Daddy Daddy: MFM Menage Romance

by Demi Donovan

  I put my hands on the armrests of her chair and lean into her, coming eye to eye with her.

  “Just tell me you haven’t shoved your little fingers into your tight pussy and thought about me every night since I did that to you and I’ll leave you well and truly alone. Just tell me that, kitten. While you’re sleeping in Parker’s house, snuggled up in his silk sheets, tell me you’re not thinking of me.”

  A flurry of emotions whip across her face and there’s one that I don’t place. Relief, maybe. I don’t let it distract me, though.

  Her body relaxes and there’s that gleam of trouble I spotted the first time I saw her, the one she tries to hide under her prim up-do and behaving oh so nice, is back in full force.

  “And what if I have?” she asks, making me stifle a fucking groan. This woman, I swear to fuck… “Does that make you feel good about yourself?” she taunts, her breath quickening. “I think the real question is how obsessed have you been about me? Do you even know who I am?”

  “I know you’re a filthy girl begging to be taught a lesson,” I grunt, my cock so swollen in my boxers I think I might just fucking cum now.

  “And what’s that lesson?” she asks, leaning forward so I can just see the top of her bra from the neckline of her dress. It’s black and lacy and I want to tear it off of her.

  “How about we start with sucking cock.”

  I start unbuckling my belt when her hands join mine, unzipping me urgently.

  “Parker might be back any minute,” she tells me urgently, and yet again I can’t find myself giving a shit. Not in the moment, anyway.

  “You focus on sucking my fucking cock,” I growl, pushing my boxers down to reveal my hard, throbbing cock.

  She whimpers and it’s the sweetest little sound, almost enough for me to just throw her on the table and fuck her mouth without any further discussion. Instead, I let her take her time and when her tongue pokes out to lap up the bead of precum, she’s looking me straight in the eye and I’m coiled like a fucking snake, ready to explode.

  There’s laughter in her eyes and my hand twitches with the desire to slap it off her cheeks, but I don’t. Not when my cock is almost in her mouth and all that pent-up aggression can be released as cum down her throat.

  Her lashes flutter as her lips wrap around the head and I swear my eyes roll back in my head slightly because of how good her velvety, sweet mouth feels. It’s everything I imagined, but better and softer and needier and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of it.

  She braces herself against my thighs, her palms flat on them, but when I grab her by her hair bun and shove my cock deeper into her mouth, her nails dig into my thighs. I groan as she gags slightly, but there’s no fight in her, just tension as she takes my dick like a good virgin intern should.

  Cassie’s eyes water as I make her choke on my cock, grinding myself into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. She gags and splutters, saliva trickling down her chin, making me want to go all the more harder for it.

  “Is this what you’ve been dreaming of?” I ask her, the words barely more than grunts. “I don’t know who your fucking boyfriend is but you need to forget about that limp-dicked fucker now. You’ve had a taste of real cock and I’m not going to allow you to play around with boys anymore. Do you hear me?”

  She gives me this spluttery nod when I pull out of her mouth for a moment, admiring the saliva glistening on my length and the long string that’s still attached to her lips from the tip.

  “Say it.”

  “Say what?” she asks, that fire nowhere near extinguished.

  I think I’m going to fucking love playing with her.

  “Say that this is the only cock you want.”

  “What if it isn’t?” she asks, defiant as always.

  It should take the wind out of my sails, but it does the contrary. Fuck, I didn’t think I’d ever admit to something like that, but the mental image of Cassie being taken by the man I’m sure she’s talking about is… well, fitting. I don’t like sharing, but with Cassie, hell, I already feel like I am. Parker might not be in the room but he’s definitely present.

  “We’ll have to figure that out then, won’t we?” I say, yanking her head back by her hair so she opens her mouth for me again.

  She yelps, but then opens wide, keeping eye contact as I feed my cock to her. Those watery eyes and the mascara rolling down her cheeks is everything and instead of pumping and dumping like I thought I would, I take my sweet time. My balls ache to dump my load in her mouth, but I hold myself back and I’m not even sure why.

