CHAPTER TEN
Tristan
I lay in bed, restless, re-playing the scene in my head. Why the fuck had Daisy been out on the town? She’d been so fucking gorgeous in that red dress, every male head in the bar had swiveled at her entrance watching that female flesh jiggle and sway as she sashayed in. She was so entrancing, so nubile, and so fucking young.
My hard-on grew just watching her across the room. The brunette was gorgeous, those brown suede boots caressing her calves, the juicy curve of her thigh outlined beneath the red fabric. Down boy! I growled at myself. We’re out in public, you don’t want to be parading a stiffie in front of the wrong crowd.
But just the sight of Daisy had been too much and my pole inevitably became rock solid, hard and stiff in her presence. Unfortunately, Lydia had noticed as well.
“Is that for me?” she simpered and giggled, eyeing my crotch lasciviously.
I said nothing, choosing to ignore her. As smoothly as possible, I edged out of my suit jacket, draping it over my groin area discreetly. No need for people to notice my hard-on, keeping it covered was paramount given that we were surrounded by the cream of society at the moment, Upper East Siders with sharp eyes and loose tongues. Shit, wasn’t that Mayor Kane over in the corner? I nodded slightly, acknowledging the small man and his coterie, always in tune to the power elite.
But it was time to beat feet, I’d had enough of the bullshit with the blonde, enough catering to Lydia and her whiny ways.
“Come on,” I ground out, standing up while making sure to keep my groin covered. “Let’s go.”
The blonde was more than happy, thinking that she was going to get a taste of my dong finally. She wrapped her arm around mine companionably, leaning close to my ear and whispering. I held myself still although creepy-crawlies were running up and down my spine from her presence.
“You really do want to get that PrettyGirl deal done, don’t you?” she murmured slyly into my ear. “Paramount really has you scared don’t they?”
She was referring to the upcoming auction for PrettyGirl magazine, a girlie mag that had hit the rocks recently. As a conglomerate, Marks Holdings has interests in several publications, from family and lifestyle magazines such as Michaels Living, to straight news outlets like World News, World Report and U.S. Global. More importantly, we’ve been looking to expand the “laddie mag” part of our reach because the 30-55 men’s demographic is so powerful, with a sizable chunk of disposable income and leisure time. So the acquisition of PrettyGirl was something Marks Holdings was definitely interested in and as its CEO, I was already sniffing out angles, sussing out the best way to make a deal.
Unfortunately, Lydia’s company was likely a key player in the sale of the magazine. She was the head of Business Development at Blue Stone Media and we’d likely be bidding together for the asset, putting together a deal that would beat the other parties at the auction, making our offer too good to turn down.
And so I had to respond civilly without giving anything away.
“Paramount’s putting together a bid, sure,” I said casually, “but nothing we can’t match.”
The blonde tittered.
“Anything specific you’re throwing in the pot?” she asked, throwing me a sideways look. “Anything you want me to mention?”
And this was exactly the reason why I was careful around the bitch. Lydia had a straight path to her boss at Blue Stone and was likely sleeping with the douche, mentioning all sorts of business tidbits as pillow talk. So I leaned in close and ground out, “Yeah, tell Dean we’re probably going to black out the retirement accounts.”
Lydia just giggled upon hearing it.
“Oh Tristan, you’re so bad!” she exclaimed, her thin frame shaking. “That’s so wrong, you’re going to run into a ton of ERISA regulations, it’ll make the lawyers so mad!”
I nodded, my face like granite, giving nothing away.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said smoothly. “We got it covered.”
Because I was merely throwing bait at her, red herring to lead Blue Stone astray. It was totally wrong information, we’d be idiots to mess with the maze of retirement accounts, take away the hard-earned cash of folks who’d worked years for PrettyGirl. Sure it was a girlie mag but it was a real company too with secretaries, administrative staff, receptionists, hard-working folks who’d been there their entire careers. Messing with their retirement accounts was like playing with fire and there was no way Marks Holdings was going to risk going afoul of the law.
