by Cara Dee
“Okay.” She’s quick to squirm out of her top, and I rest an arm for support along the back of the couch.
I stare at her hungrily, catching my breath, reveling in her eagerness. Her breasts are mouthwateringly exquisite. Perky yet full, with dusty pink, constricted nipples.
“You’re perfect.” I give her a quick glance before I lower my mouth to her breasts. In return, she pushes out her chest. So willing. As am I. I lavish her tits with wet kisses then suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Her skin is hot, slightly flushed, and gooseflesh appears wherever I bring my hands and mouth. Her response to my touch is one I already crave, and I depend on it to make decisions.
She moans. “Can I take off my shorts, too?”
I chuckle huskily and kiss my way up her chest, ending with a soft kiss on her lips. “Greedy girl.” Her breathing hitches. “You want to show Daddy your pretty little pussy, too?”
“Oh God,” she breathes out. “Please.”
I nod once, resisting the urge to grin like I’ve won the lottery, and sit back on my heels. I don’t know how far she’s willing to go right now, so I’ll let her set the pace tonight.
Her eyes, emerald green and shining with excitement, are locked with mine as she pushes down her shorts. Look at that. I drink her in. In the back of my mind, I register that I’m rubbing my cock through my sweats, and I hear another whimper coming from Gemma, but I’m too busy watching her to care.
She’s a vision. Slender and supple, completely naked. Leaning forward, I allow my hands to slide up her legs, starting with her calves. So smooth and soft. Just like the addictive sight of her pussy. I ease my thumbs over the silky soft lips and find myself lowering my head.
She trembles.
I breathe in her sweet scent, my mouth watering, and drop a kiss to her hipbone. “Will you let Daddy kiss you between your legs, little girl?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Oh God…please.”
I don’t hesitate; I’m too starved for that. I cup her bottom and give it a squeeze as I lower my mouth to her pussy. I tease her with my tongue, tracing her wet slit. She smells intoxicating, tastes even better, so who am I really teasing when I barely touch her? With a low groan, I open her up for me and lick her firmly, persistently. I devour her, suck on her wet flesh, and wrap my lips around her clit.
My fingers follow and circle her opening.
“More, Daddy,” she pleads. “I want your fingers in me—please?”
I slam both fingers deep inside of her, hungry for her reaction. Holy hell, she’s warm, so wet, and it’s a tight fit. She lets out a long, breathless cry and clutches at the cushions.
I smile to myself and return to sucking on her clit.
No more teasing, though. I finger her deeply in firm strokes, curling my fingers, uncurling, in and out, all while I tongue her clit.
It doesn’t take very long before I have her trembling and pleading for Daddy to let her come.
I swallow a few drops of her arousal, moaning at the taste.
“So close,” she whines. “Oh…mmm, yesss…” I hum against her pussy, which seems to do the trick. “Ungh…coming—”
As her climax crashes down on her, she holds her breath and tenses up. I slow down my movements, though I don’t take away the pressure. Instead, I rub her a little harder…
The fact that I’ve given Gemma an orgasm with my mouth and fingers goes on a loop in my head.
I finger-fucked and licked my ex’s twenty-one-year-old daughter.
Now why the fuck does that make me more aroused than ever?
Gemma collapses, panting and shivering, and reaches blindly for me. I’m there in a heartbeat to kiss the listless smile off her face.
“I can’t…” No, she can’t speak yet. “So good.” Next, she starts planting kisses all over my face. It makes me feel worshiped.
“Too cute.” I grin, accepting a smacking kiss on my chin. I poke her side.
She giggles and squirms.
My chest feels light.
“I want to make you feel good, too,” she whispers into a kiss. “By the way, did you notice I didn’t curse?”
I smile softly, the moment extremely meaningful to me. “Maybe I should give you a reward.”
Her eyes light up, and I wonder if I’m imagining how innocent she appears. It’s almost as if she’s giving in completely to instinct, therefore showing how she truly feels. There’s no mask.
