by Madison Faye
“That sounds utterly fascinating.” He grunts as I gently cup his balls in my hand. “What else?”
“I’ll Google Swedish phrases for you and teach you a new language.” I squeeze softly, then tap his asshole, liking the way his legs tense and how he pushes his groin up to my hand.
“I’m a hands-on learner, baby,” he murmurs.
“Just hands? Are you sure? Because I was thinking I’d use my mouth.” I bend down so my lips are just barely brushing the tip of his cock. “But if you prefer my hands, I can do that.”
“Fuck, baby girl.” Now he’s back in full-on Daddy mode. “Put your pretty hot mouth on that cock right now or Daddy’s gonna take you back over his lap for a good hard belt spanking, and this time I won’t stop at ten.” He grabs my hair and tugs my head lower, not hard, but with a firm grip.
“Yes, Daddy.” I give him an innocent smile, and then, while still looking up at his face, flick my tongue out to tease the tip of his cock.
His eyes flutter shut and he jerks his hips again, and moans in pleasure. “Fuuuuck, yeah.”
“Feel good?” I murmur, but I know the answer already. I lick him again and again, until I can tell by the way he moves his body that he’s dying for more. It’s only then that I adjust my position and take him all the way into my mouth, bending over his body and sucking, licking, bobbing my head up and down in a slow rhythm.
“Jesus,” he mutters, and grabs my hair harder. “Just like that. Fuck.”
I pop him out of my mouth for a second. “Do you like it when a girl takes you all the way into her throat?” I bite the skin of his inner thigh and stroke his balls again while I kiss along his stomach. “Because you’re pretty big, but I’m willing to give it my best shot.” I lower my voice. “Daddy.”
“God, baby, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had that? Most women can’t.” His voice is taut with desire; his eyes still screwed shut.
“Mmmm. Good thing I’m not most girls.”
The truth is that he is bigger than I’m used to, and it’s not like I’m some cock-sucking PhD. But turning him on turns me on, and I want to bring him pleasure.
“That I can already see,” he murmurs. “Fuck.” That last interjection comes as I take him into my mouth again and dip down, forcing his cock further back into my mouth and then my throat.
His hands are easy in my hair, hovering; it’s like he doesn’t want to jinx this or freak me out by pushing, and I appreciate that and smile over my mouthful of his cock, even laugh a little, because it’s sort of sweet in a super dirty way.
“What?” He looks down his body at me, pushing up on his elbows, eyebrows raised.
I pull back to speak. “Nothing. I mean, not nothing. I like you.”
He lies back with a laugh. “I fucking like you, too.”
I take a deep breath and wipe sweaty hair out of my eyes and face, then get back in position. This time when I go down, it’s easier to take his cock down deep, and I start a new rhythm: go deep, come up for air.
It’s work, I’m not gonna lie, but the feeling of power that comes with it is intoxicating, and I’m invigorated to continue. Having this sexy god of a man lying naked before me, accepting my ministrations and fucking falling apart in front of me because of my mouth—it’s like a superpower.
“Jesus, your mouth is good,” he mutters, then gently pushes me away and sits up. “I want you on your back now, and I’m going to fuck your mouth, baby girl. You gonna open up for Daddy?”
The answer is yes, of course; I don’t even need to say it. I just get onto my back and open wide.
“Squeeze your tits for me,” he growls, as he kneels over my face. “Play with them while I fuck your mouth, baby.” He presses his cock deeply into me, so far down that my throat is choked up and I can’t breathe. But he lets up in a few seconds, allowing me to gasp for breath, before going down again.
He’s watching my face, and I’m not scared; in fact, I’m so turned on that I might come even without any pressure on my clit, just from the sexiness of being used like this, by this man. I shift my thighs and groan around his cock, and he growls. “Fuck, yeah,” he mutters, pumping harder.
I don’t know if he’s comfortable like that, kneeling above me, but he’s not complaining, so I don’t either. I just relax my throat and allow him to ease in, and in a few minutes he calls out, “Fuck. Baby, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want it in your mouth…”
I do want it. I grab his ass and tug him closer, to let him know it’s all good. With a strangled cry, he stiffens; his quads seize up and his cock jerks, and I feel warmth in my throat. It’s easy to just swallow it down because he’s already so deep, and when he pulls out, I lick him clean.
