Forbidden Daddy (Daddy Knows Best Book 3)

by Kelly Myers

  “And this.” I raise my hand one last time and bring it down hard enough to make her yelp. “Is to make sure you don’t do it again.”

  I stay still for a moment, watching the bare skin peeking out from her underwear turn rosy from my spanking.

  “Do you understand?” I ask.

  “Yes, Daddy, I understand,” Cynthia says. “What should I do next?”

  “Stay still,” I say. “I’m going to touch you, is that alright?”

  Cynthia nods. “Yes. Please touch me.”

  I move both my hands up her buttocks, slide them over her lower back, and then reach towards her stomach. I hold her steady as I slip one hand beneath the elastic of her underwear.

  I raise my brows in surprise when I feel the slickness of her pussy with my finger. I chuckle darkly.

  “You’re wet for me,” I say. “You liked your punishment, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.” Cynthia moans as I move my finger around her clit, without actually touching it. “Yes, I did.”

  “Good,” I say.

  I start to tease her by sliding my finger inside her, just a bit, then pulling it out, all while I move my other hand to massage her breast. When I catch her nipple between two of my fingers and pull on it, Cynthia gasps and arches her back. Her bottom pushes harder against my groin, and I can’t hold back my own moan.

  “I want more,” Cynthia gasps. “Please, I want more.”

  “I’m going to give you more,” I say. “But I’m going to take my time. You have to be patient.”

  Cynthia grinds herself against my hand, and I can tell patience is going to be hard for her. I grin to myself. I’ll just have to teach her the beauty of waiting.

  I pull my hand away from her, smiling at her little mewl of protest. Then I sit back on my haunches, pulling her up so she’s on her knees, but her back is straight.

  I stand up and walk towards the couch. I sit down and look down at her, kneeling in front of me. Her brow is furrowed in confusion as she looks up at me.

  “Do you want me to touch you more?” I ask.

  “Yes,” Cynthia says.

  “Show me,” I say. “Show me how you want me to touch you.”

  For a second, she goes still. Then, her tongue flicks out and she licks her lips as they spread into a sultry smile.

  “Daddy,” she whispers. “I want you to touch me like this.”

  She places her palm flat against her stomach, then slides it down into her panties. I feel a fog of desire overtake me as I watch her stroke herself, her mouth opening in a delicate gasp of delight as she discovers just how sensual it is to touch herself while I watch.

  She keeps stroking her flesh with one hand and slides the other hand up to tug her bra to the side, so that one pert pink nipple is revealed. She rolls it between her fingers and moans. Then she starts to move her hips in a rhythm against her own hand.

  I imagine her, over here, alone in her apartment, touching herself like this, night after night, all while I daydreamed about her in my own house.

  “Good girl,” I whisper.

  Her eyes had been closed as she lost herself in the feeling, but she opens them and the bright sparks of blue lock on me.

  She pulls her hand out of her underwear and scoots closer until she’s kneeling right in between my knees. She places her hands on my thighs and looks up at me, begging me with her expression to take her in whatever way I want.

  “Could you touch me like that?” she asks. “Please, Daddy.”

  I reach forward and massage her nipple. Cynthia presses herself closer to me.

  Unable to resist, she reaches out towards my belt buckle. She has my pants unbuttoned and unzipped before I grip her wrists.

  She looks up at me with emotion clouding her eyes. “I want to touch you.”

  “You will,” I say. “But I want us to take our time.”

  Cynthia gives me an expression that is almost a pout, and I can’t help but laugh.

  “You’re so eager,” I say. “I like that.”

  “I want you,” Cynthia says.

  I move my hands to her hips and pull at her. “Stand up.”

  She does, and with me sitting and her standing, my face is level with her stomach. I slide her underwear off and she steps out of them. Then I reach up and unclasp her bra. It joins the rest of her clothes on the floor.

  Cynthia is breathing heavily, and I can tell just by grazing one finger between her legs that she is extremely aroused.

  “What now?” she asks.

