Cupid Daddy

by Hart, Allysa

  “You don’t like music, little lover?” He was not so quiet and my cheeks heated with embarrassment.

  Grabbing his arm, I pulled him further from any customers. Touching him was a bad idea. Electric shock waves shot through me, sending vibrations to all of my erogenous zones. It was as if someone was holding a hitachi wand to every single one of my sensitive areas. He took a step back, breaking the physical connection.

  Thank god.

  I shook my head, trying to get control, but it was no use. I was dizzy with need and had completely lost track of my senses. I didn’t even remember my purpose for being there. All I could think about was his cock. I needed it and I needed it right at that moment.

  I reached for him, but he took a step back.

  “Go back to work, Rebekah.” He seemed almost angry, but that couldn’t be right. I was supposed to be angry with him. Instead, I wanted him to touch me.

  “I can’t… I need…”

  What do I need? I have no fucking clue what I need.

  “I will shut off the music, okay?” He sounded frustrated, but there was no way he could be more frustrated than me. I needed to come. My hand slid down my stomach and toward my sex, of its own accord, but it didn’t make it. Eros seized my wrist and the vibrations started again.

  “Fuck, Bekah.” He pulled me out the front door and across the street back to my shop. Once inside he let go of me and I collapsed onto the chaise. “Stay here. I will turn off the music.”

  “I don’t care about the music, it’s kind of nice.” I laid back against the seat and spread myself open to him. “It sets the mood, don’t you think?”

  He shook his head and backed away. “I’m going back to my clients. You stay here.” With that, he left.

  I was covered in sweat, and my body was screaming for something that I could not provide on my own, not like he could at least.

  Oh my god, Bekah. Did you really just do that?

  The haze began to dissipate and I was able to form rational thoughts again.

  Holy fuck, What just happened? What did I just do?

  You threw yourself at a man like a crazed lunatic, that's what you did.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  That’s twice in one day.

  What the hell?

  Obviously, I can’t trust myself to be anywhere near that man. I have to get rid of him. Now, more than ever.

  Game on.

  Again.

  Chapter 8

  Eros

  I adjusted my erection as discreetly as I could as I made my way back to my crowded shop. Having Rebekah throw herself at me and turning her away like that had not been easy. I could have taken her, again. Pulled her into the backroom and fucked her with a shop full of people, and no one would have been the wiser.

  And fuck, I had wanted to, but I was actually feeling guilty about that morning, and the guilt was louder than the arousal currently. Just barely, but it was.

  The little redhead hated me and she made no effort to hide it. When my pheremones had overtaken her, I should have stopped it, but I wanted her as badly as she had wanted me in that moment. I still did and I didn’t see anything that would change that fact.

  She loathed my very existence, yet I loved everything about her. She wanted me out of her life, but all I wanted was to hold her close. I had the desire to pamper and spoil her. I wanted to spank her sassy ass and then worship her body so thoroughly that she finally forgot I was the enemy, and started to reciprocate my feelings.

  As soon as I got back to my shop I shut the speakers off. Serenading her with love songs had seemed a genius idea a few hours ago, but now I wasn’t so sure. I had no idea how to get through to my little lover. Everything I tried seemed to make her hate me more. Every attempt to show my love had ended in her being even more angry and frustrated.

  “Mr. Adonis?” A young brunette approached holding her clipboard to her chest, a deep blush colored her cheeks. “I’ve finished my forms. Is there anything else I can do?” She took another step toward me, fluttering her eyelashes.

  Fuck my life, this is actually beginning to get old.

  “Thank you, I have all the information I need. I will be in touch as soon as I am able to locate a compatible partner.” I took a step back and held out my hand for the paperwork. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her staring at me, but she did not hand me the clipboard. Instead she placed her hand in mine and sidled up close.

  I hated to be rude, but I was so over it. I pulled away and scanned the room. A man in his mid thirties caught my eye, Kirk was his name. We had had a brief exchange before I had given him his forms. He wasn’t sure if my service was for him and of course I convinced him otherwise.

  “Actually, why don’t you follow me?” I spoke to the lovesick woman over my shoulder as I headed toward the other man. “Kirk, I would like you to meet Sara. Sara, this is Kirk.”

  I saw the spark the second it happened. Their eyes met and I no longer existed.

  Just the way it’s supposed to be. Now if only I could get Rebekah to look at me like that, without the pheromones influencing her.

  I left them to get to know one another and went around checking on some of the others. I needed to keep busy.

  “Fire!”

  A surprised scream interrupted my consultation with a thirty year old single mother and I jumped up like a bolt of lightning had struck me. The voice was Rebekah’s. I would recognize it anywhere. My heart thudded in my chest as I ran to see what was happening. Was she in danger? Where was the fire? I had to get to her. I burst through the front door, and stopped short, almost stepping in the small pile of flames on the other side of my welcome mat. I looked up and down the street, and across it, but I didn’t see Bekah. At least I knew she was safe.

  What the hell?

  The pile of flames appeared to be coming from a large paper shopping bag, that was exuding a particular scent.