But Blue Stone didn’t have to know and so I merely leaned in closer, almost brushing Lydia’s ear with my lips.
“They’ll never know,” I ground out. “They’ll take it up the ass and thank me for it.”
At that, Lydia giggled even harder, her laughs becoming rapacious shrieks. The blonde really was a piece of work, entertained by the thought of hard-working Americans losing their retirement benefits in a series of mysterious corporate transfers. I detested the woman, cold snake that she was, but was careful to let none of my distaste show.
“Oh Tristan,” she cooed. “I love how you’re so heartless, you’re so fucking mean,” she said breathily. “Now I really have to have you,” she winked. I had no intention of sleeping with her, of partaking in any physical contact with the skinny viper but I went along with the charade in order to get out of the Carlyle that much faster.
“After you,” I jerked my head, making like I was so turned on by the mix of her evil charm that I’d erupt at any moment. “Let’s go,” I ground out, standing, my dark presence looming above the small table. But on our way out, we had to pass by the giggling group of girls seated by the door.
“Daisy,” I said harshly, taking in the scene. What was wrong with these high school girls? Every single one of them was done up to the nines, dressed like they were twenty-five year old socialites with faces full of make-up and four-inch heels. What happened to innocent, sweet and demure?
But my ward merely nodded at me, saying nothing but a slight, “Hi Tristan.” It was almost as if she couldn’t look at me, not really, her lips trembling slightly, eyes wide as she gazed around the bar, blinking quickly. Was it my imagination or did I see a slight tremor to her chin as well? Must have been my imagination because she swallowed heavily then, turning to me with bright eyes, too bright really.
“See you at home,” she said loudly before turning away again, feigning interest in the drink menu, her brow scrunching as she perused the fine print in the dim light.
And I merely growled. Lydia and a blonde at the table exchanged some words, but I wasn’t following it, it was of no interest to me, the brunette was my focal point, the only thing that mattered in this situation. But I didn’t want to seem overly invested and so strode outside, putting an end to the interaction.
And after entering the car, my thoughts still swirled. Why was this particular girl so entrancing to me? It was Daisy’s body sure, but so much more as well. It was the way she bit her lip when she saw me, almost unsure whether to say hello. It was the way we both knew we were playing with fire, the guardian / ward relationship taboo and yet so illicit, fucking arousing, out in front of a bunch of people. It was everything about her, come to think of it.
So I got rid of Lydia stat, dropping off the blonde kicking and screaming at her apartment building, thinking only of the video of Daisy on my computer, how eager I was to watch it in the privacy of my room, my dick out as I worked the pole, my little brunette moaning on screen as I pulled myself to orgasm.
But Lydia’s voice interrupted again as we pulled up to her building.
“Sure you don’t want to come up?” she breathed, pushing her chest out at me. Little did she know but those measly A’s were like dried pieces of prune, nothing that I wanted to taste.
“Naw,” I drawled, still thinking about the video. God, I loved that one segment when Daisy pulled her pussy lips wide, letting me see straight up her snatch. I’d rewound multiple times, pausing right when the camera caught her open slit, panting, groaning as I visually devoured her pulsing ruby red.
And Lydia, for once, gave up sooner rather than later.
“Fine,” she huffed, throwing herself out of the car. “Dean still wants this, I can get it anywhere,” she boasted.
I just shook my head. This bitch was so unreal, talking about another man in front of me as though I gave two shits. And what was even worse was that Dean was her boss, she was openly admitting she was sleeping with the guy who signed her paychecks.
“Tell Dean hello,” I said mildly as the door slammed, shutting out her angry face, and sat back as the car pulled away from the curb.
“Home,” I growled. And the silence was a blessing after that trying experience, too long in the company of someone I found fucking annoying and distasteful, a gnat constantly buzzing around my ears.