  “Now I’m going to get on my knees,” I say.

  I keep my hands planted on her hips, and I slide off the couch to my knees. I nuzzle at the soft down of hair at the apex of her legs, and then gently push her thighs apart so that my mouth has access to her.

  I caress her with my tongue, flicking around her clit and enjoying the moans she’s emitting. When I find a particularly sensitive spot, she buries her hands in my hair and tugs gently. I too am aroused by certain pain, and I start to suck at her with more fervor.

  When she’s quivering, I move my mouth up and rise to standing, putting my hand where my mouth was and giving my tongue’s attention to her nipples.

  Cynthia’s hands float to my loosened jeans, and the brushes against my erection. There’s no doubt as to what she wants, but I didn’t bring a condom. I curse my idiocy as she pulls at my boxer briefs.

  “Oh, please, I need you,” Cynthia pants. “All of you.”

  “I know, sweetheart, but I can’t go inside you.” I cover her cheek and jawline with kisses. “I don’t have protection.”

  Cynthia nods and presses her naked body against my chest. “It’s ok, I know my dates.”

  “You’re sure?” I ask.

  “Yes, yes.” Cynthia pulls away and I see her eyes are laser-focused as she does some quick math. “I’m very regular, and this is fine. It’s not a risk.”

  I pause to give her more time to think it over, but then she stands on her tiptoes and presses her mouth firmly against mine.

  I grip her buttocks in my hands and pull her against me. All of a sudden, I’m the impatient one. As her tongue flicks in and out of my mouth, my body is on fire with the need to be inside her.

  I pull away from her just enough to tear my shirt off. Cynthia’s enthusiastic hands rove all over my chest.

  I back away towards the couch, kicking off my jeans and boxers as I do so.

  I stroke her clit again, and I can tell by the way she trembles and moans that she’s close. My erection is insistent as well, and I know I want to be inside her when I come. I wanted to take even longer, to show Cynthia how to draw out pleasure and make it last, but we’ve taken enough time. And there will be other nights for us. I’ll have time to show her everything.

  Her eyes lock on mine and her swollen lips fall open.

  “Tell me what to do, Daddy,” Cynthia says. “Please, tell me.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Cynthia

  I become someone else when Nate touches me. Or rather, I become a totally uninhibited version of myself. It’s as if he sets me free. I’m no longer embarrassed, no longer hesitant.

  When he told me to touch myself, I couldn’t believe how aroused I got. But then I didn’t question it, I just did it. And it felt amazing. The way he looked at me while kneeled in front of him almost made me come right then and there.

  I want him so badly that my entire core is throbbing. Ever since he declared that I needed to be punished, I’ve been eager to feel him inside me.

  The foreplay was perfect though. When he spanked me, it hurt, but not in a bad way. The sting of pain seemed to somehow send vibrations through my pussy and clit until they were practically buzzing.

  And now my body has reached a fever pitch.

  “Tell me what to do, Daddy.” I press my hands against his chest. “Please, tell me.”

  Nate’s eyes smolder as he looks down at me. Then he sits down on the couch, and pulls me in between his legs. “Straddle me.”


  My stomach flips with nerves and excitement. I’ve never been on top, obviously, but I trust him to help me learn. I rest my knees on either side of him and lower myself onto his lap, his erection pressing between my legs.

  “That’s good, Cynthia,” Nate murmurs. “Here, let me help you.”

  He presses one finger against my opening, and I see him smile when he feels how ready I am. Then he uses his other hand to guide me to the tip of his cock. Slowly, I sink onto him, groaning as his hardness presses into me.

  “Are you ok?” Nate asks.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Oh God, yes.”

  He closes his eyes and grunts in satisfaction as I take him deeper inside me. I lower myself until he’s completely embedded in me, and then I let my body adjust.

  “You feel so good,” Nate says. “So good.”

  He fills me to the brim, and already I can feel his erection pressing against a spot deep within me. I tip my head back and grind my hips.