“I know how you can reward me.” She slips a hand between us, her fingers tracing the ridge of my cock. I raise a brow, definitely intrigued. “We can go upstairs…and then I can suck your cock.”
She’s killing me.
Then there’s Gemma’s pout. “Please, Daddy?”
Talking will have to wait.
Chapter 7
As soon as my back hits the mattress, I have a giggling Gemma climbing on top of me. She’s beyond words. The relief is still rolling off of me in waves. While I’m guarded about the future, her eagerness makes it easy for me to live in the moment.
“Is it my turn now?” She tugs on the waistband of my sweat pants. I nod and prop myself up on my elbows. “Mmm, Daddy’s hard.”
Of course he is.
“That’s all on you, little girl.”
She flushes and tugs on the pants again, at which I lift my hips so she can pull down the two layers of fabric. Down, down, pants and boxers. Her breathing hitches, eyes fixed on my erection.
“Look at you.” I shake my head at her, both aroused and amused.
With her naked body on display for me, it’s easy to see that I have a great effect on her.
It matters more than I thought possible.
“Oh, yes…” She kneels in between my parted legs. All traces of humor are gone. She’s right here, with me, in my bed, about to suck my cock. “Mmm.” She hums and lowers her head—I watch, full of anticipation—then kisses the tip of my erection. Fuck. “You’re so big.”
I’m not huge. Though, for her tight little body…
“Your dirty mouth is going to get you into trouble.” It really is, and I’m not talking about foul language now. I’m talking about her way of working me up to extremes simply by speaking.
For the record, I will allow filthy language from her in these situations. It would only drive me wild. That doesn’t mean I’m not proud of her for not cursing downstairs earlier, but I will talk to her later about what’s allowed and not. Much later. Later, later, later, fuck, she sucks me in. No teasing. She gets me wet and harder than I already was, and the suction…
“Fucking hell, baby girl.” I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her down on me. Deeply. Damn, she can do this. “That’s it. Suck me hard.”
She whimpers around me.
My breathing becomes labored.
When was the last time I received a blow job?
Fuck if I know.
She goes faster.
I give in to instinct, which I never have before. No more stifling.
Motherfucking perfection.
I fall back completely on the bed, my head landing on my pillow. With both hands available, I release her hair from her cock-teasing pigtails. Then, with a fistful of her strands, I test the waters by thrusting upward while I push her down harder.
“Holy hell.” I exhale harshly, screwing my eyes shut. She moans, suckles, sucks, kisses, and licks. “Out of this fucking world.” I grunt and focus on the pleasure she’s giving me. “Yeah,” I pant when she gives my balls a gentle tug. “Perfect. More, like that.”
“Daddy,” she breathes out, licking her way down my erection. “Mmm, my Daddy…”
I smile, out of breath.
My Daddy, she said.
“My little girl,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire.
She nods, flicking her tongue over my sac. At the same time, she strokes my cock expertly, and I cover her hand with mine.
My cock is soaked with her saliva and my pre-come. It feels unbelievably good. I tighten my grip a little, and
I say, “I want your mouth again.” And she obeys. She sucks me in again, not stopping until I hit the back of her throat. My hips buck. She hollows out her cheeks, I moan her name, she massages my balls, and I hear the wet noises from her sucking.
“Christ.” I place my hand on the back of her head, tentatively thrusting into her hot mouth. Deep strokes. I keep them slow. My back arches, causing my head to dip farther into the pillow, and I can feel my orgasm approaching.
Heat spreads through my body, and even more when she tugs harder on my balls. I hiss under my breath—close, close, close.
“Fuck, baby,” I curse, feeling a tingling sensation traveling down my spine. “Daddy’s gonna come.”
She hums around me and redoubles her efforts.
My abs tense, my thighs tremble. I stop breathing when I reach that moment where I either pull out or come.
“Gemma,” I warn again, this time through clenched teeth. My face contorts as if I am in pain, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s going even harder. “Oh, fuck.”
Everything coils inside of me right before I erupt, and with a last push into her mouth, I release down her throat. Ripples of ecstasy mixed with violent shivers shoot through my body. It courses quickly, spreading, taking over, consuming me.