  A shit bomb.

  The little brat had shit bombed me.

  Well, at least she’s getting slightly better at this pranking thing, although a shit bomb in the middle of town in the middle of the day was an extremely risky move. I just hoped I could get the situation under control before some well meaning busybody alerted the police.

  It would serve her right if they did.

  I shook my head. I didn’t want that. I preferred to deal in my own brand of justice, and if she got in trouble with the law due to this stupid war we had going, I would never forgive myself.

  With that thought on my mind, I hurried to the small emergency fire extinguisher that hung from the wall behind my desk, removed it, and ran back to the entrance. Everyone from inside and outside the shop had crowded around the small flaming bag, gawking like they had never seen a fire before in their lives.

  “Excuse me!” I announced, but I didn’t wait for anyone to move. Shouldering myself through them, I prepped the fire extinguisher, pointed the nozzle, and proceeded to put out the fire.

  “This makes no sense!”

  “How does a random fire start in the middle of a cement walkway?”

  “Someone put it here, but who? And why?”

  People in the crowd were chattering and asking questions. I had questions of my own, but I already knew where it had come from. What I didn’t know was where she had run off to.

  “What’s that smell?”

  The smoke was clearing and the scent of fresh dog shit permeated the air.

  “It smells like shit.”

  Ya think? Apparently these people had never heard of the flaming bag of poop prank before.

  The crowd started covering their noses and moving away and I caught sight of Rebekah among them. She must have been hiding nearby, and when the crowd had gathered, she couldn’t help herself, and had to sneak back into the fray.

  She was smirking at the charred object, but the second she realized she had been spotted the smile on her face turned into a little “o” of surprise and she backed away.

  I quirked a
brow and shook my head at her.

  “Why would someone light shit on fire and leave it in front of your shop, Eros? Who could do such a thing?” One of my customers asked, taking my attention from Bekah.

  “Misplaced anger and frustration, I’m sure,” I answered, keeping my voice calm. “It’s all fine now. Everyone go about your business and let’s find you all some love so you aren’t the next ones leaving flaming shit on my doorstep.” I chuckled, making a joke out of the situation.

  I glanced back at Rebekah. Her face was red with anger as the customers made their way back inside and the passersby continued on their way. She threw her hands in the air before putting them on her hips and stomping her feet on the ground. I had to smile, she was just too damn cute for her own good.

  “What? Did you expect they would all be disgusted and leave over a very amatuer high school prank?” I asked, careful to avoid eye contact.

  She turned and continued her stomping tantrum all the way back to her shop without a word.

  I sighed and looked at the mess on the concrete.

  The longer it sat, the stronger the stench became and I did not want to be smelling that for the rest of the day.

  How the hell am I supposed to clean this up?

  I should make her do it, after I redden her ass for playing with fire.

  My cock hardened for the upteenth time that day because of her. I envisioned turning her over my knee and lighting a fire to her seat.

  After all, turnabout is fair play, isn’t it?

  Tit for tat and all that?

  Unfortunately, spanking her naughty little ass wasn’t going to solve the underlying issue.

  I mean, it could, but it was highly unlikely.

  I settled for going inside and calling the company that cleaned my shop at night. They were happy to send someone out when I mentioned paying them double for that evening.

  I should send her the bill.

  No, that won’t help either.

  I should send her something, though.

  It was my turn after all, but what could I send? Her little prank hadn’t left me in a very romantic mood, and the flowers I had sent had gone over as well as a root canal, so that was out.

  Needing inspiration, I looked around the room at the men and women filling out forms and an idea struck. I started leafing through a couple of the completed forms and reading the section that was titled “Most romantic thing someone has ever done for me or I have done for someone else.”

  There was such an array of answers and some would not help at all, not now at least.

  Picnic in the park.

  She doesn’t want to be near me.

  Couples massage.

  We aren’t a couple.

  Surprise trip.

  She would never go anywhere with me.

  Chocolate covered strawberries.

  That I could do!

  I picked up the phone and called the sweet shop I’d seen on my way into work that morning. I ordered a ten pound box of fresh assorted chocolates, wishing I knew what her favorite might be. Hopefully she wasn’t allergic to chocolate like she was to the roses I had sent.

  “Do you have a delivery option?” I asked the saleswoman.

  “I don’t, but I can take it next door to the flower shop if you would like to add a little extra pizzazz.”

  “Well, she isn’t a huge fan of flowers, unfortunately. She is allergic to them.”

  “Balloons?” she suggested.

  “That could work. I will call them up next. How long until you can get the box to them?”

  “Five minutes.”

  “Perfect, thank you so much for your help.”

  “You are very welcome, sir. Good luck.”

  Luck? Yeah, I could use all the luck I could get.

  I called the flower shop and made the final arrangements. The balloons and chocolate would be delivered to her within the hour, just before closing time.

  Perfect.

  Finally, I was able to turn my attention back to work.

  I checked my watch and walked to my front window. My shop was empty, the closed sign had been put in place and I was ready to go home a little early after a long, trying day. But I was waiting for something.