  I know we don’t have time to spare. At the very least, she’d have to have a moment to clean herself up because right now she’s slobbered with drool and her make-up is all but ruined. Yet neither one of us seems to care nor are we rushing.

  “Your dad must have done a real number on you,” I mock.

  There’s a flash of annoyance in her eyes and it’s clear I’ve struck a chord. I smirk, running my palm over her hair and then down her cheek, still slowly thrusting into her mouth as her tongue teases me.

  “That’s okay, kitten. I’ll be your Daddy. I’ll teach you real manners. That’s what you need, isn’t it? A nice firm hand to show you how to behave, to teach you not to suck the cocks of strange older men you don’t know? Yes, that’s what I think you need…”

  “The fuck do you think you’re doing!?”

  Both Cassie and I freeze for a second when Parker barks that question across the room. I look over my shoulder and see him standing there, at the doorway, a bag of take-out dropped on the floor.

  “Shit,” I mutter to myself, but unlike Cassie, I don’t rush to cover what we’ve spent the last fifteen minutes doing.

  Her mouth leaves me and I miss it immediately. She’s wiping her face with the back of her hand, her lips puffy from blowing me and the mascara marred on her cheeks. She looks beautiful and the comment I made still rolls around in my head.

  Vixen wanted a daddy, but that was too fucked up for me. But for Cassie… fuck, yes I’d be her Daddy. In fact, that’s exactly what I intend to be.

  “I’m sorry, Parker,” Cassie whispers, the words barely audible.

  “Come on, we’re leaving,” he hisses as I tuck myself back in my boxers and zip up.

  “Where’s the hurry? The party’s just starting,” I drawl, leaning against the table with my arms crossed over my chest. “I don’t think she has to go anywhere with you if she doesn’t want to.”

  It’s a losing battle. I know she’s going to go with him and there’s no point in stopping them. Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe I need a good night’s rest to figure out what’s been kicked loose in my brain that I’m suddenly so obsessed with a girl I shouldn’t even be looking at as anything more than disposable workforce.

  Parker practically lifts Cassie out of the chair and she scrambles to grab her purse, not meeting his gaze. I don’t think she’s ashamed of what she did with me, just that she got caught. Might not even be that.

  “We’re fucking leaving,” Parker says.

  I’ve never seen him this pissed. As a good friend, I should shut up and think about what I’ve just done. As Sawyer Layton, I can’t help but stoke the fire.

  “Aw, what is it, Parker? Wounded that I got to your little playmate before you did? If she’s sleeping in your damn house for almost a week, I don’t think you have anyone but yourself to blame for that.”

  Halfway to the door, he whips around. I catch a glimpse of Cassie and she’s beet red with embarrassment now, but at least she’s not crying.

  “You arrogant son of a bitch,” Parker growls, his hands balling into fists. It makes me stand up straight, at the very least. “You have no fucking idea who you’re dealing with here.”

  “So educate me,” I tell him with a grin.

  Before I can say another word, Parker Carlson has crossed the distance between me and him and punched me in the jaw. From a man who’s never expressed so much as annoyance at a mosquito,
the hard-hitting punch seems so far out of the realm of possibilities that I don’t even duck when it comes and the contact sends me flying across the conference table.

  “She’s Cameron’s fucking daughter, you fucktwit,” Parker roars at me.

  I stare at the both of them, stunned, but I don’t get another word out before Parker has his arm around Cassie, escorting her out again. I must look like a deer in headlights, one hand pressed over my jaw as I watch Cassie be carted out, the girl looking at me over her shoulder with a mixture of horror and guilt plastered on her face.

  I thought those eyes looked familiar.

  Shit.

  Eleven

  Cassie

  The drive home is in pregnant silence, neither one of us trying to break it. I can still taste Sawyer in my mouth when Parker parks the car in the garage and I scramble out, clutching my purse like it’s some kind of lifesaver.

  “Come on,” he tells me, waving at me to follow him and I skulk after him like a teenager in trouble.

  It’s not too far from the truth.