  “That’s good,” Nate says. “Find your rhythm.”

  I nod and begin to move a bit faster. Nate gasps and digs his fingers into the soft flesh at my hips.

  A wave of pleasure hits me, and I move up and down as well as forward and backward, exploring every angle. Nate surges below me, plunging himself deep inside me.

  “God, you feel so good,” he says. “I want to do this again and again.”

  “Daddy,” I gasp. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I squeeze him with my thighs, and he lets out a cry of pleasure.

  He reaches between us to stroke my clit with his thumb, and at that, I’m utterly lost. I arch my back and tip back my head as a scream of pure bliss is torn from my mouth.

  After all the sensual foreplay and the anticipation, at last I plummet into my orgasm, my vision blurs into sparks as ecstacy radiates from my core all the way to my fingers and toes.

  I grip Nate’s shoulders and feel myself shudder around him. He cries out as an answer to me and buries his face in my neck as his body is overtaken by his climax. I feel him plunge into my depths, and I sense the moment he releases inside me.

  I come down from my climax and gasp to catch my breath.

  Both our bodies are damp, and I stay on top of him as I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head against his chest.

  He holds me tight and leans back against the couch, and we just sit like that, two bodies intertwined, for long moments.

  A heavy drowsiness sinks into my limbs, and I let out a sigh of pure contentment.

  Nate rubs my bare back, and my skin tingles everywhere his hands touch.

  “I’m not leaving,” Nate says. “Not this time.”

  “Ok.” I smile against his chest.

  I don’t want him to leave. Now that we’ve established that we’re going to be lovers, and now that I’ve finally accepted my inability to resist him, I’m happy to bask in his company.

  There’s something about his presence that’s so reassuring, and so comforting. It’s not just the sexual chemistry, it’s how he is so much at ease which puts me at ease as well.

  I pull away and Nate slides out of me. I squirm over until I’m sitting next to him on the couch. Suddenly shy, I cross my arms.

  Nate shakes his head. “Don’t hide from me. You’re never this timid before and during.”

  “I know,” I say. “But it’s like my brain starts working.”

  “Well, tell your brain to shut up,” Nate says. “You don’t need to cover yourself in front of me.”

  I smile and let my arms drop. “Ok.”

  Nate’s eyes twinkle.

  I scoot to the end of the bed and stand up, feeling his eyes appraising me.

  “I’m going to clean up in the bathroom,” I say.

  Once behind the closed door, I peek a glance at my naked body in the mirror. I’ve never had low self-esteem, but I’ve also never thought of myself as beautiful. I wasn’t too concerned with that. I valued other things besides physical looks.

  But Nate says I’m beautiful. Nate says I shouldn’t hide.

  I smile and start to relieve myself.

  Afterwards, I pull on my bathrobe and splash some water on my face.

  When I emerge from the bathroom, Nate is waiting outside in his boxers. He leans down and brushes a kiss against my lips before entering himself.

  I drift to my bed and sit down.

  I feel so full and good. Things with Nate don’t make sense, and he’s certainly not a pragmatic choice, but even so, it feels right. Maybe he’s not the right guy for my entire life, but he could be the right guy for right now. For this small phase in my life, Nate might be the perfect person.

  My heart skips a beat when I recall what he said about how he can teach me things. I want that. I want him to guide me into more experiences like the one we just shared. I felt so safe with him. I was so certain he was going to take care of me. I never thought I would skip a condom, but with Nate, it made sense. I calculated my dates, and I just wanted him so badly.

  After our first time, I didn’t think it could get any better. Then tonight, it was better. It makes me giddy to think of what else is out there. What else can Nate show me?

  And in a way, it’s really hot that we’ll have this secret hook-up situation. I don’t feel used or exploited, since clearly Nate takes my feelings into account and wants me to be honest and communicative. At the same time, his priority is clearly going with the flow and doing what makes us feel good. I can get on board with that. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t have to be uptight and the perfect planner all the time. I can enjoy a few weeks of scandalous hook-ups with my landlord.

