Chapter Six
Gabe
I couldn’t wait to see her – Mary. After last night, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
Jesus. Her pussy, her nipples, her little moans. The way she came and clenched my dick like a vise. The way she called me Daddy.
I’d never been into that kind of shit before, but with her, it just seemed right. She needed some authority, some dominance and if she had daddy issues, I’d be happy to fill them. I knew her father wasn’t in the picture and that her mom was a controlling bitch who wanted her out of the house. Hell, she wanted Mary on the other side of the country so she didn’t interfere in her latest fling.
No wonder she wanted comfort from me. No wonder she wanted me to take her first. I wasn’t letting some pimply-faced teenager touch her pure skin. If someone was going to defile her, it was going to be me. And I had. Fuck, she’d stood in the corner like a scolded little girl, showing me her ass with my pink handprint on it.
If she hadn’t liked it, I wouldn’t have done it, but her nipples had hardened even more, her cheeks had flushed and her pussy had practically dripped like a faucet as she obeyed me.
I was hard again, and I gripped the base of my dick. Needless to say, I woke up with a hard-on, and I’d jacked off in the shower. I finished quickly—it was easy, effortless almost. I just had to think about her, from those full breasts and ass to her thin waist and slender legs. She was every man’s fantasy, and she was mine. I came again, amazed at how much cum was shooting from my balls. I had to stop, had to save it up for her. To load up that pussy and watch as it dripped out.
I messaged her early in the morning to come over at noon, not at her usual time so she could sleep in. I’d worked her hard last night. I would make lunch for the two of us. I told her I was working from home, so I could look after Ashley in the morning. I still needed to go to a meeting this afternoon and I was pleased to know she’d be here waiting for me when I got home. Would she be in just a slutty skirt and braless again? Shit, my dick dripped more pre-cum.
It took her a while to reply and tell me she’d be here by lunch time. Good. I wasn’t going to wait much longer than that to get my hands on her. I knew I had a shit-eating grin on my face. She was not a virgin anymore. Because of me. That thought made me ecstatic. There was something so thrilling about having sex with a virgin. A sexy, naughty virgin named Mary.
It made me feel special, that out of all the people she could lose it with, she’d picked me. I knew boys and men were lining up to date and sleep with her. With a body and face like hers, it was just expected. And yet, she’d wanted me and I wasn’t going to share her with anyone else. If a boy came sniffing around, he’d know who she belonged to. Who her pussy belonged to. I’d marked it well and good.
I couldn’t wait to stare into her emerald eyes. I memorized them by now. I didn’t care if I was being a sappy shit, but I could lose myself just staring at her. I knew exactly what was it about Mary that just drew me to her. It wasn’t only her beauty, but who she was as a person.
She was independent, and never let anyone walk all over her, and yet, underneath such a strong, icy demeanor, I knew she was the most loving, understanding, and caring woman I’d ever had the pleasure to meet. And she had a submissive nature that just wanted to please me. To obey me. She always did what I asked, whether it was to bring Ashley to the park or to strip in front of me and play with herself. She did all I asked with no hesitation and questions. I had to wonder what else she’d do for me on command. No longer a virgin, I looked forward to doing all kinds of naughty things with her. She might be prim and proper outside of this house, but with me, she was a dirty, dirty girl.
I couldn’t wait to see her, and with all the work I had to do, that came quickly. Before I knew it, I was racing down the stairs to open the door when the bell rang.
The moment I opened the door to welcome her in, I knew something wasn’t right. I always looked forward to seeing her youthful smile or mischievous smirk. She knew how to use her sweetness and sexiness to her advantage and at the right time. My dick liked both and responded every time. Now though, there was neither, and I felt a sudden squeeze in my heart. Something was wrong, and I wanted to see her smile again.
“Are you alright, little girl?” I asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. I used that endearment with her to know I wanted her to answer me or she’d be over my knee.
“I’m fine,” came her reply. I knew better than to let that go. I’d had enough ex-girlfriends to know that ‘I’m fine’ meant something was definitely wrong.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?” A sudden thought came to my head, one that actually had me nervous. “Is it about last night? Do you regret what happened?”
I almost breathed a huge sigh of relief when she automatically shook her head. Her eyes widened and her lips parted to shout, “No! Of course, not! I just—”
The heavens must have been siding with her because in that moment, Ashley began to cry, and Mary used that as an excuse to put an abrupt halt to our conversation and leave me to tend to her with a million more questions in my head. I wasn’t going to let this go. She shouldn’t be bottling up her problems all to herself. She had to know she could talk to me. I was going to make her see that, that there was more to this than just sex. We had all afternoon.