  My whole body seems to vibrate with uncertainty. I know I should be ashamed and mortified of what I did with Sawyer, but I can’t seem to muster up the conviction for it. The truth is, I liked what we did. I liked the way he tasted and if Parker hadn’t walked in, I’m sure he would have finished in my mouth and I would have swallowed his cum.

  The fact that I’m thinking about these things as if they’re in any way, shape or form normal as Parker shows me into his study makes me stifle a groan. I’ve been away from home a week and truth be told, I’m just confirming all my worst assumptions about myself. That one way or another, I’d manage to fuck this opportunity up. That I’d disappoint Parker and I’d cause him more trouble than I’m worth.

  I think I’ve proved all of that and it’s only Thursday.

  There has to be some kind of award for fucking up your second chance that fast, right?

  “Take a seat,” Parker says gruffly, motioning toward a couch in the corner of his large office.

  The walls are lined with books, engineering and law mostly, and the décor is classic and just like him. Understated but all the pieces fit together to create the kind of awe-inspiring whole that takes your breath away. My gut twists with the knowledge that I’ve hurt him and I don’t see how he could ever forgive me for causing a rift between him and Sawyer.

  “You don’t have to say anything,” I tell him as he paces back and forth, his hair mussed on his forehead, his shoulders tense. “I know what I did was inexcusable. I can get on the first bus home. I’m sorry for everything. I haven’t worn most of the clothes so you can return them all and-”

  “Quiet,” he says, such authority in his voice that I sit up straighter immediately and clamp my mouth shut.

  He keeps pacing and I shrivel a little, but not much. I stand by my earlier thought, I’m not ashamed of what I did. I wanted Sawyer, and he wanted me. The only problem is, I want Parker just as badly and now I’ll never have a chance to know what it would be like to wake up in his arms. I’ve crumbled like a house of cards, my resolve apparently worth nothing when a hot, commanding older man wants me to bend to his will.

  I think I held my own with Sawyer, but it’s not exactly the right way to get my first sexual experiences. In secret, hidden away, rushed… I know it means nothing to Sawyer, but I should have been more careful, right?

  If only I didn’t want him so bad… If only I didn’t want Parker so bad either. I’m a fucking mess and I know it.

  “I didn’t protect you,” Parker finally says and my heart breaks seeing the look in his eyes. It’s disappointment, but not at me. He’s disappointed in himself. “I didn’t keep you safe. I shouldn’t have left you alone with him. Not after… I just shouldn’t have. Cassie, I’m so sorry.”

  He comes to me and crouches down in front of me, taking my palms. My hands feel so small in his.

  The last few days have been torture, coming home with him every night, eating dinner at the same table and then saying good night. I didn’t want to curl up in bed alone. I wanted to be with him, but it sounded so juvenile and so incredibly dumb in my head that I never spoke up about it.

  How could I? I’m his guest and he’s my dad’s friend. I shouldn’t want him, but I do…

  “You have nothing to apologize for,” I gasp, tears welling in my eyes. I must still look a mess. “He didn’t take advantage of me. I know that sounds horrible, but I wanted him.”

  Parker’s hands grip me harder when I thought he’d be recoiling from me. There’s pain etched across his expression and he looks down, his lips thinning.

  “I see.”

  “It’s… Its’ not like that, Parker,” I rush to add, feeling him slipping away. “We had a moment a couple of days ago… on Monday. In the copy room. He’s been on my brain since then.”

  Parker lets my hands go then and stands up, turning his back on me to continue his pacing. I want to scream, rail at him that it’s not like what he thinks. But isn’t it? I wanted Sawyer so badly it hurt… but how do I explain that I also wanted Parker the same way?

  “The fucker lied to me,” Parker murmurs just loud enough for me to hear.

  I stand up, knowing that if I don’t tell him now, I never will.

  “Look, Parker, you need to listen to me,” I say, stepping up to him and standing right in front of him so he can’t just walk past me. “I should have told you earlier. I should have been honest. The truth is, and I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’ve been obsessed with you since you showed up at my house.