God…damn.
When I return to reality, I’m panting. My chest heaves, and the shivers won’t stop. One sets off another, and Gemma kissing her way up my chest certainly won’t make them stop.
I scrub my hands over my face.
A part of me, I think, is in shock. The turn of events, the night in general, tasting Gemma, seeing her naked, feeling her exquisite body against mine, having her mouth on me…it’s all sinking in.
“Was I a good girl, Daddy?”
I groan under my breath, feeling her supple tits brushing against my chest, my chest hair, my fucking nipples.
“Good doesn’t begin to cover it. You’re perfect.” I finally open my eyes. What I see is her soft gaze and her hair falling around us like a curtain. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re like a god,” she giggles.
I grin, pulling her close to lie on top of me, then sigh contentedly. “You won’t regret this in the morning, will you?”
I’m not sure I’d be able to take it.
“Nuh-uh.” She pulls the covers over us and rests her head on my chest. “I’m…” I hear her hard swallow. “I want to know more about your rules. I think they might be good for me.”
I blow out a breath and stare up at the ceiling, my chest tightening. There’s fear of hoping, and hoping I certainly do. I hope for more. “I’ll do my best to make sure you won’t change your mind.” I have to be honest. I’ve come this far. Surrendered so much already. “I’m growing quite attached to you, little Gem.”
She squeezes me hard. “I want to be your little Gem.”
My mouth twists into a soft grin.
“I know we have a lot to talk about,” she murmurs.
We do, but it can wait. “Tomorrow.” I kiss the top of her head, hugging her to me.
*
“G’mornin,” I hear Gemma yawn behind me. I look over my shoulder as she takes her seat at the kitchen table. She sees the two notepads immediately. “What’s this?”
I finish plating the waffles. “You may have slept like a rock, but I couldn’t.” I was awake for hours, staring up at the ceiling, thinking. Thinking about what I want. “So… For my peace of mind, I’d like us to talk now.” I bring our breakfast to the table and sit down across from her. “I hope that’s okay.”
“About what we’re gonna start,” she concludes sleepily.
“Yes. If that’s what you want.”
She hums and nods slowly, eyes on her plate. “Well, one thing I wanna include is a freaking good morning kiss.”
My eyebrows lift, before I let out a laugh. A nervous one. The thing is, that completely slipped my mind, and it’s because I’m anxious. It’s new to me, and I want this to work.
“I apologize.” I clear my throat, and my first thought is to round the table and swoop her up…or something. Then I realize I don’t have to. She can come to me. So, I scoot out my chair and give her a raised eyebrow as I pat my thigh.
She smiles widely and hurries over, eliciting a quiet grunt from me when she plops down on my lap, one leg on either side of me.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she whispers.
Fuck, that sounds so good.
“Good morning, my beautiful girl.” I brush my lips over hers. “Is this better?”
“Much better.”
I can only agree. Covering her mouth with mine, I kiss her slowly, deeply, while kneading her perfect little bottom in my hands. A low moan slips out as my tongue slides along hers, and I’m about to deepen the kiss further when she rolls her hips over my hardening cock. That’s not the plan, so I end the kiss with a few soft, chaste caresses. Before I lose my mind.
She pouts, breathing heavily.
“Back to your chair, baby,” I say, kissing her temple. “It’s difficult to think when you’re on my lap.”
“Don’t you mean hard to think?” she teases with a wriggle of her ass.
“Watch that mouth of yours,” I mutter and help her up. “You’ll get yourself spanked before breakfast is over.”
She returns to her seat. “Threaten me with a good time, why don’t you?”
If I didn’t already think she was a fantasy come true…
“Okay. I’m ready. Where do you wanna start?”
That’s easy. “I need to know how much you’ve researched.”
She ponders for a while and eats a couple of bites of her waffle. In the meantime, I study her and sip my coffee.