“Fuck…” He flops down beside me, panting hard. “God. Fucking incredible.”
He doesn’t talk again for a few minutes, and I let him rest, running my hands softly over his chest, his abs, his face. I touch his stubbly beard with my index fingers, stroking both with and against the grain, feeling it soft and prickly.
Eventually he opens his eyes and gives me the most brilliant smile. “Hey.”
“Hey, indeed.” I smile, too, and he reaches up and kisses my mouth, firmly, deeply.
“Kiera. Has anyone told you that you’re a goddess?”
I giggle. “Periodically. But please feel free to notify me anytime.”
“Jesus.” He sighs, stretches, puts his arms behind his head, and looks at me. “Your mouth is magical, baby.”
“Good.” I preen. “I’ll add it to my resume this afternoon. Maybe the IT people will give me a raise.”
“Nobody gets to know about that but me,” he growls, narrowing his eyes. “And for the record, they couldn’t fucking afford you.”
Then he reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. “And again for the record, my mouth is registered as a concealed weapon, babe, because I can cause devastation with my tongue. You wanna find out?”
“In fact, I do, very much.”
“Then, in fact, you should lie back and spread your legs for me.”
“Then, in fact, I will do just that.”
I lie back on the pillow; it’s warm from his head and smells like him. I inhale and close my eyes, enjoying the scent, and then smile when he moves around the bed.
“Thighs need to be open, baby girl, if you want my tongue,” he warns. He runs his hands over my calves and tugs them gently, opening my legs. “Show me that pussy. Are you wet for Daddy?”
“So wet.”
“What a bad girl you are,” he chastises, his voice full of passion. “Look how you creamed your pussy from just sucking my cock. Only dirty girls get turned on by sucking cock.”
“The dirtiest,” I agree, allowing him to adjust my legs wider, and wiggling my ass so my pussy is on full display. “The super slutty ones.”
“You gonna be my pretty little slut, Kiera?”
I suck in a breath, because his mouth is on my belly, and he’s talking into my heated skin. Licking me. Kissing in between words. “Yes, Daddy. Any time you want. Just yours.”
“You’ll do whatever dirty things I ask, won’t you?”
“Ye… essss.” I hiss out the word because he flicks my clit with his tongue, just once, and the sensation is so fucking good that I twist in his grip, needing more. “Fuck, Zach.”
But he’s back to my thighs, nipping, kissing. “If I tell you to come to my shop naked under your dress wearing an ass plug for me, you’ll do it. And then I’ll take you in back and replace the plug with my cock and fuck you so good and hard that you scream out my name.”
He flicks my clit again, and licks, long, luxurious strokes along my labia, and I grab his hair, muttering incoherent sounds.
“Baby, I’m waiting to hear Yes, Daddy.” His voice is stern, and he slaps the side of my thigh.
“Oh! Yes, Daddy, I’ll do that for you,” I promise, my voice low and breathy. “Fuck.”
He dips his tongue into my pussy, deep, then flicks
it in and out. “God, you’re so wet,” he says, running his fingers along my slit while he licks me. His fingers are magic, tantalizing.
He presses a finger to my asshole and pushes. I cry out my appreciation, letting my legs fall apart further, loving his touch. All of it.
“I think my baby girl likes that,” he chuckles, and when I moan that I do, he inserts his finger further, little by little. “Don’t even need lube,” he comments, “because you’re so wet already from your own juices.” But then he whispers into my ear, “Still, we’ll use something when I take your ass—don’t want to rough you up too much, baby.”
Soon enough his finger is in to the second knuckle and the sensation is driving me mad. Coupled with his lips on my clit and his other fingers playing my G-spot, pressing inside me, playing me, I’m getting ready to combust.
“Zach…” I moan. “Daddy. I need to come.”
“You need to ask your daddy’s permission,” he reminds me. “And if you forget again, you will lose your privilege to come for the night.”