  “I walked in on you that first night that you brought me here and I saw you jerk off. I heard you say my name, so I know you want me too, or at least you wanted me then. I can’t blame you if you’ve changed your mind now, I really can’t.

  “I met Sawyer and he confused things for me. I… I want you both. I want you both so badly it hurts and it’s made worse by the fact that I know I can’t have either of you. You’re my dad’s friends. You’ve taking me under your wing and giving me an opportunity I didn’t think I’d ever get.”

  He’s looking down at me, his expression etched with thought and I don’t know what he’s thinking. All I can do is just keep talking and hope I don’t at least make it worse.

  “I’m sorry for everything, again. You took me into your life, you gave me a chance and here I am, fucking it all up because of a crush. Well, two crushes, I guess…”

  Now I’m just babbling, words spewing out of my mouth without them making sense. I want to grab him, I want to shake him and I want to tell him that I might be falling in love with him but before I can, his arms crush around me, pulling me to his chest and then he’s kissing me savagely on the mouth.

  I gasp as his tongue twists against mine, the kiss so forceful and possessive that it takes the breath from my lungs. I prop myself on his wide shoulders, clinging to him as he consumes me with his mouth.

  The taste of Sawyer on my tongue is replaced with Parker now, the two mingling together for a long moment that makes my body pulse with need. I’ve had the moment in my head where I get them both and this, though not quite it, is living up to the fantasy. Now more than ever I know I want them both.

  His hand coils in my hair, tugging on the auburn locks. He’s needy, demanding, all man. A feral side of him that he hasn’t shown me much before but that’s definitely there, considering how he punched Sawyer and how he’s claiming me now. I’m putty in his arms and my mind is a blank.

  When he pulls back, his blue eyes are hazed over with lust. I love the way it looks on him. He doesn’t let go of me, his arms still around me, holding me to him tightly.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asks simply, my only response being to shake my head. “I need you to say it, Cassie.”

  “I want you,” I tell him, the words coming straight from my heart.

  “Good,” he growls, picking me up in his arms.

  I yelp as he cradles me to his chest like I weigh nothing,
holding me close as he walks me out of the office. I’m flush against his broad chest, looking up at him in awe. This is the man I glimpsed when he came to my house, in control and ready to take on anything. This is the man I dreamed of being with.

  And now I’m in his arms.

  He carries me to his bedroom and I’m thrown on the bed. Parker shrugs off his jacket and undoes his tie, discarding both on the floor.

  “Tell me what he’s done to you,” he demands.

  “I… um…”

  “Tell me, Cassie,” he says again. “I heard what he told you. That he’ll be your Daddy. That he’ll teach you manners. That he’ll teach you how to treat a real man’s cock. Is that it? Is that what you want, Cassie?”

  I’m staring at him, my words completely lost. I’ve played this moment in my head countless times but now I’m tongue-tied and stuttering. He yanks my dress up to around my waist and exhales sharply as he sees the pair of black lacy panties I’m wearing with a tiny heart in the front.

  There’s hunger in his eyes that tells me I’m about to be absolutely devoured and I can’t wait for it to happen.

  “Yes,” I tell him, letting my mouth do the talking where my brain can’t. “I want you to be my Daddy. I want you to teach me manners. I want to know what a real man’s cock feels like. Please. I need it so bad!”

  The words are breathy and each seems to spur him on more. His fingertips trail my inner thigh, stopping on the lace of the thigh-highs I’m wearing, and my pussy is absolutely soaked. Sawyer got me started and now Parker is finishing me off, the outline of his cock so inviting in his slacks.

  I sit up a little to reach the buttons of his shirt and he lets me undo them. I’m clamoring for another kiss and when he gives it to me, I mewl into his mouth, my hands travelling his chest. He throws off his shirt and when he pulls off his undershirt, I’m speechless.

  This is not the body of a man who has spent a lifetime in an office. This is the body of a man who works every day to look like the perfection that he is. His abs are chiseled and his chest wide and strong. The way his biceps bulge and taper into strong forearms has me losing my mind. So strong, so powerful… so mine.