“I know about limits,” she says finally and licks her lips—lips that taste of vanilla and sugar from the waffles, no doubt. “I know that you’re supposed to negotiate or whatever…before you enter a relationship such as this one.” That’s good. “I know that there are countless ways to have a relationship like this one. Some do it 24/7, some have scenes and playtime…” She trails off and forks another piece of waffle. “I know that it’s about more than just kinky sex.”
I grin wryly, because that’s an understatement. Kinky sex, as she so eloquently put it, is welcomed by many out there. What I crave goes way beyond that. I want someone to take care of. Someone I’m solely responsible for, someone I provide for, and someone I’m in charge of. I want more than just fucking. I want the affection, the obedience, and the commitment.
“The things I’ve read, it makes so much sense…” She clears her throat, frowning a little, and her eyes aren’t really focused on anything in particular. “I want to let go. I’m tired of running, of not having a home where I feel comfortable, and I’m sick of not belonging.”
After the way she’s led her life, I can’t say I’m surprised to hear her say this. My heart is practically aching for her.
“I mean, I don’t want to become some quiet little mouse that has no say.” She’s visibly determined about that one, and I admit I’m relieved. “I want to work with my music—eventually.” I’m glad to hear that, as well. “But right now, I wanna take it easy. I’ve had a fuck—er, crappy year.” Nice save. Although, I’m more concerned about her past year. “It’s like nothing can center me. My head is spinning all the time.”
I want her with me, I realize. When I travel, I want her by my side.
“I liked one version of a 24/7 arrangement I read about,” she says pensively, her cheeks coloring. I’m all ears. And eyes. “Um, it was a couple who was married—not that I’m saying it’ll be us.” Hmm. “The man was always Daddy, but they went out on dates as equals. I guess what I mean is that I’d rather have an arrangement—like this one—with specific times where we’re just Dean and Gemma, rather than be Dean and Gemma who play occasionally.”
That’s fairly close to the type of relationship I wish to be part of. The mere possibility that Gemma wants something similar is enough to ma
ke my heart rate kick up. That said, I will be brutally honest from now on. I want more than an arrangement.
“My turn?” I take a sip of my coffee, and she nods. “First of all, I want to take you out on dates.” I let that sink in, which I think it does when she turns shy, if not a bit surprised. “Given the nature of the D/s relationship, it might seem like we rush into certain things, such as protocol and intimacy, but there is another side I want to explore as well.” And I want to do it slowly. “A regular relationship. Because you’ll never be just a submissive little girl for me, Gemma. You’re you, the reason I crave this dynamic even more lately.”
“You do?” The hope in her eyes is what makes me reach across the table and squeeze her hand.
“I know the little person you used to be,” I murmur. “Now I want to get to know everything about the young woman you’ve become.” I’ll take my time to explore every corner of her mind, heart, and soul. “How does that sound?”
“It sounds like this table is in the way.” She leaves her seat and tiptoes over to me, plopping down on my lap like before. “I want that, too.”
“That makes me happy.” I shift her so she’s sitting sideways across my thighs. “As for the foundation of our relationship, I want you to always be yourself. Never pretend for me, dear. Can you promise me that?”
“Yes, Sir. I promise.” She steals a piece of waffle off my plate and stuffs it into her mouth. I grin and shake my head. This, this right here, is why I want her to be herself with me. Once she lowers her guard, she’s open, youthful, and keeps her spirits high. Doesn’t matter if we’re in a restaurant on a date or if we’re in the bedroom.
As equals, she will simply have fewer rules to abide by.
I have a feeling we’ll find a perfect balance.
“We’ll run into problems when we go public,” she mentions with her mouth full.
“Chew, swallow, then talk.” I catch a waffle crumb on her bottom lip. “You’re right.” Unfortunately, there’s no getting around the complications. The Delaney family lives in the spotlight, and as far as society is concerned, Tina and I are still a couple. And Gemma is her party-girl turned estranged daughter. Hell, the media still speculates about the Delaney family when there’s a news drought because they never got the specifics of Gemma and Tina’s relationship. “I want us to be careful there. We’re in no rush.”