“I’m sorry!” I cry out. “Please, Daddy, can I come?”
“Soon,” he teases me, wiggling his finger inside my ass, and sucks my clit softly until my thighs tremble.
“God, please,” I beg. “I can’t hold it.”
“Oh, I bet you can,” he murmurs into my body. “And I’ll have fun teaching you how.”
It’s the most exquisite torture I can imagine; I hate it, I love it, and I’m dying for release. I don’t know how I manage to hold out, and I don’t know if it’s a minute or ten. But when he finally says, “Okay, baby, come,” I scream. All of my passion bursts out, and I push my body into his mouth and hands, riding him from below, using him like a toy for my pleasure, shifting my body to get the perfect pressure in the perfect spot, until I implode in the most spectacular orgasm of my life.
* * *
I open my eyes to find him beside me, watching me. He blinks, and the light sparks in his eyes. Gorgeous, clear eyes. Those long fucking lashes.
“Hey, baby.” He touches my cheek.
“Hi.” I feel unaccountably shy. “I was asleep?”
“Yup.” He smiles. “About an hour. You crashed out good. I guess I wore you out.” He winks.
“Are you getting cocky?” I giggle and run my hand down his arm. “Because if you are, that’s not a bad thing. Just saying.”
“You want me to get cocky?” He quirks a brow. “That can be arranged. As I recall, I promised you an ass-fucking earlier, and I have not yet delivered. I’m a man who keeps his word.”
“That is very good to know.” I allow my hand to stray lower, to his thigh. “I do have lube in my suitcase, because I’m prepared, too. Also, a man who keeps his word is a keeper.”
“You wanna keep me, Kiera?”
There’s something in his tone that makes my stomach flip.
“Because I’d like to keep you, too,” he adds, and my whole body thrums with energy.
“Even though we just met again, after all these years?” My voice is light, but my hand tightens on his body, and I force myself to loosen it.
“Sometimes when you know something’s right, you know.” He looks at me. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Yes. I agree.”
“So why waste time, if we feel it?” He touches my face, a soft brush of his knuckles down my cheek. “Life’s too short, baby girl. If we found something good, why play games and wait, and waste precious time?”
He gestures, as if indicating the minutes rushing by, silvery and fast. Together we look at his hand, right in the path of the lamp light, and I see motes of dust, highlighted by the light, float by softly, jellyfish on an invisible current, pulled away by invisible forces, themselves disappearing back into obscurity as they exit the spotlight.
“Why, indeed?” My voice comes out hoarse and I clear my throat. “Let’s do it.”
Our fingers are entwined now and he squeezes. “You wanna be my girl for real, Kiera? Let me be your daddy every night?”
“I do want that.” I lean over and stretch to reach his lips, and brush them with mine. “I’d like that a lot.”
“You’re gonna be good for me,” he says, but it’s not a demand. It’s more of a request, or possibly more of a prediction, a promise, because what I see in his face isn’t a future of simple sex games.
No, it’s more a passion that goes deeper than lust, it’s the spark that ignited the first time we locked eyes. It’s the knowledge that we have something that matters, and even if it’s only a few hours old, it’s destined to last. Bronze in the rain. Fierce and enduring.
“I will,” I say, pressing my cheek to his chest, feeling his heartbeat, strong and even. “And you for me.”
Epilogue
One year later
My skirt is so tight that I have to wiggle it down so it’s not too high on my thighs, and I walk carefully in my high heels. I know my deep red lipstick is even because I just checked it in the car mirror. I fluff my hair over my shoulders as I walk into the shop.
“Hey, Kiera, he’s in back.” Cam points with a greasy wrench. “You look great.”
“Thanks, you too.” I wink at Zach’s best mechanic, who actually is pretty damn handsome in his greasy coveralls, his muscles popping. He’s going to make someone a great boyfriend someday, but not me—I’m taken. By the man who still gives me butterflies with his hot kisses and dirty promises.
“Wow. Hi.” I can’t help but stare as I enter the office. Dressed in a three-piece suit that fits him perfectly, Zach is so gorgeous it hurts.
