Chapter 11

Heather

Daddy leads me up the path to his villa, between two lines of hedges, which shield it from the beach. It’s private, quiet, and already, my pulse races. We’re alone here and this is as close as we’ve come to actual privacy.

What if he wants us to take off our masks? Will I hesitate? Now that it comes down to it, I’m not one hundred percent sure I’ll rip it off and reveal myself to him. What if he doesn’t like the way I look underneath?

Daddy opens the front door of the villa, then steps back for me to enter.

I do and gasp at the size of the place. Floor-to-ceiling windows look out on a wraparound porch and a view of the ocean, shielded only by palm trees here or there. The living room is spacious and the furniture simplistic, white sofas on hardwood floors, cream-colored walls, no TV.

“Take a seat,” he says. “Can I get you something to drink?’

I stroll to one of the sofas and lower myself onto it. “I’m not sure. What time is it? The party this evening –”

“We don’t have to go to that,” he says, and shuts the front door. He locks it, too, and a thrill chases up my spine.

“We don’t.”

“No. The only reason I’d go is to see you and you’re already here.” He walks to the sofa and sits down beside me, places his strong, tan hand on my bare thigh and squeezes, gently. “This afternoon was phenomenal. I’ve never come like that in my life.”

I lose my breath.

“There’s something about you,” he says. “Something that drives my body wild. It’s new to me.”

“Me, too,” I whisper. He’s close enough to taste again, and he slides his hand up my thigh to the hem of my dress. “I can’t think when I’m around you.”

He smiles, a slow twist of those lips, the same ones that have tasted and kissed my lips and my pussy. “You don’t need to think about anything,” he says. “Just relax.” His fingers creep beneath my dress and toward my bare skin.

I haven’t bothered putting on underwear. I figured this would happen again, hoped for it, actually.

Our masks are still on and I don’t ask to remove them. It’s against the rules, sure, but butterflies bounce around in my stomach.

“I loved tasting your cunt,” he says.

My breath catches in my chest, and arousal floods me, starts in my solar plexus and radiates outward, washing through me in seconds. “It’s not fair,” I manage.

“What?” His fingers reach higher, to the crease between my thigh and the shaven mound awaiting him again.

“You’ve had me,” I say, and swallow, work up the courage. “But I haven’t had you.”

His bright blue eyes flash, and he releases me, settling back against the sofa cushions. “You can have whatever you want,” he says, and unzips his pants. He pulls them down and exposes himself.

Already hard, but not dripping yet. I can remedy that.

I scooch around on the sofa and get on my hands and knees beside him.

He watches me, head cocked to one side, his plain white mask disguising the parts of his face I’d love to see. I want to know this man, but I can’t. I’ll settle for tasting him.

I grasp his dick and bring myself even closer, bend toward him, sticking my ass in the air. The bottom of my dress creeps up and cold air washes over my pussy lips.

Daddy reaches around and spanks me once, twice. “What are you waiting for?”

I take him into my mouth and suck gently, use my tongue to circle the ridge around his head.

He growls and I slurp up the first drops of his pre-cum, spread them on my tongue. He tastes good, like clean skin and a little salt. I want more of him, more of that addictive essence.

“Wait,” he says, lifting my chin with a finger. I look into his eyes. “Yeah, just like that. Spit in your hand. Work my shaft with it.”

I do as I’m told, spit in my hand and slide it up and down the thick length of his cock. It’s better this way. There’s not a chance I’ll get all of it in my mouth. I clamp my lips around his head again and move in time with the beat of my strokes.

Daddy grasps a handful of my hair, the other hand rests behind his head. He closes his eyes.

I suck hard and pop free, and he jerks a little, bumps the corner of his mask. It slips a little and I continue sucking, watching him, eager for another glimpse of skin. If it comes off, I’ll have a face to remember when I’m back at Columbia.

I go deep this time and gag a little on his dick.

He jerks again and this time, the masks slips down and exposes the left half of his face. The closed eye, a strong, sharp nose. My insides turn to ice; recognition stalls my movements.

Daddy is… oh, my god. Daddy is Nicholas Bennett.

I’m sucking off my ex-boyfriend’s father. The same man I crushed on during my relationship, felt guilty about and shoved out of my thoughts, was the man who’d buried his tongue in my pussy and squirted cum all over it after.

“Oh, god,” I say. “Your mask.”

He opens those crystal blue eyes and feels for it. Fixes it back in place. “Wouldn’t want to break the rules,” he says, casually. He has no idea who I am.

God, what will he do if he finds out? I was his son’s girlfriend.

“What are you doing?” Nicholas asks.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

“Huh?”

“Keep going,” he says, and gestures to his dick. My hand’s still wrapped around it and it’s wet with my spit.

Slowly, I move forward again, place my lips around his head and suck. It feels so dirty, so wrong. He’s my ex’s father, and he tastes so fucking good I could cry. Every fantasy I’ve had about him—they were much tamer than the truth of our connection—screams back into my mind.

I suck harder, lick and work my tongue around his head, focus on the sensitive spout where the ridges meet. I want to taste my ex’s father’s cum. I want to drink it up.

Nicholas Bennett is the fantasy I’ve harbored for an entire year, and now he’s in my grasp.

“Yeah.” He nods. “That’s right.”

“Come for me, Daddy,” I say. “I want to taste your cum.”

He jerks his head downward and skewers me with a stare. “Not before you come,” he replies, then grips my wrist.

We shift around on the sofa, so that he’s lying flat on his back. I crawl onto his body, my mouth at his dick and my dripping pussy just above his face. Nicholas, oh my god, it’s Nicholas. I still can’t reconcile the truth, and I can’t stop either.

He’s already claimed me as his and I want it to stay that way.

“Sit on my face,” he says, and takes hold of both my ass cheeks. He pulls me toward him and his tongue dances over my clit, collects my wetness, spreads it over my pussy again. “Fuck, you’re almost there, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

He slaps my ass hard, follows it up with a kiss on my pussy lips. “Suck me.”

I dive in again and take his throbbing length into my mouth, as much of it as I can fit. We settle into a rhythm, him eating me, slurping and grunting at the taste, and me moaning around his dick.

Shocks of pleasure streak through my core, and I work my pussy on his face, back and forth, brushing my lips against his tongue.

“That’s right,” he says. “Just like that, naughty girl. You’re mine.”

“Oh, god, Daddy,” I hiss.

“You like that? You like hearing that?” he asks between sucks and kisses.

I gag on his cock. “Uh-huh,” I manage. His taste is a drug to me now. My jaw aches but I’m loving every second of this. Nicholas Bennett is between my lips. I can’t get over it.

“Good. You’re mine. You’re my girl.”

I tense up and rock against his face, overwhelmed by the urge to break into pieces.

“Keep sucking,” he commands.

And I do, suck and lick, drag out more pleasure from him, even as I crest the rise to my climax. I’m going to come harder than I have before, simply because it’s him.

My orgasm awakens every inch of me. Every cell is electrified by the white-hot purity pulsing in my core. I cry out but bite my lip to keep from screaming out his real name and giving the game away.

His dick thickens between my lips. I work his shaft even as I spasm against him, and I’m rewarded by the first spurt of his cum. It hits the back of my throat and I drink it up. A second, a third, a fourth, he jams into my mouth, growling low, lips against my clit. I take everything he has to offer, every drop.

And after it’s all down, I crawl forward off his body, and sit down neatly on the sofa. The realization hits home again, but this time it’s without the hot sex to distract me from the truth.

I’ve just fucked and sucked my ex-boyfriend’s father.