So I practically ran up the stairs to flick on my laptop, clicking on the Daisy icon, watching avidly as the little brunette enacted the scene in the bathroom again, caressing herself to heaven, moaning as I rubbed one out, my eyes glued to the screen. Fuck! She had a hold on me.
But now hours later as I lay in bed, it still wasn’t enough. Sure, I’d come like a geyser, my seed splashing everywhere, drenching the laptop, my hand fucking wet with pulsing goo, dripping with the evidence of my lust. And after cleaning up, I’d switched off the light and forced myself to lie in the dark, my body sated momentarily, mind a haze of pleasure and satisfaction. Fuck, the brunette was enough to transport me out of my body without even being there in the flesh, she was that good, that tasty, so illicitly luscious and delectable.
But the hours ticked by and my mind refused to switch off. Instead, all I could think about was the beautiful girl, the way she walked, the way she looked at me, those big brown eyes, the pouty, kissable lips. I tossed and turned, berating myself, forcing myself to count sheep, count backwards, count anything.
But Daisy was like a haze in my brain and against my better judgment, I got out of bed, throwing the covers off, swinging my long legs over the edge.
Like a man in a trance I stepped into the hallway, casting a massive shadow into the hall. I almost stopped then, coming to my senses. What the fuck was I thinking? Was I really going to make my way to my little ward’s room, look in on her?
And like a madman telling himself lies, the voice in my head switched on. It’s just to make sure she got home okay, it reassured me. The girls weren’t having virgin drinks like they claimed, that shit was hard core liquor, no telling if Daisy was okay. Better make sure she’s asleep in her bed.
And so against my better judgment, I made my way down the hall, across the sitting room, through the kitchen to the other end of the house. The fucking mansion was so huge that we were in separate wings, but even the five minute walk wasn’t enough to knock some sense into my head.
Because now that I was here, standing in front of her closed door, I just wanted her even more. My body was on fire now, dick stiff and throbbing, making my pajama pants tent. My chest was bare, pecs tense, abs coiled and tight. Fuck! What was I thinking?
But my hand reached out as if in a dream and slowly, so slowly, turned the knob of the door. I couldn’t see much in the darkness and stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly behind my massive form. Degree by degree, my eyes adjusted and I saw what I’d come to see. The girl was lying in bed, breathing peacefully, her expression serene, relaxed in slumber, and oh so fucking beautiful.
Daisy was wearing nothing but a tiny tank top, a pair of cotton panties and knee high socks, having kicked her way out of her blankets. The tank top was almost translucent and I could see the darkness of her areola through the thin cotton fabric, the soft curves full and juicy. And her panties? They were the tiniest wisp of nothing, just a bit of pink and white lying gently against her cunt lips, outlining the plushy lips. If I stared, I could see a shadow right at her hole, a darkness there, a wet patch. Oh god, could it be? Was the little girl creaming in her sleep, dreaming of dick? Hopefully my dick?
And as if in answer, the girl sighed then, shifting slightly and moaned a bit.
“Tristan,” she murmured, moving restlessly, legs shifting oh so slightly, moving apart to give me a better view of her crotch. “Tristan,” she murmured again.
And fuck yeah, it was on. The girl was dreaming of me and I watched with avid eyes as a wet spot grew on her panties, soaking the fabric. And never a shy pansy, I sprang into action. I had to see it up close, feel it for myself. Slowly, I prowled forward, big frame silent, looming in the darkness.
As if on cue, the girl’s eyes popped open but she didn’t say anything at first, merely looking at me, caramel eyes wide, almost as if she’d expected me to be there.
“Baby,” I growled. “I stopped by to make sure you were okay, that you got home okay.”
The girl bit her lip, considering. This was clearly a stretch of the truth. I’d never been in her room, had never checked up on her before in the past. Was Daisy going to buy it?
Evidently not because the brunette shook her head.
“You could have called,” she said, closing her knees and sitting up in bed, throwing her brown curls over her back. Damn, she was probably referring to the in-house phone we had, used to reach each other in the huge mansion.
