Scarlet
The morning after I’d succeeded in getting David to give in to his desires, I’d woken up to an empty bed. David had gone to work early, and I had been left to get some much needed studying done. That same day, Dr Mason turned up with some bullshit story about needing to take my blood to check my iron levels, but I knew the real reason—it was the same reason David had been struggling to keep me at arm’s length. Yesterday, I had overheard him on the phone when he thought I was in the shower. He was frustrated because he wanted to know what was taking the results so long.
Today, the mailman came, and since then, David has been hiding away in his study. He still hasn’t told me what my mum had revealed. A part of me thinks she only did it out of bitterness and revenge, but another part of me—a small, sick and twisted part—hopes she was telling the truth. Then, I would finally have the father I had always wanted. He could give me the love my “parents” failed to give me as a child. He could offer me everything I’ve been missing.
Getting frustrated with the amount of time he’s been in there, I walk up to his study door and knock. I hear his voice grunting on the other end, so I open the door. He’s sitting at his massive mahogany desk—which looks to cost as much as this house. He’s slumped over, head in hands with a drink of scotch neat in front of him. I look for the letter, but I can’t see it anywhere. I try to gauge what it is he’s feeling, but I can’t tell by his posture whether the news has been a relief or possibly the worst news he’s ever gotten.
“David?” I ask, walking over to where he’s sitting. I place a hand on his shoulder and he slumps back in his chair, offering me a small smile. I take that opportunity to position myself in between his legs before placing both hands on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine.” He doesn’t offer anything further, but I need to know.
“Are you my father?” I can’t possibly take the fucking pressure anymore.
He searches my eyes, shock written across his face. “How did you ...?”
“I overheard you on the phone with Dr Mason and put two and two together.” A total lie, I know, but he may think I’m sick if he knew I pursued him after just learning of the possibility.
“No,” he suddenly breathes out. “I’m not your father.”
I wait for the news to hit some sort of nerve—something that gets me angry or upset. I guess I thought the news may have put me off David, but for some reason, I am still here with my hands wrapped around his shoulders.
But, in his face, it’s clear that something is off. “Are you disappointed?”
He lets out a sarcastic chuckle. “After what’s happened between us, no.”
“What’s the problem then?”
He shakes his head with a tight smile. “Nothing. I guess the last few days have been trying. I was trying to deal with some demons. It’s not easy learning you may be the father of someone whom you’ve slept with—someone you continue to sleep with.”
“It was only that one time.”
He stares up to me offering a reprimanding look. “Scarlet, there shouldn’t have been any times. I crossed the line with you the other night when I knew it was a possibility. I shouldn’t have done that. I have no excuses for it. I guess I’m just a sick motherfucker.”
He looks down, so I squeeze his shoulders. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up over this. It wasn’t as if I left you any choice.”
He lifts his head up, smiling, but it’s still a little off. “I told you that you were hard to resist.” He pulls his chair forward and nestles his head on my stomach. He breathes deeply as I run my fingers through his hair. Something is troubling him still, but I can’t figure out what it is. Maybe he’s had bad news at work or something. I’m about to ask him what’s wrong when he suddenly lifts his head up from my stomach and looks at it before giving it a kiss. He places his hands possessively on my hips, drawing me into his face. After a beat, he looks up at my perplexed face. “I want to be a father.” He reaches his hand up, stroking my belly. “Please say you’ll keep this baby—let me be the father I’ve missed being all these years. I’m not asking you to love me. I’m just asking that you give me this.”
Something inside me bursts at his words and his touch. The protective hand he places on my belly has a fire igniting inside of me.
Could I do this? Could I accept his offer and stay with him after everything that’s happened in the past? Could I play happy families with the last person on earth I thought I would ever end up with?
This is so fucked up.
I knew David would help me, and I know he cares, but I always thought that if I stayed with him it would be for my own selfish reasons.
My mind wages war inside my head. I have to get my revenge on Reid—I just have to.
Taking his hand away from my belly, I kneel down until I’m face to face with him. I take his head in my hands and I draw him close to my lips, offering a small, seductive kiss.
“How can you want this with me?” I search his eyes for an answer.
“I know you need to get revenge on Reid, and I’m totally on board with that. All I ask is that you come home—once you’re done—and help me raise your child—our child. I don’t expect your commitment … only that you be with me and let me be a father.”
For the first time ever, I seem to be at a loss for words. My mind and body are having an all-out war. I shouldn’t want this. Being with David means being normal. It means bringing up a family and leading a normal, boring life.
But, then again, David and I aren’t normal.
I start thinking back to the other night when he gave into me so willingly knowing what could have been. I could have been his daughter, yet he slept with me.
An impish smile plays on my lips. I don’t know whether I could play this happy family shit, but I know right now how I feel.
“Okay,” I sigh, knowing that right now, I mean it.
Suddenly, David grabs me, pulling me in a tight embrace. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.” He kisses my cheek before pulling away. He looks so young now. You wouldn’t think he was forty. Leaving my mum was definitely the best decision he ever made.
“I’m rough around the edges and I don’t have a fucking clue as to how to be a mother. I—”
“Shh,” he says, taking my head in his hands this time. “I think you’re perfect—rough around the edges and all. I also think you will surprise yourself once you have this baby. But, even still, I am here. You won’t go without again. I promise you that. This house will be filled with nothing but love. There will be no one to fear in this house.”
Words like his should make me want to vomit, but for some reason, I can’t help the little spark I feel when he looks at me like that. It’s almost as if he’s seeing me for the very first time.
“I don’t deserve you,” I admit. And I mean it.