He comes up and kisses me deeply. “You are more beautiful every time I see you,” he growls. “Makes me want to skip the dinner and just bend you over right the fuck here. Right now.” He looks around the small room. “Too bad the door doesn’t lock.”
“I think your team knows by now not to bother us when we’re… occupied.” Over the past year, Zach and I have started seeing each other, and I’m here all the time—it’s like my second home. I ended up buying the Cartright cottage, accepted a permanent job with the city council as IT developer, and now I’m a local, too. And Zach and I are an exclusive couple, completely in love. I’ve never been happier.
I wind my arms around his neck, then drop one hand to the front of his trousers, where he’s already hard. “Our friends can just get started with drinks while they wait for us. I think we can afford to be a few minutes late. “
“Perhaps we can.” His hands are busy too, on my breasts, my ass. “In fact, we definitely can. Because I’m about to pull your skirt up and fill you up, baby girl.”
“Please do.” I push my ass back into his lean hips. “Hard. Fuck me hard, Daddy.”
“Fuck, baby girl, you came here without panties?” He strokes between my thighs. “That’s fucking naughty. Girl, I’m going to spank you so hard later for teasing me with your naked pussy. If you just bent over, everyone could see it.”
“Good thing I only bend over for you, then,” I whisper, tossing my head and pressing it back into his hard chest. “Don’t you think?”
“What I think…” he pinches my nipples through the thin fabric, “is that you need to get naked right here and lean yourself over my desk, and I’m gonna fuck that pretty ass. And then you’re going to wear my cum to dinner, baby girl. All night you’ll feel it against your skin, and you’ll know that I’m going to do it again as soon as we get home.”
“At least once,” I add, and he groans, like he always does when I tease him back.
It’s a matter of seconds for us to remove my clothes, and then I stand in front of him naked, just in the high heels. His eyes are glazed with need and his cock presses at the front of his pants. “Take that out,” I demand, pointing. “And use it wisely.”
“Your wish,” he unbuckles his belt, maintaining eye contact, “is my command.” He pulls the belt out of the loops and my stomach leaps, even though he he’s not going to use it here. “This is for later,” he says, dropping his voice, holdin
g up the strip of leather. “And how hard you get it is entirely dependent on your behavior in the next few minutes. You behave for your ass-fucking, it will be regular spanking. You’re bad, baby girl? I’ll fucking stripe you so hard that you’ll sob and beg me and be sore all day tomorrow.”
“Oh, I hope so.” I bend over the desk, spread my thighs, and look back at him over my shoulder. “If you can handle my ass, though. We’ll see… Daddy.” I buck my hips. “It takes a strong man to ride this body. Think you’re up for it?”
“Oh, baby, I’m more than up for it.” He’s behind me in an instant, and I’m so wet that he slides right into my pussy. I moan in appreciation when he hits home. I’ll never get enough of his body.
When he starts to pump me, it feels so good that I cry out little moans and sounds, and before long I’m fucking him back, pushing back as he pumps, needing him harder, deeper. But he pulls out and presses his cock to the tip of my ass. He’s already got the little bottle of lube ready, the one he keeps in his top desk drawer… just for me.
“Spread those cheeks, baby girl,” he growls. “Daddy’s going to fuck your ass now.” He drizzles lube on his cock and my ass cleft, then uses his finger to rub it into my body.
I tilt my buttocks upward. “Do it,” I murmur, and gasp when he pushes in, slowly, little by little.
His cock hurts at first, like always, and then it’s good. Fucking amazing. If I force myself to get through those first few seconds, the bliss that comes is nearly impossible to describe, and it happens every time.
“Touch your clit while I fuck you,” he whispers into my neck, biting me hard. “Touch yourself the way you like it, baby, and come when I do. I want you to fucking come with my big cock in your tight little ass.”
He thrusts in and out, gently, then harder, when my body opens for him and relaxes into the dance. I reach down to stroke my clit, which is swollen with need.
“Someday you’re gonna come from my cock in your ass even without touching yourself,” he promises, “and I’m going to enjoy training you to do it.”
