whatever she wanted. She had married into the job. There was no way he would say no to her, especially not with whatever she was giving him in the bedroom. I scoffed.

  “I can help you for two hours and then I have to study for my test,” I said blankly, standing to rinse my cup. “And I’m only doing so to please my mama.”

  “She’s such a fine woman. I can only imagine you’ll grow to be as beautiful and strong. You’re already budding beautifully.” Pat regarded my figure with consideration. “You know, I wouldn’t mind helping you pay for tuition as long as you behave.”

  “I don’t understand. I already have a job.” I sarcastically retorted.

  “Quit your job. Don’t worry about those bills. Just help me redecorate and then study for your test. I’ll take care of everything else.” Pat said, effectively ending the debate.

  I was at a loss for words. Here I was being offered financial packaging from my new step-daddy who had, for the most part, been nothing but a nuisance to me. Perhaps I could give him a chance. Mama had warned me that things would be different and she wanted me to feel comfortable asking them for things. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was so used to taking care of myself that my burdens seemed too much to weigh on someone else.

  “How would you do that?” I asked, still curious about this sudden offer.

  “And how do I behave?”

  A smile crept slowly along Pat’s lips as he sipped his coffee, deliberately inserting a pause before speaking.

  “Your mother and I have made quite a fortune from this company. Soon, she’ll be able to start her own business under my guidance and you’ll have more opportunities than you ever dreamed.” He sipped his coffee again before continuing. “Your job, should you choose to accept, would be to please me. Love me as you would your daddy and do my bidding.”

  It didn’t sound absolutely terrible, but the smile on his face was absolutely disturbing. I could tell he had some rather non-traditional favors in mind that might be crossing into territory I wasn’t sure I could handle.

  But I needed the money.

  “Whatever you say. Let’s start on that room.”

  I placed my cup in the sink, determined to forget the conversation had ever occurred. The sooner we got the room done, the sooner I could leave.

  Satisfied by my response, Pat put his cup in the sink and we walked into the large hall in the front where the stairs began for the second floor. White tile lined the entirety of the house save for the bedrooms where lush, cream carpet decorated the floor. We climbed the expansive staircase line with gold trim and walked down the hall to the second door where my mother’s office was located. There were swatches of color all over her desk with random bits of art scattered all over the floor. It was a mess.

  I looked around, unsure of what exactly to start with. As I bent over to start sorting through some paintings leaning against the left wall, Pat came up behind me and pressed his crotch into my bottom. I could feel his erection burning through his slacks.

  “May I help you with something?” I asked in my most sarcastic voice.

  “Yes, you may help me get rid of this problem.” Pat replied, rubbing his cock into my jeans.

  Before he could do anything else, I pulled away.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said as I held up a painting between us.

  “My mother wouldn’t like that.”

  “She doesn’t have to know. It can be our little secret. I’ll pay you for your silence. Just imagine all of your tuition problems suddenly disappearing.” Pat waved his hands in the air. “Poof. All gone.”

  I knew it was something weird.

  “Is that all you want?” I asked, setting the painting down and crossing my arms.

  “I insist you call me Daddy as well. It makes me feel…” he paused to grab at his hard cock. “So special.”

  It was such a twisted way to feel special, but I really needed to money to succeed. I wondered if this was how he had approached my mother before she decided to cheat. Had he offered her all the same prizes and gifts as long as she obeyed? I couldn’t see my mother submitting. She wouldn’t be able to pull off the delectable youth like I could. I bet this boy was so stupid to fall for a little girl’s charm.

  So, what was stopping me? Mama was the one who had torn my family apart and this could be my way of getting back at her. If she was being naughty, I could be ten times that. Her lips weren’t tight like mine and I was sure her cunt had lost its elasticity by now. A fresh one for this boy would make him want to leave her and she would get a taste of her own medicine.

  “You’re so beautiful, Vi.”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “But I’m your Daddy now. Let me love you, baby. I plan to take care of all your problems with just a wave of my hand.”

  This time, I didn’t pull away from his touch. As his fingers trailed up my arm to my shoulder, I met his gaze and tried not to cringe. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy the comfort – I hadn’t been touched for a few months now – it’s that it was with a much older man. I was so used to boys my age that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle him. All his experience he had collected over the years trumped my few. A knot twisted deep in my stomach, warning me that I could still get out if needed.

  No, I can’t run. Not now. I had to see this through and be strong. If I got what I wanted and still got to eat cake, why not? I just hope I won’t regret it.

  Chapter Two

  Pat didn’t touch me that day in the office. Instead, he had simply kissed my forehead and patted my bottom while telling me to run off to school to study. It was strange. I thought he would take me right there in the room, but his self control was commendable. That evening when I arrived home, my mother was baking something that smelled absolutely delicious. I followed the scent into the kitchen where Pat was kissing on her neck as she stirred something in a pot.

  Ew, I thought. I have to share.

  Disregarding their disgusting PDA, I sat at the table where I was met by my mother with a large plate of hot food. Chicken, dumplings, and mashed potatoes overflowed on the porcelain plate before me, my mouth watering the instant I had them in sight. I began eating before my mother sat down, something I usually didn’t do.