It was three hours later when Ashley finally went down for a nap and Mary and I could talk once again. I asked her to follow me into my office and I went to sit in my chair, and she made a move to sit on the leather one on the other side of my desk. I was quick to shake my head.
“Sit on my lap,” I said, patting my thigh.
She froze for a second before walking over to me. With her legs dangling over my left thigh, she breathed out a comfortable sigh of relief while I wrapped a firm arm around her waist.
“Now tell me what’s wrong…”
“You sound like a dad,” was her immediate response. “Although I don’t really know how a dad’s supposed to act like. Mine was absent.” She was quick to correct herself. “Or at least, you act and sound how I think a dad’s supposed to be like…”
“That’s why you call me Daddy, isn’t it?” I asked, my hand on the side of her waist while the other wrapped around her nape. I wanted her to look at me, not to hide anything. “I’m here to listen and help you and give you whatever you need, whether it’s a good, hard fucking or a spanking over my knee.”
She was trying to stop herself from crying, but I needed to let her know she had nothing to worry about. Crying was okay, especially if I got to hold her as she did it. Softly, I moved my hands from her waist and neck to wrap them around her entire torso tightly, pulled her into me so her head was tucked beneath my chin.
I started to play with her hair, to stroke it gently, and it was then she finally broke down. She told me how she and her mother fought earlier, told me how she didn’t want to move across the country and that she wanted to stay in town and work at a pre-school. She told me how she could easily get a job here if she stayed, but her mother wanted anything but. By then end, she was all out of tears, and my arms were wrapped even tighter around her. I pulled my head away from hers before I began to kiss her on the lips, cheeks, and forehead. My arms remained around her, never letting go, and her hands had found their way around my waist and up to my back. She hugged me as tight as she could, and it was the most comfortable feeling ever.
“Everything will be alright, Mary,” I said. “I’m always here for you.”
She nodded her head, closing and opening her lips from time to time. Finally, she said, “Will you help me apply to the local colleges? I already did some research, and there’s one here that offers teaching certificates.”
I beamed at her.
“Of course!” I shook my head and told her she didn’t need to look so nervous asking me for help. I reminded her again that she could come to me for anything, and with that, I helped her off my lap and told her we were getting to work. “We’ll start right now!”
She thought I was teasing her. I definitely wasn’t, and I let her sit on a chair beside mine, gave her my laptop to work on. She started filling out the application, and after two hours of diligent effort on her part—I worked on my latest project beside her—the form was completed and submitted. I told her I’d help her research on the neighboring colleges as well, so at least she had a few to choose from.
“I’m relieved to know I have some options, that I might be able to stay in town,” she said, putting the lid down on the laptop. Sitting back in the chair, she looked drained.
She needed a break and a naughty idea crossed my mind. There was no second guessing though, and since I knew she would love it, I bent down, put my hands on her waist and lifted her off the chair and placed her ass down on my desk. I pushed the papers away, settled in my computer chair, and spread her legs wide. I heard her suck in a breath at the realization of what I was about to do before she took a fistful of my hair, squeezed, and let her head fall backward.
Eagerly and with a naughty smirk tainting my lips, I impatiently worked her panties off. She arched her back when my finger rubbed faintly against her clit and she let out a soft, feminine moan when I leaned down and with my tongue, teased her entrance. I wanted to take her slowly. To know there was more than one way for me to pleasure her. I wanted to savor eating her out, because, fuck, she tasted so good, and to give her the ultimate experience. I didn’t want to rush doing this to her since it was her first time to have her pussy eaten. I wanted to hear her screams, feel when her fingers tangled in my hair, the breathy moans, the dripping arousal.
“Gabe…uh…” Her womanly voice filled the room, and I could feel my dick grow bigger and harder. It wanted in, now, but it wasn’t in charge. At least not right now. Femininity really was the biggest turn-on. “That feels so good…”
I slipped a finger inside, found that little hook inside her pussy. It set Mary off like a firework. It felt so deep when it really wasn’t, and it’d never failed to make a woman go crazy, and with the way Mary was moaning and thrusting her hips against my fingers, I knew she thought it was amazing as well. After a while, I wanted to add another layer to her experience, so I began to lick her pussy and mixed it with a little sucking and faint biting. At the same time, I moved my fingers much faster in and out of her, and I could feel her start to shake against me.
“I’m gonna come…Gabe…I’m gonna…”
“Let go, baby,” I said. “Relax…let Daddy taste your juices.”
And it was the sweetest taste I’d ever had, both figuratively and literally. She milked my finger while I licked up every drop of her desire. It was safe to say that it took her a while before she finally stood up from my desk. I couldn’t keep the boyish grin off my face to see her so done in. Yeah, I could please the fuck out of my girl.