  Just then, Nate walks out of the bathroom. He crosses towards me, and I look up at him, a smile on my face.

  “Dinner?” he asks. “What do you feel like?”

  I shrug. “I only have pasta and soup here, but we could order in?”

  Nate nods. “Burgers and fries?”

  At that moment, a burger sounds absolutely divine. I didn’t realize how hungry sex could make me. “Yes! And a chocolate milkshake.”

  Nate grins. He leans down and kisses me hard on the lips. “Great, I’ll order.”

  He disappears into the living room and returns with his phone. He places the order, and then we sit on the bed and chat about random little things. He tells me about a project he’s working on, and I tell him about my classes.

  When the food arrives, Nate and I move to the living room, and we eat on the couch. I feel so free and full, in more ways than one.

  Nate helps clean up and then takes out the trash. He comes right back though.

  “How are you feeling?” he asks. “Not freaking out again?”

  I roll my eyes. “I didn’t freak out, it just took me a second to adjust.”

  I sit back on the couch. He sits down next to me and tugs my legs so that they’re lying across his laps. It’s so easy and comfortable. I wonder if it’s always this easy with someone you’re having sex with, or if it’s just Nate.

  I banish that line of questioning from my head. I don’t want to think about having sex with anyone other than Nate. Not right now.

  I lean my head against his shoulder. “It’s just a little scary, going from having no sex to having sex all of a sudden. And with you, of all people.”

  “Of all people?” Nate wraps his arm around me. “What does that mean?”

  “Just that you’re the guy I had a crush on,” I say. “Not the guy I actually thought something could happen with.”

  Nate laughs. “I thought I didn’t stand a chance with you.”

  “Well, here we are.” My cheeks burn. It’s still crazy to me that while I was crushing on him, he was harboring feelings as well.

  “Did you like what we just did?” he asks.

  I smile and tip my head back to look up at him. I graze his beard with my finger. “Yes, couldn’t you tell?”

  “I just wanted to check.” Nate shrugs. “I know it’s all new for you.”

  I nod. “Th
ank you for checking.”

  We sit like that, content to just cuddle for a while.

  Eventually, my eyelids get heaving and my head begins to droop. Nate senses this, and he carries me into the bedroom. He pulls aside my duvet and sets me in bed. For a second, I think he’s going to leave, and I’m surprised by the pang of sadness this thought causes.

  Then, my worries are calmed when Nate climbs into the bed next to me. His large body occupies the space behind me, and I find myself pulled into his warmth. It’s so nice to feel his firm chest at my back that I wonder how I ever slept any other way.

  I know this can’t last forever. I graduate in a matter of weeks.

  But now that I’ve had a taste of Nate – more than a taste – I know I’ll want more. And that’s ok. I’ve come to terms with my desires not being exactly practical in this one instance.

  All I know is I can’t just forget him and move forward as if nothing happened like I thought I could earlier. No, Nate has awoken a thirst in me that I can’t deny.

  And I’ll keep seeing him until that thirst has been quenched.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Nate

  I wake up just after dawn. I’ve always been an early riser, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been this happy to open my eyes to the sunlight.

  Cynthia is a warm bundle that fits perfectly in my arms.

  I lie still for a while, just listening to her steady inhale and exhale. I’m at peace with everything that was said last night. I made my position clear, and she was able to admit her own feelings. We’re both on the same page now. We’re going to see where this goes and just enjoy our time together.

  I feel a twinge of regret. I’m starting to know where I want this to go, and I’m pretty sure I don’t want it to end in a few weeks when she graduates.

  It’s too soon to say that. Cynthia needs to figure out what she wants from me. We can take this one day at a time. And if she wants to just hook-up and then part ways, I can accept that. I’ll have to accept it. If it’s what she really wants.

  I slowly extricate myself from the bed, careful not to jostle her too much. She lets out a small humming sound, but stays asleep, her face pressed into the pillow and her dark hair spilling out over the bed sheets.