  “Vi, don’t you want to say grace first?” My mother eyed me from across the room.

  “I’m sorry, mama. I’ll do the honors.”

  As they sat with their plates at the table on either side of me, I took their hands and began reciting the prayer I’d been saying since I was five. I wasn’t much for praying before meals anymore, but it was something that made my mother feel better, so I did it anyway. She always said blessing the food would keep away any ill will done by the preparer. I told her that was silly. She prepared the meals anyway, so what was she so afraid of?

  We dug into our food as soon as I was finished and then went about with some small chat. I wasn’t terribly interested in talking, but I added whatever I could to the conversation and responded to questions about school mechanically. I added a bit of tone to my voice to make it sound real. While my mother got lost in a discussion with Pat, I studied his features. He was a handsome man who had such soft skin that always appeared clean and moisturized. It practically glowed beneath the energy-saving lights. I almost felt guilty being attracted to him, even if it was just for my own financial benefit.

  As I admired his neck and physique, my mother snapped her fingers at me.

  “Vi? Are you still with us?”

  I turned my attention to her with a puzzled look on my face.

  “You haven’t touched your potatoes. Are they too salty?”

  I looked down at my plate. I hadn’t realized I had been so distracted. If I couldn’t keep a handle on mys
elf, I’d blow my cover before I even reaped the benefit.

  “No, mama. I was just thinking about work.” I replied blandly.

  Mama shook her head.

  “You’re always thinking about something. I’m just glad you’re going to school. I didn’t have that opportunity at your age.” Mama went on into a rant about her youth which I mostly blocked out of my head. It was the same story I’d heard a million times about her struggle and her accomplishments after that. She was such a strong woman, but she also spent a lot of time boasting.

  After dinner, mama got a call on her cell from a client that she had to take in the office. Pat stayed behind to help me clean up. He stood behind me as I washed dishes, helping me scrub plates and rinse. As his fingers rubbed my skin, I felt an aching tension between my legs. He had me pinned against the counter and it was hitting the hood of my clit, the pressure beckoning me to become aroused.

  “You should meet me in the office later,” I whispered over my shoulder. “I have terms.”

  I could feel him smiling behind me. As my mother’s voice came booming back towards the kitchen, Pat pulled away to grab a towel and wipe his hands.

  “I have to go handle this real quick. Y’all okay cleaning up the rest of the kitchen?”

  “Of course, sweetheart. Go take care of work. We’ll be here.” Pat assured her in his sweetest voice.

  She smiled and nodded, then headed for the office again to gather her things. After she left, Pat went off to disappear into the depths of the house. It was a considerably large home and had plenty of hiding spots, something that appealed to me the first time we got here. Somehow, having a place to hide other than my room made me feel much safer.

  Whenever I finished the dishes, I dried my hands and went off to find him, anticipation filling me to my core. I climbed the steps to the upstairs hall and paused, waiting for a signal of his presence. The entire house breathed silence, a clock in the distance ticking away the evening hour. I pressed forward on my mission to locate Pat as I did need to outline some terms to him if we were going to engage in this relationship.

  The tile was cold beneath my feet as I tip-toed my way towards the office, knowing he was probably waiting for me behind the cracked door. I tapped on the wood to announce my presence and then pushed on the door, revealing the room as empty. I sighed. Where in this gigantic house could he be hiding? I wasn’t about to play games.

  Without warning, I was shoved into the room and pinned to the desk, Pat’s hands grabbing the flesh beneath my top. I hadn’t realized his shoulders were so broad. The muscles bulging beneath his polo were surprisingly thick, something I’d never really taken notice of prior to this moment. Lips met mine before I could say much and I was swept up in the moment. As I wrapped my legs around his torso, he shook his pants off and undid the buttons of my shorts. My clothes were suddenly in a heap on the floor next to the desk.

  I tried to speak between kisses, each meeting of our lips effectively cutting me off long enough to distract me.

  “I have terms…I need a car…and my bills paid…”

  Still attached to my lips, Pat found the soft wet spot at the front of my panties and I shook, his cold fingers poking beneath the fabric to find the source of my fluid. When he slid his fingers between my lips, I bayed softly as his lips came for my mouth once more. I looked down to see the contract of our skin as he ripped my panties off, his white hands caressing my silky bronze skin and violating the beautiful peach I kept so guarded. As his fingers parted my lips to penetrate my juicy insides, his thumb worked at my clit to stimulate me further. The motion was enough to set my pelvis ablaze with desire, something no man had been able to do before.

  I couldn’t help myself then. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as our burning desire grew, the electric charge between our bodies shocking our skin with each touch. My brain refused to focus on anything else at the bold caress of his tongue, my only focus on the growing tickling sensation in my gut. I conceded to the will of his pumping hand and to that grin that greeted me with a bold tongue on each penetration. A gripping tension in my gut inspired me to shove his head down to my breasts that were perky against the cold air of the office. He lapped at them willingly, his mouth devouring each nipple like milky chocolate treats of which he couldn’t get enough.