“That’s right, I could have,” I said slowly, “but I wanted to make sure with my own eyes.”
The brunette bit her lip, looking at me still. And taking a deep breath, she asked, “Who was that woman you were with?”
My instincts clicked in place, a sudden jolt running through my frame. Was the little girl jealous? That was the only explanation for the sudden shift in the atmosphere. And oh god, but it made me happy.
“Why?” I drawled, a smile running over my face. “You interested in getting to know her?”
But the little brunette wouldn’t give up, instead pulling her knees up to her chin, shaking her head stubbornly. “No, just wondering,” she said, chin firm. “Who was that?”
And I sighed in the darkness. I was here, in my ward’s room at midnight, both of us half-naked and we had to talk about this? A real conversation, now of all times, when I’d stalked her in her room? But I shook my head.
“Lydia’s a business acquaintance, nothing else,” I ground out. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
But the little beauty refused to give in, expression tight.
“She wasn’t just an acquaintance, acquaintances don’t act like that, especially not business ones. I’m not dumb, Tristan, I have eyes just like anyone else. I know she was something more.”
And I had to give the girl credit for not taking things lying down.
“Okay fine,” I ground out. “Lydia’s someone I dated a long time ago, and just so you know how long ago, it’s from long before you moved back to New Jersey. Lydia and I went out a couple times but it’s all over now. Has been for a long time,” I shrugged.
But the brunette eyed me suspiciously still.
“Then why was she all over you at the Carlyle? If it’s all over, why was she hanging on you like a jungle vine? Like,” and here she paused, chin trembling, “like you belonged to her!”
And now I realized the extent of my little girl’s despair. Daisy couldn’t stand the fact that there might be another woman in the picture, another woman with ownership rights. But what did she expect? I was an adult male with ravenous appetites, I’d dated plenty of women, fucked many a model and actress.
So I set her straight. Slowly, I sat down on the edge of her bed, the twin sagging under my bulk.
“Daisy, you know I’m your guardian so I don’t owe you any answers. In fact, I’m not even legally your guardian anymore, so I doubly don’t answer to you. But in the interests of being open,” I ground out, “No, I’m not dating that woman. I don’t belong to any woman although I could. I’ve been around for decades now baby, I’m no virgin.”
That startled the brunette.
“No Tristan, I wasn’t implying that,” she said quickly, breasts rising ever so slightly. “I just wanted to know …”
“You wanted to know my relationship status?” I asked, eyebrow raised.
And slowly, biting her lip, she nodded.
“Well you can ask if you’re so curious,” I said casually. “Because the answer is that I’m not fucking anyone currently. I could be, I could have a couple girlfriends, a couple mistresses housed all over the city, but I don’t. Most nights,” I said shrugging, “I come home and sleep alone. If you need proof, you’re welcome to check up on me if you like.”
And that startled the brunette again. Like me, it had never occurred to her that there was tit for tat, that she could wander to my side of the house for a jaunt. I nodded, eyes gleaming.
“Come over sometime,” I invited, holding my hands out. “Come and see what’s going on in the east wing of the estate.”
And there was silence for a moment as the girl considered.
“Okay, maybe I will,” she considered, her body language relaxing a bit. “Just when I saw the blonde with you, the way she was hanging onto you, I figured …”
“I know what you figured,” I rumbled. “But don’t jump to conclusions, don’t believe everything you see. A man of power, everyone wants to think they have a piece of me, be associated with me.”
And Daisy bit her lip again while thinking, relaxing a bit so that she was sitting Indian-style on her bed.
“But Tristan, that still doesn’t explain why you’re here,” she said softly. “Like I said, you could have called.”
And I was ready this time.
“I could have,” I agreed, nodding, “but I wanted to make sure you were okay. You weren’t drinking virgin cocktails were you?”
And the brunette began to protest before thinking better of it. Slowly, she shook her head.