David chuckles. “Baby, after what you’ve been through in your life, you deserve to let someone take care of you.”
“Like a father should?”
“I’ll take care of you in any capacity you want me to.”
I smirk when dirty thoughts spring to mind. “So, you’re not my father?” He shakes his head. “But what if you were?” I snake my hands up the inside of his thigh. “Would you stop me from doing this?”
David’s breathing becomes shallow, and as I look down, I notice a distinct bulge in his trousers.
“Scarlet,” he warns, but I don’t stop. The fact that he’s warning me makes me want to take this further.
As I lean forward—close to touching his cock—I almost press my lips to his. He breathes heavily into my mouth, causing me to moan slightly. “Would you let me kiss you and call you Daddy?” I rub my hand over his hard shaft, and I marvel at David’s reaction. I watch as he closes his eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He doesn’t want to admit this, but I’m turning him on.
“Scarlet, stop,” he urges, but it’s a half-hearted attempt.
“If I were your daughter, would you let me take your cock out and suck it?”
On a growl, he says, “That’s enough.”
I carry on rubbing, and my pussy throbs at my own words and the reaction they’re creating. I know he’s getting frustrated now, but I can’t help pushing the limits.
“If I were your daughter, would you let me put your cock inside my wet pussy?”
Jolting up, he grabs my wrist, pulling me from his cock. “Scarlet, I said that’s enough!”
He’s angry because I’m making him feel things he doesn’t want to feel. But, it’s there.
And by fuck is it turning me on.
Grabbing his shirt, I crush him to my lips so violently, our teeth clash together. Soon after, I rip his shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere landing on the floor with a gentle thud. I don’t know what’s come over me. I feel like a wild animal that wants to be taken and taken raw.
“Fuck me!” I growl. “Tell me I’m a naughty, dirty girl who needs to be punished.”
A deep rumbling sound forms at the back of David’s throat. In quick succession, he hitches up my skirt, rips my knickers from my body and lifts me up onto his desk. “You’re a naughty, disobedient girl, and now I’m going to punish you. I’m going to fuck you till you scream.”
“Fuck, yes!” I shout, frantically trying to undo his belt and unzip his trousers. Once undone, I yank them down, along with his boxer shorts, but David takes over the rest. He holds me in place and puts his cock at my entrance. He stills for a moment, both of us breathless. I’m on a high, needing my fix, but all he does is stare into my eyes.
“You’re going to get it now,” he smirks, before shoving his cock deep inside me.
Throwing my head back, I scream, “Yes!” as David pounds himself into me over and over again. It’s like I’ve released the beast.
And boy am I celebrating the fact.
“Give me your mouth,” he orders, and I comply straight away, meshing my tongue with his. I’m breathless and on fire. Every thrust of his hips is coaxing an orgasm out of me, and he’s only just started.
“Is this how you want it? Is this how the little slut likes it?”
“Yes!” I scream, wanting more—needing more.
“You like it when Daddy puts his cock inside you, huh?”
I detonate around him like a fucking grenade. I never knew David had it in him for this dirty, filthy talk, but by fuck, do I love it. As I come around him, screaming his name, David slams into me over and over.
“Fuck, Scarlet, I can’t hold onto it any longer. You feel too fucking good!” He cries out, flexing his hips three more times before stilling.
“You are one fucked up lady,” he says, breathing heavily into my ear.
“Thank you,” I answer on a smile.
He starts laughing as he pulls himself up a little to see my face. “What are you turning me into?”
“Could it be that you’ve always been like this, but it’s taken me to set you free?” A big part of me relishes that idea.
He smiles before taking my hand and kissing it. “You keep pushing me like this, and I’ll end up wanting more than you can give.”
I startle a little at his confession. I know it’s wrong of me to push him, but then that’s me all over. Stick a rule in front of me, and I’ll not only break that rule, I’ll also give it a one-finger fuck you for good measure.
“I’m constantly horny,” I admit to him. “Even more so than usual. I just want to fuck you all the time.”
He shakes his head on a chuckle. “That’s probably the pregnancy talking, but I must admit, I’m glad you said it was me you wanted to fuck and not that you wanted fucking.”
I smirk. “Does the thought of me fucking someone else make you jealous?”
Growling, he pulls me towards his lips. “I don’t want it to, but it does. I don’t like sharing.”
The moment he says this, Reid comes into my head. I don’t know how many times I heard him saying the exact same thing.
Cursing myself for thinking about him, I decide instead to give him a big fuck you. “Can you kiss me?” I ask David. “Here.” I point in the direction of my pussy. I haven’t had a good licking down there in ages, and I know David was the best ever at giving head. Better than Reid—better than anyone.
“You don’t know how much you blow my mind with your tongue.”
David’s eyebrows rise on a smirk. “You miss me eating your pussy?” I nod. “Okay. I think a refresher course is in order then—a little reminder of how much you’ve missed.” He kneels down in front of me, taking a seat on his chair. He’s face to face with my pussy now as I spread my legs far open for him. “You smell of sex.”
“I smell of you—of your come inside of me.”
“I want to come inside you again, over and over until there’s nothing left but me inside of you.”
“Ooh, possessive talk,” I tease, smirking down at him.
“I’m going to lick that pussy of yours and make you scream until the only vocabulary you have left in your mind is my name.”
Fuck, I love his dirty talk.
“Please,” I answer breathlessly. He smiles before diving his head in. He eats my pussy until I feel like I’m going to pass out.
And as I come hard, practically crushing his head in my thighs, I smile at the thought that David was right. The only vocabulary I did have left in my mind was his name. In fact, I screamed it over and over again.