  Right on time, a man carrying a huge bouquet of at least two dozen colorful balloons and a giant box of chocolate, entered Happily Ever After. I wished I could see and hear what was happening, but when the man left calmly a few minutes later, I considered that a good sign.

  I held my breath and waited.

  Would she come over and thank me? Would she storm over and yell at me? Would she climb on top of my desk, and jump me again?

  I didn’t have to wonder long.

  After only a minute or two, Rebekah emerged with the balloons, struggling to get the whole bouquet out the door.

  I might have gone a little overboard on the balloon bouquet.

  She walked into the middle of the road, glanced over at me and opened her hand. The rainbow of balloons floated upward into the sky, scattering as they rose. When they were well up into the clouds, she smiled, turned, and flipped me off before going back inside without a second glance.

  Well, at least she kept the chocolate...

  That has to count for something.

  Right?

  Chapter 9

  Rebekah

  The closed sign was up, but the door was unlocked. I pushed it open, knowing full well I should have just left the bag on the doorstep. Then again, after yesterday, he probably wouldn’t trust a bag left on his doorstep.

  I snickered at the memory of him standing in front of a flaming pile of dog poop the day before.

  The prank thing was getting a little easier.

  Today wasn’t about a prank so much as it was about trolling him and his piss poor definition of what a prank was.

  The idea had been cute and funny when I had come up with it, but now that I was looking at him, I was beginning to see a flaw in my plan.

  A major one.

  The one where I didn’t seem to be capable of making good decisions where he was concerned.

  Just being in the same room with him already had my heart beating faster, and he hadn’t even noticed me yet.

  “We’re closed for the day. Come back tomorrow, and we’ll get you set up. Literally,” he joked without looking up.

  “If you’re too busy, you could always send some clients my way. I’m not that incompetent you know. Despite all the jokes you make that insinuate otherwise.”

  He looked up, and we locked eyes. “I know,” he said.

  I don’t know what happened after that. Not really. My brain went blank, except for the thought of his cock inside my pussy. One minute I was standing there holding the gift bag I had brought over as a joke, and possibly a peace offering, and the next I had leapt on top of his desk, and jumped into his lap.

  The chair he was in fell backwards from the force of my body hitting his, and we fell onto the floor in a heap, with various body parts entangled in parts of the overturned chair.

  I ripped my dress off, over my head, and had my bra off before he was even over the shock of the fall. I straddled him in only my panties, and undressed him as quickly as I could, wishing that just once he would wear something with less buttons.

  I was like Sonic the Hedgehog on ecstasy and we were both undressed in thirty seconds flat.

  He didn’t have time to protest, and I didn’t have time to contemplate my actions as I greedily shoved my lips onto his. My kiss was hard and demanding. He was like a drug I couldn’t shake my addiction to, and I was jonesing for my next fix.

  I pushed his mouth open with my tongue, slipping it inside his mouth,and exploring everything I found there like an archeologist digging for bones.

  But it didn’t stop there. My hands raked up and down his bare chest and back, through the tufts of dark curls that lay atop his perfect pecs, and down his stomach to his treasure trail.

  When I found his cock, the squeal of delight I ma
de didn’t even sound human to my own ears. I grabbed it with both fists, prying my lips away from his long enough to slip it inside my wet canal.

  There was no foreplay. It wasn’t needed.

  It never was with him.

  He made me wetter and hornier just by looking at me than most men could with an hour of foreplay.

  The fuck was hot and hard and fast. I was barely breathing one minute, and panting like an animal in heat the next.

  He cupped my breasts with both hands, murmuring in appreciation as he teased my nipples.

  My orgasm was instantaneous.

  “Holy fuck!” I yelled as I came, riding his cock and the waves of my release.

  This man.

  His cock.

  Holy fuck.

  “You really shouldn’t use such colorful language, little lover. It’s not very professional.”

  The admonition jolted me out of my hormone induced haze.

  It was annoying and presumptuous but hot. I’d never admit this to him, but it was a line straight out of my fantasies.

  Don’t think about that. Don’t start to wonder if this man could actually be the one who fulfills more of your fantasies than he already does.

  This is a hate fuck.

  Another hate fuck.

  An incredibly hot and addicting hate fuck, but a hate fuck just the same.

  “It’s okay,” I muttered, prying myself off of him and gathering my clothes. “I’m not here in a professional capacity. And don’t call me little lover. I’m not your little anything, and I hate that nickname.”

  Donning my underwear first, and then my jeans and sweater, I was dressed again in no time, and feeling wholly embarrassed at my wanton behavior. He probably thought me a horrible slut with the way I kept throwing myself at him. I didn’t see how he could possibly think anything less, but he didn't seem to mind. He didn’t even seem the least bit surprised as he stood there calmly re-buttoning his shirt.

  “Well that was certainly a fabulous way to end the day,” he quipped, ignoring my request like I knew he would,and straightening his collar after he fastened the last button. “But something tells me that wasn’t the reason you came in here, was it?”