“No, they weren’t virgin,” she acknowledged softly. “They had alcohol in them.”
I frowned momentarily.
“How much did you have?” I growled. “Let me smell your breath.”
And she squealed.
“Mr. Marks I had barely any and besides, I already brushed my teeth,” she giggled. “No way you’re going to be able to tell how many drinks I had from sniffing my breath.”
I mock-frowned at her then.
“Try me,” I growled leaning in close. Oh god, I almost died right there, I was so close to Daisy’s luscious curves, her boobs and cunt shielded only by the thinnest of cotton, her hotness so close, so tantalizing.
But I wanted closer still and so I leaned forward without touching her until our faces were only inches apart, big brown eyes gazing wide-eyed into mine.
“Breathe baby,” I rumbled. “Let Mr. Marks get a whiff.”
And she smiled a little before slowly inhaling and letting out a sweet exhale my way. It was all peppermint, the clean scent of toothpaste, everything minty, delicious and naughty mixed in together. And slowly, I leaned forward until our lips touched, the soft rosebud pressed against mine.
“Baby,” I murmured against her pout, “Open for me.”
And Daisy did then, parting that pink plushness so that I could plunder the inside of her mouth. She was so hot, so willing, so warm and wet that I almost erupted right then, tasting the inside of her sweet kiss. I took everything I was feeling, how much I adored her luscious curves, how much I loved that sassy personality, and put it all into the kiss, pulling her closer, a big hand under her chin, tilting her head so that I could get in deeper, pouring my heart out into our connection.
And the little brunette seemed to enjoy it, nestling against me, pressing her lush curves against my chest, almost sitting in my lap as we locked lips, her arms linking around my back to stroke my hard muscles, my arousal evident in the tension.
“Oh Tristan,” she sighed into my mouth. “You taste wonderful.”
And that sent me over the edge, animal instincts on fire, body hard, raging with lust. But this was a nubile, innocent eighteen year-old and I had to treat her differently, show respect for her inexperience, induct her gradually into the ways of men and women.
“Baby,” I rumbled into her mouth. “Tell me … are you a virgin?”
And here, Daisy broke off the kiss, leaning back in my lap to look deeply into my eyes, biting her lips before nodding slowly.
“Yes Mr. Marks, I am,” she murmured, looking up shyly through her lashes. “So go slow, okay?”
And I groaned deep in my chest, pulling her close, gathering those soft curves near. I almost spurted when her chest pressed against me, those big boobies so luscious, her twat so close I could feel the steamy heat against my groin. But I had to take care, show how much I valued her.
“Honey,” I ground out. “I’m going to take your virginity but not tonight okay? Too much has happened tonight, I’m going to save it for another time.”
“Another time?” she asked, puzzled, chewing on her lip again. “When?”
And I chuckled. The little girl was eager, ready, but I wanted to prolong the excitement, get to know her body, pet it a little, play with it before burying myself deep. So I breathed into her mouth again.
“Remember when I said you could visit me?” I rumbled against her lips. “Well you can come to Daddy’s wing whenever you like. But tonight’s special. I’m just going to play with you a bit, maybe even come in you, but I’m not going to break that little hymen.”
And here the girl’s breath caught quickly.
“You can come in me without breaking my hymen?” she breathed, scandalized. “I didn’t know that was possible.”
And I chuckled, growled low in my throat.
“That’s because you’ve been playing with boys,” I ground out. “A real man is able to control himself. It means that I’m going to push inside you baby, but just the tip, just to get a little taste of that sweet snatch. Does that sound good to you? Does that sound like something you’d like to try?”
And the little girl hesitated, biting her lip again.
“Will it hurt Mr. Marks?” she murmured softly, looking deeply into my eyes. “I heard it hurts, will it?”
And I almost erupted again, her naiveté so sweet, so alluring.