  As I continued to buck into his hand, his lips trailed down my torso to my soft pussy that he was still fondling with his fingers. He pulled me by my legs up to his chest and buried his tongue into my lips, the sudden motion causing me to gasp loudly and buck into his mouth. Unintentionally, I continued to roll my hips rhythmically and ride his mouth, experiencing the beautiful feeling of being eaten out for the first time and getting lost in the utter ecstasy of his tongue slipping over my clit and lips. The passion was intense and I found myself overwhelmed by every tantalizing suck and pull of each fold he devoured. I couldn’t get enough. After another few minutes of diligently kissing my sweet peach, he slipped his fingers back inside me and started to pump harder than before, the combination of his mouth and hand inspiring my legs to squeeze his head.

  My cry of release came sooner than anticipated, his fingers still working in tandem with his mouth as my barrier of resistance broke to unleash an incredible orgasm that rushed through my entire body. As I humped his hand, he slowed his pace to allow me to come down gently from the high I had been riding. He brought his fingers up to my mouth. I parted my lips obediently and sucked, making sure to remove all of the juice I had left behind.

  “My sweet chocolate,” he said. “My little raven.”

  In some strange way, it made me feel special. The attention, the affection, the little nicknames – it was all part of his game, but it also made me feel good. I just hoped feeling this good paid off later. I had plans that I wanted to stick to and I needed his money to make it happen. Feeling generous, I addressed him as the name I knew he was just aching to be called.

  “Thank you, Daddy,” I looked into his eyes that were glittering with joy.

  “Thank you for everything.”

  “You’re welcome, little girl. Now that I know you will play with me, we can talk terms.”

  Daddy helped me up off the desk and dressed me, taking time to kiss my erogenous zones in a teasing manner even though I was still sopping wet and shivering. He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom where he tucked me under the blankets, then he sat next to me on the bed. We talked for a while, maybe an hour, and I outlined exactly what I needed: a car, my tuition bills paid, and my cell phone prepaid for a few months. He responded that he would do everything I wanted as long as I paid him three times a week in affection, special kisses, and other small favors.

  “I’ll only ask you for what I think you can handle. Now, give me a kiss and say goodnight.”

  I leaned forward to kiss his lips and wrapped my arms around him.

  “Goodnight, Daddy.”

  “Goodnight, sweet raven.”

  Chapter Three

  I couldn’t sleep.

  All I could imagine was that steamy scene in the office where my new Daddy had fingered and licked me into a fit of pleasure. I wanted so much to discover more about my body and to feel him inside me, but I wasn’t sure when we would be able to do it again. Though I had been hesitant before, I now felt myself falling over the edge into utter bliss.

  The secret I would have to harbor from now on provided such exhilaration that I wanted more of it to fill me. I wanted to be brimming with our dirty interactions so I had something to smile about while in class. Deep down, I wanted to be as naughty and dirty as possible. It was everything I ever fantasized about, and now I have a living doll with whom I could play out my darkest desires. What a naughty little girl I was turning out to be.

  As I laid in my bed thinking about all the things we might do, I didn’t notice the door opening across the room. I was comfortably curled up in my luscious red sheets when a hand slid over my torso. I sat up quickly to meet a finger at my mouth.

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p; “Shh,” he said. “It’s just Daddy. You don’t want to wake up your mother.”

  I shivered at the sound of his voice. Had he already taken hold of my senses? Impossible! I was too strong to be taken over by him, but his hands were just so convincing and I found myself lending my body over immediately to his touch. Without thinking, I took his hand from my mouth and placed it beneath my night shirt. I had changed after he had put me in bed and decided not to wear anything under my nightie. In some ways, I hoped for a midnight visit even though it had caused me to jump.

  Daddy moaned with excitement.

  “Does my little girl want to play?” He asked sweetly.

  “Yes, Daddy. I want to please you.” I replied in my most girlish voice.

  He moaned again. I was beside myself with pleasure. He kept his hand pressed to my breast and worked the other one under the sheets to find my silky lips soaked with anticipation. As he twisted my nipple, he rubbed his finger in small circles over my clit and gently applied kisses to my exposed throat. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in a rush of excitement. The pleasure I felt was beyond my comprehension and I was sure to quickly explode again if he didn’t stop what he was doing.

  As if he had heard my thoughts, Daddy pulled his hand away from my creamy puss and pried the sheets off of my quivering body. He climbed on to the bed and positioned himself between my legs, his boxers barely able to cover his enormous erection. I gasped at the feeling of him against my slippery lips. He shimmied his hips as he pressed harder into my aching peach, eliciting more moans from my mouth that he quickly muffled with his own.

  “Don’t be loud,” he whispered. “Or I won’t let you cum.”

  My damp thighs squeezed around his hips as I couldn’t control how much I was quivering. He was big and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him, but I wanted him to be proud. As he pulled up my nightie, I tried to relax into the gentle comfort of his touch, focusing on each area with great difficulty. I couldn’t keep from imagining something going horribly wrong and then losing my benefits instantly after all this work. I was getting more worked up than relaxed and suddenly found myself gripping his shoulders, begging him to release me from this miserable plane of existence between bliss and release.