“No baby, not tonight. When I break your hymen, push in all the way, it might sting just a little, but tonight it won’t. Tonight I’m just going to make you feel good, give a little twat an appetizer.”
And the girl let out a small sigh, smiling softly.
“Okay, I’m just afraid of the pain,” she confessed softly. “You understand, don’t you? Because everyone says it hurts.” By now, she was all the way in my lap, flush against me, our faces merely inches apart as we conversed. I squeezed her ass reassuringly.
“Of course I get it honey, but I’m not going to make you hurt tonight, in fact, I promise I won’t hurt you ever, okay Daisy? Little girl you’re going to love it.”
And with that, it was on. It took all my control not to rip off those panties and bury myself to the hilt in her in one fast fuck, but I made myself hold back, to show restraint. Slowly, I lifted the girl out of my lap and lay her on the bed like a treasured jewel.
“Lie back baby,” I assured, dropping a soft kiss on the tip of her mouth. “Mr. Marks wants to see first. Pull your panties to the side.”
And the little girl smiled up at me coyly before slipping a hand down to the crotch of the white cotton.
“Like this?” she asked innocently, pulling aside the soft fabric, hooking the cotton around her finger so that her pussy was revealed, pink lips so beautiful, so lush and puffy that my dick jerked and pulsed, the tip leaking wetly.
“Just like that,” I rumbled, kneeling above her. Slowly, oh so slowly, so as not to startle her, I reached down and pulled my cock out, the massive length bared to her startled eyes under the moonlight. She inhaled deeply, gasping.
“Oh my god, is that going in me?” she squeaked, slightly panicked. “Will it fit?”
And I knew why she was nervous. My dick at full staff is ten inches, ten inches of pure glory, veined, huge, monstrous even, the root as wide as her wrist, a thing of power, fury, and pure pleasure. Even for the initiated it can be a tough sell and for the uninitiated, the virgins of the world? Oh yeah, it was a tight fit, to put it euphemistically.
But I merely gave the brunette another reassuring kiss, capturing her mouth in mine.
“Not tonight honey, I’m not going to go all the way tonight. I’m just going to put it in a little bit, it won’t hurt at all,” I promised.
And Daisy kissed me back, twisting her hips slightly so that her legs fell open even wider, that pink, nubile snatch open, labia gleaming, glossy and so plush.
“Try it then Mr. Marks,” she breathed. “Put it in.”
The invitation was a clear go but I didn’t take her up on it right away. Instead, dick in hand, I rubbed that fat member up against that wet slit, letting her pussy sample cock for the first time, the hardness of a man teasing her wet spot.
“Mmm,” she mewled, tossing her head on the pillow. “Mmm, mmm!” she cried, spreading her legs wider. God, she was so wild, so exciting that I had to pinch the tip of my cock to keep from erupting.
“Baby, Daddy’s going to circle your button, have you played with yourself before?” I rumbled, my abs hard as I leaned over her.
And her eyes flew open.
“I have played with myself,” she confessed, “multiple times. And Mr. Marks, I think of you when I do,” she added sweetly.
That shot me over the edge, I was fucking hard as a hammer then.
“What do you fantasize about specifically?” I growled, still tracing the head of my dick up and down her pussy lips. “Tell me.” The helmet was now so wet with a mix of my pre-cum and her cream that it glistened in the moonlight, bulging, aroused.
Here, Daisy flushed naughtily. “Oh all sorts of things,” she colored. “Lots of stuff.” I wanted to press her for more, my curiosity piqued at what a virgin could possibly fantasize about, but I couldn’t wait. Instead, I took my cockhead in hand and rubbed it around her clit, tracing it in circles around her throbbing nub, rubbing my glans against her base, teasing the virgin.
“Oohhhh,” she moaned, tossing her head. “Oh yes!”
And I growled, continuing my ministrations. I slid my dick down to her hole, catching some of her cream on my glans before trailing back up to her clit, massaging it again with my penis, caressing it with my shaft.
“Oh oh oh!” she squealed, loving every second, twisting and shifting her hips. And the girl was so hungry that with a swift jerk of her pelvis, she caught the head of my fuckpole in her, just a half inch slid into that hot vag.
“Mmm!” she squealed. And I couldn’t resist anymore. Bracing myself above her on my elbows, chest hard, face tense, trying hard not to lose control, I sank into her soft snatch another inch.
Breathing like a madman, I looked down at Daisy.
“Feel good, baby girl?” I ground out, slashes of heat across my cheekbones. And the brunette merely twisted against me, nipples brushing across mine, her soft, sweet snatch wet, willing, so tight around my cock it took all of my self-control not to plunge deeper, to envelop myself in her heat.
“Oh yes, Mr. Marks,” she murmured. “Feels good, keep going.”
And I growled then, slowly oh so slowly pressing my hips forward so that my cock slid forward another inch, careful to stop when I came up against an elastic barrier.
“You feel that baby?” I panted into her ear. “You feel that? That’s Mr. Marks touching your virginity.” And the girl merely inhaled deeply, pressing her big boobs against me, nips pointy and rock hard against my chest.
“Let go then, Tristan,” she breathed. “Let go in me, splash me with your cum.”
And that was all it took. My balls swelled, high and tight already, the orgasm rushing from deep inside my base to come pouring out the tip, hot seed flowing into her channel, giving that sweet kitty its first taste of male cum. Jet after jet of virile white erupted into her, my dick pulsing ecstatically from the excitement.
“FUUUCK!” I roared, “Fuck fuck fuck!” I grunted, neck straining, chest hard even as my cock jerked and snapped, hot jism flowing like lava. And the naughtiness of what we were doing, the wrongness of it all, made Daisy come too. Her little pussy twitched and spasmed, clamping down so furiously on my dick I thought it might break, shivers running through her body as her hands clasped my back, clawing at the hard muscles, moaning and writhing beneath me.
“Daddy!” she gasped into my mouth. “Oh oh oh!”
And it was more than enough to make me come again, copious streams of hot jizz pulsing, spraying her hymen, flooding her little twat with everything I had. It was so fucking good my brain positively sizzled, my spine ramrod straight as I panted and heaved, body shaking out of control, desperately trying to show some modicum of restraint given that I’d just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.
And after it was all over, our breathing calmer, the mewls and sighs abating, my mind caved. I lowered myself until I was next to her on that narrow twin bed, hulking shoulders released of tension, huge frame drenched in sweat, wrung out and spent.
Daisy giggled, murmuring against my throat.
“Daddy, that was fun,” she said, her voice muffled, curvaceous body plastered against mine once more. “What’s next?”
And I grunted, more a moan than a real laugh.
“Little girl, we still have a long ways to go,” I growled, running my hand up and down her back. The brunette’s tank top was still on but her breasts had fallen out of the low vee and I caressed one now, squeezing the heft, playing slightly with her nip, teasing, rolling the pink nub with my big fingers.
Daisy caught her breath, inhaling hotly.
“Ohhh! When are we going to play next?” she breathed into my ear, tracing the tip with her tongue. “What are we going to play next?” It was so fucking good that I was ready to start again, right there.
But I merely slapped the little girl on the butt again before hoisting myself up.
“Tomorrow,” I promised darkly, looking deep into her eyes. “Mr. Marks is going to take care of you again tomorrow.”
And my ward giggled, looking up at me, expression open, trusting, the tip of her tongue niggling against her lips.
“Promise?” she said sweetly, leaning up for another kiss. “Do you promise?”
And I kissed her then, infusing it with everything I couldn’t say aloud, the illicitness of our relationship, the wrongness, the taboo aspect that was off-limits yet so tantalizing.
“I promise,” I breathed into her mouth. And I was making a promise … but of what exactly? My body? My mind, my heart? I had a feeling that my promises went much further than that, that somehow I was playing a far more dangerous game.